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pibsboots · 2 months
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I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.
Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.
It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.
When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.
Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.
Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.
I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.
But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.
With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.
If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.
Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.
Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.
Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.
It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.
All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.
There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.
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seraphdreams · 3 months
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGUMI!" | MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— synopsis. it would be so very cruel of you to not show your appreciation for your best friend, especially on his birthday.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— cw. smut, college au, reader calls him “megs”, mention of “angelcunt”, unprotected love-making, bimbo!reader / best friend!megumi, a bit of asphyxiation, megumi with a crush! fingering, and praise. mdni <3
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— word count. 1.7k, a quick read !!
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! hellooo !! it’s a real one’s birthday, this is the least i could do to celebrate. i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing again so stay tuned n ready 4 fics in the future !! sweet college au best friend megumi is always on my mind, something about a stoic but secretly in love trope .. (he’s no better than his father, sigh) .. as always, if you enjoyed this, please reblog / comment. i’ll bake u you’re favorite sweets if u do !! thank u ♡
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megumi has always been there for you. through ups and downs, taxing breakups, even the times you’d get exceedingly inebriated and ramble endlessly about your ever-growing appreciation for him — there was no denying the cordiality he’d shown throughout the many years of your friendship. sure, he could be quite cold, maybe even grumpy; but that was just the joy of megumi fushiguro.
and for that, it’d only be right to repay him.
for all of the times he would show up uninvited to your dorm with the notes of the lecture you’d fortuitously missed, blaming the absence on the absurdly quiet lull of your alarm clock, or when he’d let you have the last bite of his food, because only god knows megumi was never above tolerating you. it’d be the work of a terrible friend to let it all go unnoticed, especially on a special day like today.
“happy birthday, megs!” there you stood,
bubbly and bright as ever, in the doorway of his bedroom, clad in nothing but a tiny pink pajama set with a top reigning transparency, it barely left the skin beneath to the imagination.
he had invited you, along with yuuji and nobara, over to his dorm the previous night to keep him company after class — which led to a kugisaki-induced movie marathon, and eventually phased out into the four of you passed out on the fushiguro’s couch, hues of light omitting from the colorful rays of the forgotten television screen and onto your slumbering faces.
with megumi holding the title of competency within the friend group, it came as no shock when he’d woken up the others to send them on their merry way. all except you, of course. the light throw-over blanket clinging to your body neatly as you slept, soft snores resonating within your being aided in megumi’s decision to give you a few extra minutes to rest.
he could never interfere with your comfort.
after your unanticipated birthday wishes, it took a moment for megumi to come to, blinking away his awareness for your scantily clothed body and opting for a more stoic expression.
“thanks,” he replied, tone low and clouded with an air of vague appreciation.
“wanna know what i got you for your birthday?” your query was that of a sing-song manner as you swayed in place. megumi was used to being around absolute rays of sunshine, but you? you were different. it was as if you were the sun itself; warm and inviting yet shone luminous enough to blind onlookers. you were tooth-rottingly sweet, and as bubbly as you were naive.
matters weren’t made any better forgoing the fact that megumi had true feelings for you. it was a running gag within your friend group, jokes that itadori and nobara would make concerning the contrast between megumi’s unwelcoming behavior when it came to them, and impassive patience had times fell upon you.
in fact, obliviousness was your specialty in being ignorant to the feelings of the fushiguro. it wasn’t your fault, you truly didn’t know.
megumi responds curtly, although with a hint of sarcasm, “a break?”
you pout as you rest your head against the lacquered doorframe, reigning defeated already despite the conversation barely racking up a minute’s time. “no, silly.” the words come out as a giggle. “i got you me!”
a hint of confusion glosses over his features before it morphs into that of a neutral expression. shirtless from his shower just minutes prior, and puzzled from what your mind had conjured up this time, he questions again. “you? you got me you?”
you shake your head affirmatively as he starts up once more. “and what do i do with you?”
clear as day, your exchange took a rather suggestive turn, one that neither of you were intending. “well, you can do a lot of things with me,” now stepping into the room to close the distance between your bodies, your response is thick with an air of lust that megumi noticed seemed to come naturally for you. his heart picks up in pace from the sight of your pretty face, and even prettier eyes looking vacantly into his, as if you weren’t aware of the trap you set up for yourself.
he brushed off the slight arousal brewing up within him, chose to play it off as mirth like he usually did when it came to you. “i guess so.”
you held onto his arm, a more distinct, yet adorable look of seriousness on your features. truly, you were a little doll. “i’m for real, megs. it’s your birthday, i’ll let you do anything you want.”
yeah. you’re really going to regret this one.
the word “anything” came with free reign. and even though megumi thought of himself as anyone but a pervert, he certainly was bound to start acting like one.
“anything?” his question came out as if he was treading lightly while he moved to dig through his drawer, perhaps looking for a shirt.
you stepped back to allow him the space of rummaging, while nodding your head and confirming his suspicions. “anything.”
“let’s fuck, then.”
his tone was nonchalant, easy on your ears as his speaking voice regularly sounded, and you would have missed his request had he not straightened up to search your countenance for an answer — deadpan, as if he hadn’t said a thing.
in that moment, all of what you hadn’t noticed, no. all of what you chose to deny had finally been put into perspective.
megumi fushiguro was fucking hot.
“i mean, if that’s what you want then i don’t mind.” your response was succinct, gentle on your tongue and provided him the response he’d been aiming for.
this might be his best birthday yet.
he strode closer to you in light steps before his large, glacial hand found its place on your cheek and silken lips met yours, pulling you into a salacious kiss filled with hunger and want. the press of his tongue begging to be allotted within the slot of your lips was accepted with your own muscle dancing against his. it was dizzying, and dissimilar. for all your years of knowing megumi, you would’ve never thought up the occuring situation.
lithe fingers danced up the skin of your thighs where you part them on instinct, allowing his digits to work on their own to slip past the barrier of elastic fabric and into your little lace panties, softly drumming along the puffy nub of your clit.
“megumi,” you rasp against his lips, swirling your hips over his hand to build up the sweet friction surging from your core. the saccharine croon of his name tasted sugary like vanilla rolling off of your tongue and onto his. he was in pure bliss; ready to take everything you gave to him.
his body responded to your need, fingertips at your clit circling tightly, an action that pulled a string of mewls from you before you gasped at the intrusion of his long fingers dipping into your core. they curled upwards against your gummy walls just until they increased in pace while his thumb pivoted at your sensitive nub, and fuck! where’d he learn how to do that?
he pulled away only slightly to read your expression, the tent in his pants growing taller, tip leaking carelessly at the onsight of your face, screwed taut in pleasure — plump, glossy lips that were slick with spit and moans slipping past without prevail.
underneath him, your legs felt feeble, as if they’d fall beneath you from the surgence of pleasure. “m-megumi, wait, ‘m gonna!-“ you held onto his shoulders for leverage, your warnings of orgasm falling on deaf, distracted ears, until finally, you were a gushing mess in his palm, coating his digits in your essence.
“fuck. you’re so pretty when you cum,” in that moment, he gave you no chance to react when he gently positioned you over his dresser, pulling down your little shorts until they pooled around your knees.
“y’made me so hard, y/n. can you feel it?” he grinded himself over the plush of your ass, teasing before pulling his sweats down just enough so that his hard, throbbing and leaking, length could be free. it bobbed ever so under its weight while one hand began to pump from base to shaft to soothe the excruciating ache. once he felt satisfied in his ministrations, he lined his cock along your awaiting slit.
“a condom, megs.” your reminder came in the form of a soft lull. after all, you two were just free-spirited college students, unable to pay the consequences of spontaneous actions. “don’t have any.” with that, he sunk his cock inside to the hilt, a low groan rippling from his throat at just how tight your pussy clamped around him. it felt like fucking heaven. he could die in your cunt and be at peace.
while you adjusted to the stretch, he began to move; slow, deep strokes as if he were savoring this moment forever. who knows when he’ll be able to have the luxury to sink inside your perfect angelcunt again? you bit your lip to stave off impending moans which ultimately failed when his arms snaked around your body — one hand underneath the cloth of your shirt and pinching at your perked nipples while the other finds its place right back at your clit.
“sh-shit!” you cry out, eyes rolling and mind hazy from the pleasure. his rhythm increased gradually until he built up a vigorous pace. “i’ve been needing y-you so bad.” megumi groans along the shell of your ear. how he got so lucky as to have his dream girl engulfed around his cock, he doesn’t know. all he’s aware of was the tightening of his abdomen, signaling his own impending orgasm.
white hot pleasure replace all feeling in your body, counting down its time until the familiar numbness washed over you in euphoria. a pitchy moan sounded from your lips and an even whorish whimper when the warmth from spurts of his cum coated your insides.
after what felt like a minute of the two of you recollecting your breaths, megumi finally pulled out, shuddering at the added stimulation at his oversensitive cock.
he leaned your head back to meet his lust-filled gaze; calmness of his deep navy orbs now deepened with sin. megumi pressed gentle kisses all over your face while his hands took purchase at your now, exposed, neck and squeezed tight enough to keep you lightheaded.
“you’re the best birthday present.”
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aaagustd · 3 months
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holi-blaze || jeon jungkook (m)
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title: holi-blaze
pairing: dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader
genre/rating: f*ckbuddies/unestablished relationship, smut, mature/explicit, 18+
summary: it's your first time spending the holidays together, and jungkook isn't in the mood. but... you think you can change his mind.
warnings: listen…..“that’s OUR man, thank you to OUR man!!!”, swearing, mentions w**d, mentions Christmas/holidays, protected s*x but mentions unprotected s*x, spanking, reader wears lingerie, a** worshipping, back shots, missionary, b*ndage/restraints, f*ngering, teasing/foreplay, a touch of roleplay (Jungkook might have a little crush on Martha May Whovier), back scratching, praise, squ*rting, tongue kissing, make up s*x, Dom/sub themes, n*pple sucking, biting, begging, some aftercare, mistletoe… or not??, idk why i’m smiling but i love them lol
wc: 2.5k
release date: december 30th, 2023; 11:33pm est
note: it’s been about 4 months since i posted. this is embarrassing. anyway, i didn’t edit this bc i didn’t have a computer. this’ll be the last update for this series for a while so i hope this holds you. i have a bigger project i’m working on currently so… i hope to see you in 2024. love you !!
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“Aye, I’m home! Where are…”
Jungkook finds you standing in his living room when he enters his apartment. He probably expected to find you bundled up on the couch watching a holiday marathon, and that’s exactly what you plan on doing.  
That was until you walked in and discovered everything he’s been hiding from you. Now you know why he hasn’t invited you over in two weeks.
All month he’s been complaining about the holidays and pissing on your parade whenever you get excited about the TikTok holiday DIYs. Only for him to decorate his entire living room like it’s a Holiday Cheermeister. He definitely has outdone himself with this surprise. Now, it’s time to return the favor.
His keys fall on the floor, and you can only imagine what’s going through his mind.
“Oh…” He takes a long pause, processing the image before him. “Damn, love.”
You hope that’s a good sign. This is your first time wearing lingerie, and you aren’t even sure if Jungkook is into it.
“Um… Your keys?”
“Come here,” he beckons.
Your marabou heels move across the floor, feathers tickling your oiled skin with each step. Your matching robe—thin and sheer—barely conceals your lack of clothing underneath it. You can feel the fabric dragging behind you as it's carried by a gentle breeze.
Jungkook’s brown eyes never look away as you strut in his direction. When you approach him, you’re nearly swept off your feet by how good he smells. 
His finger motions for you to spin and show him the entire outfit.
“Twirl, baby.”
You purposefully take your time and give him the 360 view, letting your robe fall once your back is facing him. You’re starting to feel a bit more confident now that you’ve gotten the big reveal out of the way. Jungkook biting his bottom lip tells you that he likes what he sees so far.
“Sexy. Like Martha May.”
You whisper to yourself as you take a step closer. “Martha May, huh?”
Jungkook nods.
“ Yeah… I’m high key fucking with it, though.”
Now, that’s good to hear because he’s given you an idea.
“Well, thank you… Mr. Grinch.”
Jungkook tilts his head, pretending to be confused. Eventually, he reveals a mischievous grin.
“I’ve been that bad, huh?”
“The worst,” you reply.
You don’t pull away when he reaches for your hand. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve had any contact. You’re deprived; desperate. 
Even if you were still mad at him, your pride is long gone. So, instead of pouncing on him, you allow him to guide you to the bedroom.
“It only gets worse, love.”
Well, damn.
“How much worse?” you quiz, already knowing the answer to the question. He looks over his shoulder as he opens his bedroom door.
“You’re gonna fuck around and find out if you keep playing with me.”
As Jungkook guides you into his room, you try to hold back your smile. You always find thrill in testing his patience. Whatever it takes for him to pound you into his mattress, you’ll try it.
Once inside, he walks over to the bed and sits on his bed. You grip onto his green bomber jacket while he caresses and gently kneads your thighs, making you melt into his hands. You push out your chest, so he can have a better look at the red lace that barely covers your tits.
He can’t stop himself from staring. His mouth waters as the sinful thoughts run through his mind. During his journey all over your body, his hand accidentally touches something you’re clutching in your right hand.
He frowns. “What are those for?”
You hold up the cordless lights that you snatched from your little desk tree at work with a smirk.
“Dunno,” you shrug. “They’re yours. Get creative.”
Jungkook stands up, and you place the cord in his hand. He gestures towards the bed, and tells you to get on it.
“Alright, go,” he orders.
“Okay.”
You climb on the bed, positioning yourself on your hands and knees. He didn’t tell you to lie down, but you figured he’d appreciate seeing your outfit from this angle.
“Like this?”
“Just like that,” he approves.
It isn’t long before you feel the palms of his hands touching your ass. They’re still a little cold, but eventually heat up due to the warmth of your flesh. You know that he could do this for hours, just admiring the way it jiggles and how soft it feels in his hands. 
However, tonight he wastes no time giving your pussy attention, the opening in the center of your panties giving him easy access to your slit.
“Fuck.” 
His reaction makes you want to turn around and see his reaction, but you’re afraid you might ruin the foreplay and beg him to fuck you now. So, with clenched teeth, you try to suppress your eagerness to have him inside of you; but you’re already close to failing.
“One of these days I’m just gonna say fuck it and raw dog you.”
You lose control of your outbursts when he pushes his thumb into your pussy. You beg him for more, but he just pulls out, leaving you disappointed.
“Jungkook!”
He chuckles. “Alright, alright. Give me your hands, love.”
At Jungkook’s request, you move your hands behind you. 
He’s so close that his breath tickles the tiny hair on the back of your neck. Your body shivers as his fingers gently touch your skin, sliding down your arm until he reaches your hands.
When he speaks, the sound of his voice makes you weak. No matter how hard you clench your knees are nothing but jelly, making it nearly impossible to support your weight.
“You still like to be tied up and shit, right?”
Oh unholy fucking night.
“I do.”
“That’s my girl,” he boasts.
Your heart begins to race with excitement when you feel the cord tightening around your wrists. It doesn’t take Jungkook a long time to secure a few knots. 
“Is this okay? Not too tight?”
Despite your position once he bends you over again, your body is still relaxed. You know you’re in safe hands. He’s earned your trust when it comes to your body, so you don’t mind if he takes control. You actually enjoy it more than he does.
“No, I’m fine,” you answer. “I’m excited.”
“Hm. I can tell.” 
It is then you realize that your thighs are rubbing together, smearing a mess of your sticky juices between them. The sound of Jungkook spreading your legs has you burying your face in his sheets.
“No hiding.”
You lift your head and nod. “Sorry.”
“It’s all good. Do you remember we play?”
“You call the shots. I’m in control.”
Jungkook hums his approval, but before he can ask you anything else.
“...And I remember how to free myself,” you add. “Just in case.”
“You’re so perfect,” he praises. 
A bit of pride swells in your chest when he says this. He tells you this almost every day, but it still makes you smile from ear to ear.
The next thing you hear is Jungkook fishing for condoms in his nightstand drawer. Once he finds them, he returns and removes his clothes. You catch a glimpse of his figure behind you, and it’s that image you’ll hold on to when he’s taking you from behind. 
When Jungkook spreads your globes, a small moan escapes your lips despite your attempt to bite it back.
“Ready?”
“So, so…ready,” you reply.
You whimper as the tip of his dick probes gently at your entrance. Your body is shaking from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It feels like it's been months since you’ve felt his thick cock stretching you open. 
“I know,” he coos. “Just relax, sweetheart.”
You take a deep breath to calm yourself; and eventually, your muscles relax. Jungkook steals this moment to slowly slide into you.
“Fuck!”
“Gotta fuck you now, love,” Jungkook groans. 
He starts fucking you slowly, but fast enough to have an orgasm brewing deep within your core. 
You can hear him panting as he digs his nails into your skin. Your shoes drop to the floor because your toes are curling from the pleasure you’re receiving. If Jungkook weren’t gripping your waist, you’d be lying on your belly because you’re trembling too much to keep yourself up.
“You feel like a fucking glove.”
You know he can feel your walls squeezing and hugging his cock, desperately trying to keep him inside. Your moans become louder which each slap Jungkook delivers to your ass. The pain ripples down your globes, traveling straight to your dripping pussy—leaking onto his throbbing dick.
“So deep…”
It’s not long before you’re squirting all over him. He laughs, not caring about his ruined sheets.
“There she goes.”
Jungkook then starts loosening your restraints, leaving you confused. You’re afraid you messed up, but he assures you that’s not the case.
“I need to see you,” he utters.
Jungkook frees your hands and flips you over swiftly, leaving your head spinning. He allows your eyes to focus before he lowers himself and aligns with your entrance once more. You wrap your limbs around him, bringing him closer so you can feel his warm skin pressed against yours.
Your wetness allows him to enter you smoothly. The intrusion isn’t as intense as before, but it leaves you breathless due to your sensitivity. 
You accept the kisses he leaves down your neck. He drags his hot tongue across your skin agonizingly slow while he’s buried inside you, not moving an inch until you’re begging him to.
“Baby, please fuck me. I can’t—”
“Just give me a second, love,” he whispers.
Jungkook’s mouth finds your breasts, and he takes his time giving each of them attention. Your back arches off the bed when he wraps his lips around your nipple. 
You try to be patient, but your body can’t handle any more teasing. Your hips begin to move on their own, immediately grabbing Jungkook’s attention.
“So eager,” he teases, gripping your hips to stop you.
“Jungkook, I need to cum.”
“Yeah?... Wanna make another mess?”
“Please.”
He pulls out and then with a snap of his hips, he slams into you. He does it again, and again—making you scream his name. You drag your nails down his back, making him hiss from the stinging pain traveling across his skin. 
“Do it,” he grunts, fucking you deeper. “Cum.”
“Oh, fuck.”
You stop holding it in, and finally allow the tightened coil to snap. Pleasure ripples through your body, and everything goes silent except for the familiar ringing in your ears. Your eyes roll back and your body stiffens in Jungkook’s arms. 
“Fuck! You’re squeezing so tight.”
“I’m cumming!” you scream.
He keeps fucking you, talking you through it until you finally calm down enough to relax your limbs. Jungkook’s soothing voice brings you back to reality.
“Good, baby. That’s good.”
You lie on your back, tears in your eyes as you watch him above you. His body trembles as he tries to hold on, but you know he’s close. You can tell by the way he twitches inside of you.
“This is my shit, understand? My pussy,” he claims. “Okay?”
You nod weakly, still feeling the bliss of your release.
“Yeah, it’s yours. Only yours.”
“And you’re mine too, right?”
He doesn’t even have to ask. Of course, you are.
“Always.”
You pull him closer and kiss his lips, but both of you become greedy for more. His strokes are gentle but you still gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your muffled cries of pleasure start to fill the room as you deepen the kiss. 
You’re dizzy by the time he pulls away, unable to focus on anything but the lingering taste of him on your lips. Once again, his voice brings you back. 
“Damn it,” he growls.
After two more uncoordinated thrusts, he reaches his peak and spills his warm cum into the condom. Panting and breathless, he falls on top of you, and you start running your fingers through his hair.
You stay in this position for only a few minutes, before he’s climbing out of bed.
“Wait—”
You try to grab his arm, but he grabs his sweats and slips away, leaving a small pout on your face.
“I’ll be right back, love.”
You sigh. “Okay.”
You wait a few minutes before you let your curiosity run wild. You begin to wonder what he’s doing, so you decide to go look for him. 
Just as you enter the living room, Jungkook appears from the kitchen with an ice pack and a bottle of water.
“How are you?” he asks, handing you the little blue compress. “It’s for your wrists.”
“I’m okay, you?”
Jungkook nods. “Still seeing stars, but I’ve never felt better.”
Silence follows, but it’s peaceful. You use the moment to take in everything once again.
“Thank you,” you say eventually.
“For?”
“All this!”
You point around the room at all of the decor he must have spent hours putting up. It could honestly have been a little stocking and you still would have appreciated his effort. You know he only did it for you, even though he wasn’t in the mood.
“I was just trying to make it up to you,” he shrugs.
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.”
You smile. “Well, thanks Grinchy. But I didn’t want to force you.”
He promises that he didn’t feel obligated, and you take his word for it. It’s been a challenge but you’ve learned to accept when he offers to do something nice for you. So if it involves spending time with him, you’ll accept every gift he gives you. 
Placing the ice pack on the coffee table, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. 
“I’m trying, love,” he sighs.
“You’re doing great,” you assure.
“No, I mean… It’s been two weeks, and you’re still wearing that and…”
You realize he’s lowkey asking for round two. All you need is some water and you’ll be good to go.
“I’m on top this time,” you call out over your shoulder. You’re almost halfway across the room when he stops you.
“Hold on…”
You turn around only to find him standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hm?”
Jungkook lifts one of his hands and pulls out a tiny sealed bag. It doesn’t take you but a second to figure out what it is. But what leaves you puzzled is the way he’s holding it over his head.
“I don’t know much about this shit but, I think you’re still supposed to kiss me.”
Wow. He can be cute when he wants to. Of course, you return to leave a kiss on his cheek.
“That’s cute, Jungkook. But I think you got it wrong.”
“Oh, yeah?”
This time you grab his hand, and he doesn’t resist when you start dragging him towards the bedroom.
“I think I’m supposed to put my pussy on your face, then you kiss me,” you propose.
“Okay, maybe this holiday shit isn’t so bad.”
Shaking your head, you make your way through the dark hallway until you reach Jungkook’s room. 
“Wait until you see the chain I bought you,” you mumble.
“Huh?”
“Nothing, baby. Come on.”
You take him to bed, and his apartment is anything but silent for the rest of the night. This was your first Christmas together; but best believe, a lot of traditions were made.
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f1verse · 23 days
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Pairing: Lando Norris x f! pregnant wife reader
PART 2
MASTERLIST
Warnings: None I think
Credits to pinterest for the pictures!
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"So?" Lando's voice crackles through the phone, his third day away in the UK at the McLaren factory, preparing for the middle of the 2023 season.
"I'm not done yet," Y/N replies, still peeing in the cup. "I don't know if it will be positive… The doctor said it will take a year to clean my system from the contraceptive pills." She speaks with insecurity, fearing the potential loss of something she's not even sure she has yet.
"It will be okay, baby. If it's negative, we'll just keep trying. It's the most fun part of it," Lando reassures his wife, though his nerves are nearly overwhelming. He calms a bit hearing Y/N giggle at his comment.
"Okay, so I'm just putting the test in my pee… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5…" Y/N counts, conducting the pregnancy test in the comfort of their shared home.
"So, now we wait for 10 minutes?" Lando asks, sitting on the sofa before jumping up nervously.
"Yep. Do you want me to tell you my next idea for LN4?" Y/N asks Lando, turning away from the pregnancy test.
"Of course," Lando says, and Y/N starts talking about incredible ideas for LN4 and Quadrant. Though Lando cares about what his wife has to say, only one thing occupies his mind at the moment. He interrupts her. "10 minutes!" he announces, and she hurries to check the pregnancy test.
"Okay…"
"So? Positive or negative?" Lando tries to calm himself with deep breaths.
"I don't know. I have my eyes closed," she confesses, and Lando smiles a little. How he wishes he could be there with her taking the damn test.
"Come on, baby. I don't know if my heart will tolerate another minute. I feel like this test took at least 10 years off my life," Lando says, rubbing his chest anxiously.
Y/N finally gathers the courage to look at the results. She starts crying loudly, and Lando's heart races like he's running a marathon.
"Po… Positive," Y/N says with difficulty, sobbing and crying as she still looks at the positive test.
"Oh my God… Oh my God… Screw this, I'm going home to my babymama," Lando says, tears streaming down his face as he starts packing his things. "I love you so damn much, baby. We're going to be so happy together. Our little family..."
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"Show me, baby, c'mon," Lando asks, lying in bed and gazing at Y/N. Well, not entirely at her, but he's fixated on Y/N's belly.
"Lan, I don't have the bump yet. It feels like I just ate the biggest burger of my life or like I'm bloated," Y/N says before starting to lift up her hoodie.
Lando grabs his phone and eagerly snaps a picture of her. "It shows! Look," he exclaims, showing Y/N the picture. She shakes her head, not quite seeing if there's a bump or not.
"I'm sending this to my mom," Lando declares.
"Are you sure?" Y/N asks, remembering that Lando had mentioned they would fly to the UK to tell his family yesterday.
"Yes, baby. I can't hold it in anymore," Lando says, giving his wife a sweet kiss. She's the love of his life, and she's making his latest dream come true: starting a family together.
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"All I want is for you to be healthy," Lando whispers, stroking Y/n's bump affectionately. She smiles at him and plays with his curls.
Lando talks to the baby every time he can, even if he is away. Y/n has to put Lando on speaker so he can talk with the baby. Currently, both of them are sitting in the doctor's office, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They've been waiting for this moment to finally come and learn the gender of their baby.
"Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcome. Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?" The doctor asks and indicates where Y/n has to lay.
"I couldn't sleep last night," Lando confesses, and the doctor laughs, delighted to hear how excited the father is to discover the gender of the baby. The doctor smiles warmly as she begins the ultrasound, carefully moving the wand over Y/n's belly. The room fills with the sound of the baby's heartbeat, a steady rhythm that makes Lando and Y/n gasp. And then, finally, the moment they've been waiting for arrives. The doctor points to the screen.
"Congratulations… you're having a healthy baby girl!" the doctor informs, and Lando kisses Y/n's head as she starts crying upon seeing the ultrasound.
"A girl," he whispers, his voice filled with amazement. "Our daughter, baby."
Tears of happiness stream down Y/n's cheeks as she leans into her husband's embrace, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love wash over her.
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"Hey, baby. Did you not sleep well?" Lando's tone expresses concern for the mother of his child.
"Not much. Then around 3 a.m, I tried playing your voice notes and she finally calmed down," Y/n replies, gently stroking her belly as she talks to Lando.
"She misses her daddy. I want to talk to her, please," Lando requests, and Y/n immediately smiles wide. Since Lando has to be away for his job, he often asks Y/n to talk to their child. She puts the phone on speaker and waits until Lando starts.
"Hi, my beautiful girl. Do you miss your daddy? Daddy will be with you and your beautiful mama soon. But, you should be a good girl for your mommy. You should let her sleep and not cause any trouble." Y/n smiles, though her heart aches a little at having Lando so far away from them. Fortunately, the season is ending soon. "I love you, Isabella. Be a good girl for daddy, okay?"
"God, this kid loves you too much. She's kicking like crazy," she says to Lando while gently stroking her big belly.
"What can I say? My charm is irresistible to my two beauties," y/n giggles, and Lando smiles.
"Remember that you have your appointment with the nutritionist at 11:30, baby. Would you record it? Pretty please. I promise you the biggest chocolate that I can find, and we won't tell anybody," he pleads. It's difficult for him to be away while his pregnant wife deals with doctor appointments and everything else. Luckily, Lando has only missed two ultrasounds, which he of course made his mother film from the moment they entered the room until they left. Lando doesn't want to miss any part of this new chapter of his life.
"And foot massages," y/n says, knowing that Lando will agree to anything.
"Deal. I have to go, baby. We'll be together real soon. I can't wait to be with you." With a soft sigh, Y/n nods understandingly, feeling a mixture of longing and reassurance in Lando's words. She knows that despite the distance, they're in this together, eagerly awaiting the day they'll be reunited.
"Take care of yourself, Lan. I'll make sure to record the appointment," Y/n assures him, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
"I love you, Lando," she adds softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I love you too, baby. More than you'll ever know," Lando replies, his voice filled with tenderness.
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I'm considering a second part, focusing on the birth of Baby Isabella and her first years of life. What do you think?🧡
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recklessmark · 8 months
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Pairings: Manipulative step dad Mark x Innocent afab reader
Summary: You're hurt by your breakup but determined to make your step father feel better after finding out that you’ve made him hurt almost every day for the past few months
Genre: smut
Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe!), infidelity, daddy kink, virginity sex, masturbation, coercion and heavy manipulation, degradation, dirty talk, breeding.
Word count: 4k
A/N: to the anon that sent the ask of step dad mark, this is not exactly what you imagined. i twisted the story a little bit... hope you like it :)
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It had been a long fucking day. A long week to be honest. 
But today was an interminable marathon of work that left Mark weary. The clock struck 4 a.m. and he yearned for the solace of your voice, a lifeline amidst the storm. Despite the ungodly hour, he dialed your number, his heart praying fervently that you would answer. And when you did, a familiar rhythm of "hi" and "how are you?" began, like a soothing melody as he took off everything but his underwear and slipped under the covers. 
“When do you come back?” You asked, making him smile. 
"Just a few more days, my princess. I promise," he assured, his voice a balm to your restless soul.
"Okay," you replied softly, vulnerability seeping into your tone. Then, in a hushed confession, you added, "I miss you."
His throat emitted a low, smoldering chuckle, envisioning the delicate blush that surely adorned your cheeks. “I miss you too, sweetheart. What have you been up to though?” 
You rambled on about your day, telling him about how you  made cookies earlier for Henry—your idiotic boyfriend, and that you were quickly growing bored in the mostly empty manor and your completely empty apartment. His wife—your mother—had been out of town for five days, and even if she was present, it still felt like she’s invisible. Sometimes, Mark felt sorry for you, but he was also thankful for that because it meant he was the one that took care of you.
He tried to pay attention, honestly he did. But he hasn’t touched his cock in almost a week because of how busy he’s been on the business trip and he missed the sound of your voice. So what else was he supposed to do when his cock fattened up in his briefs? 
When you started talking about this argument you had with your boyfriend, he tuned out your words a little bit, just listening to the softness of your voice, imagining the pretty little whimpers you could make with it. Pushing the covers and his underwear down, he freed his cock and instantly took it in his hand, stroking slowly. His breathing started to change a little, growing heavier and faster, making you trail off in the middle of your sentence. 
“Don’t stop talking, princess.” He rasped, hand speeding up. 
“Are you okay?” You asked quietly. 
“I’m perfect. Your voice is just so soothing, baby. Keep talking.” 
“O-okay.” You continued hesitantly, telling him about how you were so sad after the argument, wishing he was there to give you advice, or just simply provide comfort for you. You also told him about how you’ve been having trouble sleeping since you can’t come to his room in the middle of the night after having a nightmare. God- he fucking misses that too. It’s one of his favorite things, being able to caress your body or grind against you while you sleep, never waking up because of how safe you feel in his arms. When he let out a quiet grunt, you stopped again. 
“Are you sure you’re okay? What was that?” 
“I’m so good, princess. Keep going.” He tried not to moan through the words. 
“Okay…” He swiped a thumb over the tip and took in a sharp breath, making you stop again. “Why are you breathing weird, Daddy?” 
“Baby, I'm not.” He sighed. “I promise I'm okay. If you don’t want to keep talking, we don’t have to.”
“No!” You said quickly, because of his tone. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just worried.” Instead of letting him reply, you continued talking about random things that have happened while he’s been away. Every once in a while he’d let out a sound to let you know he was listening, a grunt disguised as a sound of acknowledgement, but you bought it. 
He started tuning out your words again, just focusing on the soft lull of your sleepy voice. You being sleepy is probably his favorite thing, closely followed by you being scared or in pain. You’re so pliable, so easy to manipulate. He can caress your tit or your ass and pass it off as an accident, or even tell you that he can’t sleep in clothes, only underwear, and that it’s perfectly normal for your step father to sleep almost naked beside you whenever your busy mother is away. Sometimes, if he’s really lucky, he can convince you that you won’t be comfortable in those modest pajamas you wear and that you’ll be able to sleep much better in just his shirt. And you almost always agree. 
He stroked his cock even faster, quickly nearing his orgasm after so long without one, and when he cursed under his breath, then let out a long, quiet groan, you trailed off again. 
You did your best to keep speaking, stuttering through the sentences, but it fell on deaf ears as he came, thinking about how fucking hot it was that you didn’t even know.  When his noises quieted and he was slightly panting, you decided to ask again. 
“Are you sure you’re okay?” 
“I’m perfect, baby.” He sounded significantly more tired and relaxed, but he knew you’d be too stupid to put it together. “You’re so good for me- my good girl. Thank you, princess.” 
“You’re welcome…?” You asked, confused, but he wasn’t going to bother explaining. “Are you tired now?” 
“Just a little, but I can stay up for you.” He murmured, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe his come off his stomach, cock twitching as he imagined you licking it off him instead. 
“You don’t have to. I’m tired too.” He knew you well enough to know that was a lie. 
“How about we go to sleep, but don’t hang up. How does that sound?” 
“Okay, yeah. Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” You said quietly, but he could practically hear the smile in your voice.  
“I love you too, princess. Sweet dreams.”
He knew he would at least have some. 
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"Mark?" you whispered, your voice trembling through the narrow gap of the door. He stirred in bed, the sheets slipping down, revealing his bare chest. Sensing your distress, he sat up, his eyes filled with concern.
"Another bad dream?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress that soothed your frayed nerves. Nodding in confirmation, you stepped inside, drawn to the comfort of his embrace. With a tender gesture, he lifted the covers, inviting you to slide beneath them. Curling up against his chest, you sought solace in his presence as his arms enveloped your trembling form.
"Did I wake you?" you whispered, your voice laced with guilt, your vulnerability laid bare before him. Whenever your mother is away doing god-knows-what, you always find yourself slipping into her bedroom. You didn’t know if it’s the right thing to do to sleep next to your mother’s husband without her knowing it, but it’s easier to fall asleep with Mark, especially when you have one of those nightmares.
"Nah, couldn't sleep," he replied, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back, an attempt to chase away your anguish. "Just had a lot on my mind. But let's focus on you. Do you want to talk about your dream?"
Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you struggled to find your voice. It wasn't a nightmare that had shaken you to the core—it was something far more devastating. With a quivering breath, you finally managed to utter the words that weighed heavily on your heart.
"It's not... not a dream," you choked out, the truth hanging heavy in the air. "I... I broke up with Henry."
Mark's lips pressed together, a concealed smile tugging at the corners. Beneath the guise of sympathy, he masked his true sentiments, knowing all too well that Henry was a pitiful fool who never deserved someone as exquisite as you. But he had bided his time, refraining from openly expressing his disdain for the fucker while you remained entangled in a relationship. Now, as the truth spilled from your lips, he adopted a pretense of speechlessness, his feigned sympathy coating his words.
"Well, that's unexpected," he mumbled, his voice veiling his true satisfaction. "I'm sorry, baby."
The words lingered, a heavy silence stretching between you. And then, the floodgates opened, tears streaming down your cheeks as the weight of your decision crashed upon you. Mark held you tighter, his touch a lifeline amidst the wreckage of your shattered relationship.
"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a seductive lullaby, its dark undertones weaving a tapestry of comfort. With tender care, he wiped away your tears, his touch a balm for your wounded soul. "I'm here for you, always. Let it out, let it all out."
Sobs wracked your body as you clung to him, your tears staining the fabric of his embrace. “I really like him…” you cried out, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pain.
"I know," Mark grunted, his voice laced with a hidden jealousy that he fought to conceal. "But I don't think he's good for you."
Looking up from his chest, a slight frown etched upon your features, you questioned. “How do you know?”
He sighed, his thumb tenderly caressing the crease between your brows. “This is not the first time you cry because of him, is it?”
Your lips pursed, your gaze thoughtful as it rested upon him. Mark's words held an undeniable truth—your relationship with Henry had seldom been a source of genuine happiness. He craved excitement, always seeking something more, while you, plagued by fear, hesitated to embrace life's adventures. It had been a ticking time bomb, waiting to implode.
"Did I ever make you cry, baby?" Mark asked, as if seeking confirmation that your ex was a douchebag. A soft shake of your head earned a tender smile from him. "You see, he's not the right person if he fails to bring you happiness."
His words resonated in the air, mingling with the breathless silence surrounding you. Mark's lips brushed against the crown of your head, a gesture filled with an enigmatic tenderness. The nature of your bond remained a mystery, veiled in shadows, yet whenever you were near him, your stomach fluttered and your mind grew weightless. Whenever he touches you, it always feels good. Not a normal good though. It makes your core start to ache and you feel like you have to pee. The more you continued thinking about it, the more you started to feel it. 
"Daddy?" you ventured timidly, your voice barely a whisper. He emitted a low hum, granting you permission to continue and you tried to let the vibrations of his chest calm you. “How come whenever you touch me, it... it makes me feel... weird?"
His hand froze on your back, and a sudden tension enveloped the room, causing you to stiffen, worried you said something wrong.
"Weird how?" Mark's voice echoed with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Your cheeks flushed, warmth blossoming beneath your skin as you struggled to find the right words.
"Good weird," you managed to confess, your voice laced with uncertainty.
A silent pause hung in the air, before Mark's hand resumed its soothing motions on your back, as if trying to quell the charged atmosphere between you. With a voice heavy with anticipation, he asked, "Where does it feel good?"
Your breath hitched, your mind racing, as you summoned the courage to answer. "My tummy... and... and my..." This time, it was Mark who stiffened beneath you, his reaction palpable.
“Where, princess?” He urged you to continue, but you just whined softly and buried your face in the sanctuary of his chest. Sensing your hesitation, his free hand ventured boldly, brushing against your inner thigh with a teasing caress that sent shivers coursing through your veins. With a featherlight touch, he trailed his fingers upward, barely grazing the fabric that concealed the heat between your legs. You jumped at the sudden touch.
“Here?” He rasped. A nod escaped your lips, accompanied by a barely audible affirmation, "Mhm."
“Do you know what this is?” That made you frown— you’re not stupid. 
“Of course I do.” Your tone made him chuckle under his breath. 
"Have you ever touched here before?" His gruff words ignited a tremor within you, nearly eliciting a whimper as you confessed the truth.
"No... I'm not supposed to," you muttered, feeling your hips instinctively seek the pressure of his fingertips.
“Who told you that?” You knew if you looked at him, he’d be frowning. 
“School…” You said quietly. You never like to talk about the fact that you went to a religious school– people always make fun of you for it. He hummed in acknowledgment, then removed his hand, making you let out a needy whine and buck your hips forward. Instead of responding, he just took your hand, and gently moved it down, under the covers. When he placed it on his bulge, you gasped and tried to remove it, but he held you there, making you feel him. 
“You know what this is?” He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. “Good. Do you know why I’m hard?” This time, you shook your head. “Because of you, princess.” 
“Me?” You lifted your head to look at him. 
“Mhm. Always you. Everytime you sit on my lap, cuddle with me, whimper when we spar and I go a little too rough– you always make me so hard, baby.” You stared at him with wide eyes, watching the his dark-browns almost completely disappear from the size of his pupils. “And everytime, I have to come in here or go to the bathroom and jerk myself off to make it better. And it’s all your fault.” That made your face tighten in a grimace. 
“I’m  sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He brushed some of your hair behind your ear then cupped your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. 
“It’s okay, baby. But if you want to make me feel better, you have to do something.” You wanted to help him, you wanted to make up for all the times you made him feel like this. 
“What? I’d do anything.”
Instead of answering, he just helped you on top of him, so your front was completely pressed to his. You placed your hands on his chest and he grabbed your hips, then started dragging your core over his bulge. 
“Anything?” He asked.
You nodded, holding down a whimper. “Just wanna make you feel better, Daddy.” 
“Good girl. You’re so good, princess.” He cooed, giving you a soft smile that made your heart flutter. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 
“Only once with Henry,” you said quietly, glancing away from him, embarrassed at your lack of experience. 
“Good.” He all but growled. Mark removed a hand from your hips and placed it on the back of your neck, then pulled you down, only stopping once your lips brushed his. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, you weren’t sure what to expect from this. 
Finally, he pressed his lips to yours, slowly kissing you to get you used to it. After a moment, he deepened the kiss. The warm, wet sensation on your lips made you gasp and he slid his tongue in your now open mouth. It was weird. But it feels good.
By now, your hips were rutting against his as you grew more desperate. He was barely guiding your movements anymore while you chased the pleasure. When he pulled back, your eyes fluttered open, lips still parted and chest heaving. You never knew kissing could feel like that. Your step father must have some magic because it didn’t feel like that with your ex. That thought made you freeze. 
“W-wait, we shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my step dad and– I was supposed to wait until marriage.” You said quietly. 
“I thought you said you wanted to make Daddy feel better?” He frowned, making your stomach drop. 
“I- I do, but,” 
“There’s no “but.” Either you want to help me or you don’t.” He had a look of disappointment and anger that was intensified by a frown. “You’re the reason I feel like this. You seriously just want to leave me in pain?” 
Pain? You didn’t know it was hurting.
“It hurts?” You squeaked, brows furrowing in concern. 
“You’ve never heard of blue balls?” You shook your head, so he continued. “It’s incredibly painful, sweetheart. Only feels better once I can bury it in a tight, warm cunt. And you’ve made me feel like this for months.” 
“I- I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t know…” You whimpered, chest aching at the thought of you being the cause of his pain. 
“I don’t forgive you. Not yet anyway.” Tears welled in your eyes from his words. 
“I want to help. Please,”
He shushed you and cupped your cheek again. “You sure?” 
“Please. Wanna make you feel better.” You whimpered and the corners of his lips turned up at your words. 
“Okay, princess. I’ll let you help me.” 
“Thank you.” Before you could even finish, he was rolling you both over so he was on top. He settled between your legs and leaned up on his knees. 
“First, this has to come off.” He said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it off. “You’ll only really be able to make me feel better if you’re naked.” He explained, when he saw your confused expression. “These too.” He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down your legs, making you blush. Letting out a low groan, he swiped his thumb through your folds, then circled your clit lightly, making your hips buck into the friction.  
“You’re helping already.” He smirked and you glanced at the tent in his underwear. It didn’t look like you were helping. You whined when he removed his hand, but he quickly moved down to your hole and inserted a finger, letting out a low groan at your tight heat. 
As he fingered you, he debated what to do. While part of him wanted to prep you, make it as easy on you as possible, a larger part wanted to fuck your virgin cunt right now, before it could get any looser. He didn’t have to think about it for a second longer before he was removing his finger and shoving his pants down his thighs. When you saw his cock, your eyes widened as your lips parted in shock at his size. He took it in his hand and stroked it slowly. 
“Just the tip, okay? I promise, baby. Just need to put the tip inside, then Daddy will feel better.” He said, to ease your anxiety. You whined, but agreed anyway. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms over his shoulders as he lined his length up with your hole.
“Relax, princess. It’s okay.” He whispered against your ear. You couldn’t help but obey. It took a lot of pressure before his cock was able to breach your hole. Once he pushed in though, you tensed up again. 
“Hurts, Daddy. It hurts…” You whimpered, eyes burning with unshed tears. Your pussy was trying to force him out, not used to the intrusion yet. 
“I know, baby. Just relax.” His voice was strained with arousal and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit, making walls flutter around his cock. “Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. 
“God- I know I said just the tip, but it feels so good. Can you take just a little bit more?” 
“Daddy please, it hurts…” You whined. 
“I know, princess. You gotta relax, it’ll feel good soon.” He slowly pushed in farther and you cried out, digging your nails into his back. “So fucking good. Your little cunt feels so good.” He said through a moan. He pulled back, then pushed in again, continuing the slow rhythm. 
“This is just what I needed, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” You tried to focus on his words and the stimulation on your clit, rather than the constant pain from the stretch. “Good girl. Good fucking girl- take it.” He growled on a particularly sharp thrust that made you let out a choked sob. 
“You fucking owe me for all the times you gave me blue balls. I’m gonna fuck you every night now to make up for it.” He hissed, voice getting progressively breathier as the speed of his thrusts increased. “Gonna bury my cock balls deep and fill you up with my come fucking breed you, every single night.” He growled. His pace turned bruising and you could barely release any sounds because of the way your breath was being punched out of you with every thrust. 
“You deserve to be my little breeding bitch after all the months you made me fucking come on my hand instead of in this tight, little cunt.” He spat, placing a hand on your neck and squeezing. “What’ll your mommy say, huh? When you go to her asking for birth control. Or are you just gonna let me knock you up?” You let out a whimper, feeling your cheeks heat up at just the thought of the embarrassing conversation. 
“Maybe you will just have to let me knock you up. After all, it’s not like you can tell her you let her husband fuck you.” 
“Daddy,” You sobbed, too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. 
“From now on, you’re going to come in here every night. And I’m going to use your little cunt until I fuck my load into you. Do you understand?” He growled, making you whimper. “This is your own fucking fault so stop bitching about it. You’re the one who decided to be a fucking tease around me.” You let out a choked sob, knowing that he’s right. You didn’t tease him on purpose, but you still made him hurt everyday for months. 
His thrusts turned frenzied as he buried his face in the crook of your neck again. Only a few thrusts later and he was pushing all the way inside, the pressure on your cervix almost painful as he forced his cock in. He let out a low groan and you could feel him twitching against your walls as started to fill you. He stilled for a moment, breathing heavy, then leaned up to sit on his heels. 
He slowly pulled out, eyes never leaving your cunt, and cursed under his breath when his come started dripping out. Ignoring the blood on his dick, he swiped his fingers through the mess and pushed it back in your hole. As he watched some of it leak down to your ass, he made a mental note to buy some lube so he can fuck that soon too. 
“Did- did I help?” You whimpered, making his gaze move to you. He eyed your fucked out face, the way your cheeks were still wet with tears and your hair was tousled, and gave you a small smile. 
“You did, princess. Thank you. But this isn’t a permanent fix, okay? I meant what I said about you coming here every night.” Despite the softness of his voice, it was still stern, letting you know that this wasn’t a request, it was an order. You let out a quiet whimper at the thought of having to do this again, but as long as you were making him feel better, any pain you felt would be worth it. 
He grabbed your underwear to clean his cock, then pulled them back up your legs. You already made enough of a mess on his sheets, he didn’t need his come adding to it any more than it already did. When he laid back down and pulled you into him, you hissed in pain as you moved but eventually got comfortable enough to sleep. 
“Love you so much, princess. You did such a good job for me.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, making you smile. 
“Love you too, Daddy.” You mumbled sleepily. 
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starryknight-tarot · 16 days
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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼?
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Hello beautiful souls✨ Today we will be looking into what kind of people your future friends are and maybe a little more into your dynamic together. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Credit to @benkeibear for the divider and @thuminnoo on instagram.
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Pile 1 Cards: Temperance, Three of Swords, Six of Swords, Strength, Three of Pentacles, Nine of Wands, Page of Pentacles, Ace of Cups rx Back of the Deck: Five of Pentacles
The energy for this pile has a lot of layers to it. While I was shuffling, I heard the word "first" pretty clearly, so your future friends might be the first time you can really call someone a friend or simply your first time having friends at all . I feel like all of your future friends are going to have very big personalities. If you are an introvert, you are going to feel like you were adopted by a bunch of extroverts. I am actually getting Mean Girls vibes from this pile, like in a school setting, all your friends would be the talk of the school. The cool kids so to speak lol. And the energy you are going to feel with them also feels pretty complicated. In friendships, you can have good days where everyone is getting along and having fun, and then other day when things can feel more awkward and even a little uncomfortable, your friend group isn't going to be safe from this. Although, you may feel like you may feel like you don't truly fit in with them. I am hearing "Imposter Syndrome" so with your future friends, you may feel like you don't deserve to be around them. But I am getting that your future friends REALLY don't want you to feel this way. In fact, I feel like there may be a moment in your friendship where all this doubt in yourself comes to the surface and you and your friends have a deep conversation about. I am getting for some of you that really don't resonate with this self doubt energy, it might be the other way around where one of your future friends isn't too confident in their friendship with you. Also, no matter what gender you identify as, your future friends are going to help you embrace your feminine energy. For some specific groups of yall, your friends are going to spark your interest in makeup. Some of yall are going to be making new friends at the gym or on a run, something physical. Like I am seeing the visual of someone running a marathon and chatting it up with the person next to them. I think for my pile 1's, yall need to start having a clear idea of what you want and need in a friend. Because if you just let anyone that shows you kindness, you might end up in a distasteful situation. If you don't feel like you and another person have a connection, it's time to cut ties with that person. But with the Page of Pentacles, I feel like you guys will actually find friends that will feel like manifested them into existence. If you have a manifestation journal, it may help to dedicate a page for qualities you want in a friend and spirit is saying that this will bring you closer to these friends. I also keep hearing "They aren't perfect" so even if you are manifesting them, they may not be the perfect person but they are going to be there for you. Also one last message for my introverts, you may want to try and put yourself out there to find friends.
Advice Cards:
Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life
Spend some time in stillness to reflect
Be adventurous. It's time to go for it!
A powerful dream will guide you
Your heart is a center of institute intelligence. Listen to it!
You are greater than your story
Channeled Songs: (I laughed when I got Please Me but some of yall may have a message there lol)
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Pile 2 Cards: Ace of Swords, Nine of Wands rx, King of Swords, The Tower rx, Ten of Wands rx, The Fool, The Emperor, Two of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Three of Swords
So I was picking up a few different types of energies for this pile, I feel like a lot of people may pick this pile so there is a lot of different people involved or each one of your friends is going to be very different personalities, take it how it resonates. One of the first things I was picking up was that your friends are gonna be labeled as the "weird kids" lol. I don't mean that in a bad way at all, they just might be the type to be labeled as nerds or dorks or whatever but they are just have really silly energy. Specifically, someone in your group is gonna be quite eccentric and unique but I think you will love that about them. This eccentric friend has lovely energy. I keep hearing ENFP or they may might just be really into MBTI. I am also picking up on someone that has a really regal vibe to them? Maybe, they feel like they were royalty in their past life or they could come from wealth. But I am getting such a sweet vibe from this person. This friend group seems like a bunch of softies and I am living for it. I was also picking up that you might have to go through some really shitty friends before you get to the friends that we are currently looking into. Spirit said "those people were never truly your friends" so some people who you thought were your friends may actually be pieces of shit and never even truly saw you as a friend. I am hearing for someone of you that these might be your current friends, of course that isn't going to be for everyone but you are seeing some signs from your current friends that they don't truly respect you as a person, or that they are leave you out of stuff, those people aren't your friends. But with the Fool, I feel like you guys are really going to start a new journey in terms of friends so there are going to be quite a few people who are coming into your life. I heard "They are going to turn your life upside down" so you may start seeing the world differently after meeting them. I do feel like you and your future friends may not always see eye to eye and may have a falling out, I'm not too sure why, it seems like a lot of misunderstandings may happen between yall. These misunderstand may cause yall to have prolonged times apart for a little while. But I do think you will come back together. I'm also not too sure this energy is for everyone or perhaps that keeping this message in mind may cause these misunderstands to be avoided. Spirit is saying "Keep an open mind" so you may need to just hear each other. I am also getting for this pile that your group of friends may be really big, like a lot of people that are gonna hang around you.
Advice Cards:
Hold your life from a sacred viewpoint. Witness the universal picture
Relax and feel good. You deserve more joy!
Your are greater than your story
Pay attention to your breathing, it's reflecting your life
Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy
You are wiser than you think
You are a natural teacher
Channeled Songs:
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Pile 3 Cards: Three of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The Emperor rx, Six of Pentacles rx, Ten of Pentacles, The Fool rx, Ten of Swords Back of the Deck: Four of Cups
Excuse me for my language, but I fucking love this pile so much, your future friends have top tier energy. These friends might be people from your childhood that you rekindle with or just friends you have known for a while. Actually I am also getting that for some of you, you may meet them very suddenly and become friends very fast in your adult life, but I'm not really getting an in between. For some of you, I feel like you are already around your future friends. They seem to be more of the rebellious vibes, I am hearing Lost Boys energy. Your future friends may be strong activists and are very vocal about what is right and wrong. Your friends seems like the type of people that really stand out in the crowd. Probably for a very specific group of you, I feel like you may meet in an art class or just somewhere surrounded by art. And your future friends are SO creative and have such big imaginations. For some of you, you are going to make a career with these future friends and I am hearing starting a Youtube channel or something like that. Whatever it is, it seems like it will be really successful because of the chemistry you and your friends share. Especially with all the pentacles in this pile, yall might make major bank together. For a lot of you, these friends are going to be your soul family. For some of you, there is going to be someone in your friend group that takes up a sort of mother role and they are going to help heal you through a lot of childhood wounds that you may not have even realized you had. I heard for some of you, they are going to get you out more and get you out of a hermit period for you. There is a very small group of you that I feel like you will very suddenly stop seeing each other or perhaps this friendship will have been going on for years and some of you will want to expand your friendship to other people and not talk as much, I am getting maybe two people. A little larger group of you may just drift part after time and find new friends, but you guys would never forget each other and always hold so much love for each other. Yall story seems like it could be made into a story lol. But even then, I won't let that stop you from enjoying your friends with these people and trying your best to make it last since yall do seem really compatible. For real it's so beautiful I almost want to cry. But there is a group of you that I see growing old together basically. Yall will still be causing trouble till yall's hairs grey and you are chilling in the nursing homes lol.
Advice Cards: Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life
Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy
Be aware of your inner messages
A powerful dream will guide you
The key is in the application. Practice!
Spend some time in stillness to reflect
Channeled Songs:
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Pile 4 Cards: King of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Four of Pentacles rx, Five of Swords, Six of Pentacles rx, Nine of Swords, The Tower, The Fool rx Back of the Deck: Six of Wands
This pile is very interesting indeed. So one of the first things I was picking up was that you may marry one of your future friends and it is going to be like "Marrying my best friend" kind of moments. Which is real cute for yall. I was also getting that your friend group might be pretty well off, like they all grew up in a pretty wealthy area or something like that. I am kind of picking up on those people that grew up rich but don't really even realize it until you point it out. But they seem like might spoil you a little, take you around to see things you may have never seen without them. I am also hearing some of you may be the rich friend. I am also getting that the way you guys will meet will be through shared struggle. Like I am getting that you and your future friends will go though an experience that not many will have gone through and while you will walk away with a lot of trouble from this experience, you will also walk away with new friendships because not many have gone through what yall have gone through. I am getting that you will have around three or four friends that you are particularly close with. With the mixture of the Tower and the Five of Swords, I feel like you are going to have a big falling out with these people. Although since we have the Six of Wands at the back of the deck, I feel this story will have a very satisfying ending. I just suddenly saw people meeting at a very tropical setting. It could just be the beach but for some of you, this feels like a different country and you will meet up there and it will feel so nice. I am also getting that instead of this falling out energy, your future friends are going to have A LOT of trauma and they may feel like they don't deserve your friendship, something along those lines. Your future friends have very shy energy. They don't seem to trust a lot of people but you managed to gain their trust. Although I feel like one of your friends is very shy and the another is very bold and confident, but even this person seems to have some inner struggles as well. I'm sorry because I feel like there is part of a puzzle that your future friends don't really want to share here. Perhaps your story with them is just something they really want you to experience without any expectations. They seem to have really good intentions with you.
Advice Cards:
Release all attachments that do not serve you
Take a lighter approach and smile about all facets in your life. A smile reflects a heart at peace You are ready to receive your fortune. Be miracle minded!
The key is in the application. Practice! You are intuitively gifted. Trust you guidance
Pay attention to the issue that time plays in your life right now
Channeled Songs:
Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.
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rusmii · 3 months
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ಇ. BSD MEN IN OMEGAVERSE
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#🫧 includes : fem!reader x dazai, chuuya
#🫧 notes : yall may think im weird for this, but hear me out! i got curious and decided to make a/b/otology. more characters later!!💀
#🫧 cws : smut hcs is in its own section so u can skip over it, a/b/o dynamics, ruts/heats, pls don't take this seriously, uh implied weird sex with these men, mentioned: fisting, cunni, fingering, marathon sex, big dicks, cervix touching, rough fucking, bed breaking, FEM TERMS ARE USED!!! (pussy), unknown drug mori gave you and chuuya
#🫧 taglist (free to join!) : @luvan1 @dollchuya
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— 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : general hcs
idk I'm leaning towards alpha
dazai is more like a non stero typical alpha due to his lack of outwardly cocky confidence and average muscle a normal alpha should have
at first glance he seems like a regular beta - hell even with some submissive qualities 💀
but as you get to know him you also notice the shift in his scent
dazai is the type to wear scent blockers bc he just doesn't wanna deal with a flock of whores coming his way whenever he's out
as for when he presented, probably around 15. a little after when mori found him and recruited chuuya
dazai isn't really an aggressive alpha per say, but as an alpha it's rlly in his instincts so if you're observant, you may notice his passive aggressive attitude
him in the pm was ruthless tho. he was murdering dicks with just his presence, but he's a changed man now
dazais rut cycles happen every 4 weeks (every month). average rut time that lasts a week
since he's an alpha most likely he's going to be a little bigger than the average beta. maybe abt 4.7 inches when soft and 7-8 inches when hardened
he doesn't have a preference in the omegas he likes but if he were to choose, probably an omega who reminds him of oda in way
basically someone who won't judge him for who he is cause dazai is a whole mess to deal with😭
— 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : smut hcs (u can skip this part)
hope u guys didn't forget this is an omegaverse post
anyways dazai goes feral when he dicks you down😭
shoving you on his cock even when he only used one finger:( jk nah he uses his whole fist first
you're stretched so wide opened that you don't even need a plug. your slick already producing more than enough to replace a whole bucket of lube
that's when he bullies his cock up into you. making sure you least expect it— making you beg and moan then shoves it in when your mouth is already wide open
I'm sorry if ur on the smaller side but dazais dick IS gonna be 7-8 inches so if you're like under 5'4 then yeah you might feel that shit up in your cervix
but that's fine since you're born to be bred that way (omega reader)
that aside, dazai isn't as dominant as other alphas. controlling, yes. lazy? definitely
rather have you fuck yourself on his dick then do much work but that's when he's NOT on his rut
if he's on his rut then yeah, ur pussy is getting a restraining order against his dick
bro your pussy would be PULSING for daaysss after his rut😭😭 you wouldn't even wanna open your legs for this man anymore
your heat cycles and his rut cycles probably don't align, meaning more days off work, meaning a happy dazai
dazais version of aftercare is eating his cum out of you then carrying you to use the bathroom to pee then carry you back to bed to sleep
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— 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 : general hcs
ALPHA 100%
but gets mistaken for an omega💀
as an alpha, chuuya exerts that usual cocky confidence and muscle a normal alpha would have. in fact he probably has more than the average alpha
the only reason why chuuya gets mistaken as an omega is bc of how short he is. there's no way that an alpha could be so non stero typical but chuuyas existence proves everyone wrong
chuuya doesn't wear scent blockers then complains abt omegas, BETAS even, clinging onto him like he's gonna leave them after edging them for years
submissive betas though, normal and more dominant betas aren't crazy over him like that😭
as for when chuuya presented, he was a late bloomer lmfaooo. buddy presented as an alpha at 18
ngl everyone thought he was gonna be one dominant omega but chuuyas biology rlly said, "lemme show yall where i put the rest of his height"
unlike dazai, chuuya is one hell of a volatile alpha. one second he's calm then he's slamming a random alphas head in the wall bc he was harassing omegas
a volatile alpha for good reasons (unless it's dazai)
chuuyas rut cycles comes every 3 weeks and lasts for about a week and a half. not on the average time but pretty close to it
he'd just have to adjust and manage his timing well
like dazai, he's gonna have a BIG D so I'd say around the same length as him, 8-9 inches when hard and 5 when softened. as for width though? man's a coke can. THICK AS FUCK.
chuuya does have a preference in his omegas. he'd prefer a more submissive but act-like-they're-in-charge type of omega. he's not picky though, and will worship an omega anyways
that will always send them the wrong signals but it's alr since it's chuuya
— 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 : smut hcs (u can skip this)
a dominant man always loves being on top
chuuya be the type to finger you while eating you ouuut😝 literally doesn't stop till his face, neck-down is SOAKED
and chuuyas fingers are BIG like did you guys know his hands are bigger than dazais?!? one finger would probably equal to two of yours
bby makes sure to stretch you wide open cz he knows he big:((
just know that his tip is gonna be slobbering your cervix, so let's hope your omega body is aroused enough to stretch for him
on normal days where normal sex occurs, chuuya doesn't really treat you any differently from his rut days
only difference being that he's softer and gentler, especially on special days
during his ruts however.......... yo bro breaking bed after bed yall might as well just fuck on the floor😭
like it's gotten to the point where you just use a floor bed
ik ur neighbors banging on the doors every 3 weeks
your pussy is literally applying for another alpha cause WHEWW man keeping up with chuuya is a workout on its own
it don't help the fact that his stamina exceeds normal people staminas
your heat cycles and his rut cycles align! when you and chuuya first mated, you both took these unknown concoctions mori gave yall to align your cycles
in chuuyas house, aftercare is important. or at least that's what he says before knocking tf out and you having to drag your ass out of bed to clean yourself + him up
he feels bad abt it the next morning and makes you stay in bed for like the next 3 days
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©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works
rbs and comments appreciated <3<3
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havrenthepathetic · 3 months
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Pairing: Neuvilette x Zhongli x Reader x (Probably Baizhu)
Warnings: rough sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, monster sex, oral sex... I don't really know what else to add.
Comment: so this is my first post of this type, so don't kick me with your slippers. Sorry for my English in advance.🥲 MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!
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I have a headcanon that they are like dragons with double members. That in math for two there will be 4.
> Zhongli. <
He... He!!! He knows exactly what you like and knows when you're ovulating because he can smell your hormones. He likes to take risks, so sometimes you have unprotected sex when you're ovulating, but it's okay, because pregnancy requires other... conditions.
He's the one who likes to almost fuck you till you unconscious in bed, bringing you to a semi-conscious state with hours of changing positions. But he also cares about you afterwards, because he knows that the endurance of humans and dragons is different.
Zhongli's cock is dark brown, like his arms and legs. The tip is orange or yellowish, like amber. He also can control the hardness of the cock making it hard like a...stone.
The main penis is larger, the second one is slightly smaller and resembles an arrow. The second member is darker and narrower.
> Neuvilette. <
Oh fuck, him!!! He hasn't been around people as long as Zhongli, so you'll have to tell him what you like and what you don't like. Because he doesn't understand human emotions. He will love you carefully and tenderly, even if you beg him to fuck you harder. He is not sure that he will not exaggerate his strength, so he will be as careful as possible.
The cock in the Neuvi... Well. There are two paths here. Both about the double because I said so. Lol.
· One is about a human-like penis. The other is about the tentacled one.
· We're going to follow the second one. Yes, they are tentacles and it is physically impossible for them both to be in you at the same time. One of the members is for laying eggs, the other is for fertilizing them. And you have to try to prove to him that sex is only for fertilization. The penises are blue, with suction parts that don't cling to the skin too much.
> When they're both in one room with you. <
I expect that Zhongli will show Neuvi exactly how you like to be fucked. Perhaps they will even let you play with his (Neuvi's) cocks with your mouth, opening up new sensations for the hydro dragon, because before he didn't understand why he should do this.
Double penetration... From the two of them... It would require preparation. And a lot of lubrication. Both his own and the other's (hydro slime, maybe).
After such a "marathon", you will need to go to Baizhu, who will only complain about the dragons for ignoring the fact that you are a human. However... you are so greedy that you want to fill all your holes with these incredible men. So again, double penetration from the dragons and oral sex for Baizhu...
(Funny headcanon that Changsheng will comment on all the positions and say which one will hit the most erogenous zones.)
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what-even-is-thiss · 6 months
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I think one possible cure for gifted kid burnout is working on your endurance. Like you don't run a marathon day one. You also don't build up tolerance for studying for 5-10 hours day one.
I'm slowly but surely working on my patience.
Like ideally I'd study or get comprehensible input for Spanish for 2-4 hours a day but I just don't currently have the tolerance for that. So I'm currently watching Spanish stuff for 10-20 minutes and doing 30 flashcards a week.
My gifted kid perfectionist brain is like, no. I need to get good at Spanish now. But that's not how long term learning works and that's not how building mental endurance works.
Once 20 minutes is easy I'll add another 20 minutes. See how that goes. Maybe take away 10 minutes if that's too hard. I dunno.
It's hard. I wanna git gud now. But that's not how life works. I've gotta carefully take my ego and put it on the level where it belongs. Not smack it down to the floor and give up on learning Spanish altogether either. Just learn how to accurately assess my situation.
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zegrasdrysdale · 3 months
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[ wrapped in red ] j. drysdale
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day five of malia’s christmas fic marathon
paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) surprises Jamie with his Christmas gift early when he gets back from a rough east coast roadie at four in the morning
warning(s) : smut ! oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be careful), whining, light hair pulling, use of pet names during sex
author’s note : this is me trying to catch up w the schedule lmaoo anyway … enjoy (even tho i definitely got a little carried away with it. i was having a moment and let the moment take over)
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The horn sounds through the TV, signaling the end of the game. The Ducks lost to the Devils at the Prudential Center 4-2, and it was Jamie’s first goal back after missing nearly 30 games. He probably isn’t feeling the best right now.
Yet she knows exactly what would make him feel better. She's sure he will appreciate his Christmas gift a little bit early. She's been excited to give it to him since she got it right after he left for the road trip that has kept him away for a week.
Now might be the perfect time since he might need to relax a little bit. She knows her boyfriend so she knows exactly how to help him relax after a rough roadie. She even tells him that she'll wait up for him to get home so she can surprise him.
ʚ jamie baby ɞ - 10:29 pm flight doesn't leave until midnight so you don't have to stay up for me. i won't home until 4. pls don't be up until 4 in the morning, baby. i'd feel so bad
i love you and i'll see you when you get up in the morning, okay ? i won't be good company when i get home and i don't want to ruin your mood
Her plan doesn't change from Jamie's texts. All it does is tell her that he really isn't in a good mood after the road trip. She can take a four hour nap and be fine by the time he gets home. She needs to be wide awake for when she gives him his gift.
The gift also needs a little prep so she'll sleep until three, drink a cup of coffee to wake her up, then get ready to give Jamie his gift.
She's pretty sure his mood will change real quick, especially since he's been gone for a week. They both are a little desperate at this point.
An alarm is set for three in the morning to give her an hour to do what she needs to do. She only needs an hour to prepare the gift. A cup of coffee, a shower, a shave, hair, makeup, and a small snack isn't going to take more than an hour.
For her nap, she wears one of Jamie's Ducks hoodies because they're insanely comfortable. She sends Jamie a text that says goodnight and for him to have a safe flight.
(Y/N) is shaking with excitement as she lies down in their shared bed for her four hour nap. The look on Jamie's face when he sees what he's getting for Christmas is the only thing that causes her to fall asleep.
The sooner she falls asleep, the sooner the alarm will go off and the sooner Jamie will be home.
She dreams of his reaction.
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A screaming alarm wakes her from her light sleep. It's still completely dark outside and there's a dim light coming from her phone while the alarm goes off. She turns it off and sits up with a stretch.
(Y/N) feels very refreshed though, and she definitely needed the little nap if she is to make it through the night. She allows herself a few more minutes before she goes and makes a cup of coffee.
While the coffee brews, she tracks Jamie's flight. They haven't landed early so she can still definitely pull off the surprise. The team plane is scheduled to land in a half hour. Then it's baggage claim and a fifteen to twenty minute drive to their apartment in Anaheim.
After coffee and a few pieces of toast with strawberries and Nutella, (Y/N) takes a shower. It's a full shower. She shampoos, conditions, shaves all necessary areas, washes her body, and exfoliates her face.
All while Taylor Swift is playing from the Bluetooth speaker on the sink counter.
(Y/N) loves listening to Miss Swift while she showers. Sometimes she listens to it while showering with Jamie, and he gets very into it. That's Trevor's doing though. Trevor is a bigger Swiftie than she is. Sometimes.
It's quarter to four when (Y/N) gets out of the shower. She checks to see where Jamie is and finds he's still at the airport. His location says he's outside though so he's probably headed to his car. She needs to hurry up if she's going to pull this surprise off.
She wraps herself in a towel and secures it under her arms so she can do her hair and light makeup. She blow dries it until it's pretty much straight then runs the straightener through it a couple of times to make sure there is no wave or curl to her hair.
She puts foundation under her eyes to hide the circles that have formed and all over her face to hide any blemishes. She puts on red lipstick and does a natural smokey eye look.
When she looks at Jamie's location, he's on his way home. There are about ten minutes until he's going to be walking through the door and she still has to go get the actual gift out of the closet. She curses to herself and makes her way back into their bedroom after disconnecting her phone from the speaker and turning off the light.
Inside a box in a closet is the gift. It's a red lingerie set that she tried on once when she was with Jamie. He said he really liked it so when he left for the trip, she went back to the store and bought it.
The sleepwear lingerie is made of lace and mesh. The cups of the nightgown part of the set is made of lace and is practically see through. Below the cups is completely see through. A matching mesh G-string will be worn underneath the sleepwear.
(Y/N) looks in the full length mirror against the wall and finds a hot, confident version of herself. Usually she doesn't dress like this, but it's Christmas so she figured it could be Jamie's gift since he liked seeing this set on her.
Somewhere in the apartment, a door softly opens and shuts with a nearly silent click. She makes a beeline for the bed and turns on the lamp beside the bed so Jamie gets a very good look at her when he opens the bedroom door.
There is a sigh and footsteps that are getting closer and louder. She tries to lay on the bed in a way that Jamie will get a good view of her as soon as the door opens. She has just decided on a position when the door slowly begins to open.
Jamie sticks his head into the room and looks right at the bed. His eyes immediately widen and the door swings completely open. His jaw has dropped to the floor and he nearly drops his bags on the ground.
"I- what-," he stammers. She smiles as he tries to find the words. "I don't understand what's going on here. (Y/N), I thought I said not to-"
"Wait up for you?" she finishes. "I didn't. I woke up at three so I could get ready to surprise my boyfriend since he hasn't been home in a week." She allows her eyes to travel up and down Jamie's body. He's tense but it's hard to miss how tight his pants have gotten at his crotch area. "Maybe put him in a better mood because he seemed very cranky after the game."
He shifts his weight between his legs before he drops his luggage by the door. "I am," he tells her. "I mean, I was. I don't think I am now." His eyes travel over her body. "Holy shit, baby."
She slowly gets up off the bed, making sure to show off every part of the set. Jamie's cheeks get red as he watches her walk up to him. She smiles when she is standing in front of him. "Merry Christmas," she says to him. "Decided to give you your present a little early. You said you liked this on me so I went and got it to wear for you on Christmas but then you had a rough road trip. Surprise."
Jamie's quiet, but she can see that he's trying to hold back. His hands are shaking, itching to touch her. "I don't know what to say," he tells her. "Fuck, (Y/N)."
"How about you don't say anything?" she suggests. Her fingers grasp at the collar of Jamie's game day suit jacket. Slowly, she pushes it off of him and he shivers despite wearing long sleeves under the jacket. "How about I help you relax? Let you enjoy seeing me in this while I suck you off. Promise you won't rip it?" He immediately begins to nod.
His eyes are on her fingers as she works on unbuttoning his shirt. She untucks it from his pants to finish unbuttoning it and her eyes meet his. "I wish I could come home to this after every roadie," Jamie softly admits. "I think I'd score a hat trick if I knew this was waiting for me at home."
(Y/N) undoes his belt without looking at what she's doing. It hits the ground with a soft thud. "I'll see what I can do," she replies. "Maybe if you get a hat trick then I'll be waiting for you like this when you get back." Slowly, she sinks to her knees. She is so thankful that the room has carpet. Her knees are definitely grateful. "I'll be waiting on my knees like this for you."
A soft whine passes Jamie's lips when she pulls his cock out of the confines of his suit pants. "Fuck," he groans as she takes him in one of her hands. She presses soft kisses to his hipbone, trailing closer to his dick.
She licks the bright red tip and swirls her tongue around it, collecting the drop of precome that has already formed. She looks up at him as she takes him in her mouth. Jamie sighs and puts his fingers in her hair to probably keep himself upright. She takes as much of him in her mouth as she can then begins to move her head.
Giving blowjobs has never been something she's been particularly good at, but Jamie has helped her improve her skills since they've gotten together. His reactions and the sounds that come from his mouth let her know if she's doing a good or bad job.
Even if she were to give the worst blowjob in the world right now, she is pretty sure that Jamie wouldn't care.
He's already barely here.
One thing she knows drives Jamie crazy is when she hollows out her cheeks and lightly sucks. She tries it once and Jamie's hips buck forward. (Y/N) knew that was going to happen so she relaxed her throat so he wouldn't choke her with his dick. Jamie lets out a soft groan that's mixed with a whine. Her hands fly to his thighs to let him know to relax.
"Keep doing that and I will come a lot sooner than we would both like, (Y/N)," he warns her. She looks up at him through her eyelashes and sees how flustered he is. His cheeks are bright red and his bottom lip looks like it's been gnawed on. "Fucking eyelashes. Fuck."
She smiles as best as she can around him.
Despite the carpet, her knees do begin to hurt. She glances up at him before pulling off his dick. There is a little bit of lipstick on his hipbone where she kissed him. She smiles and looks up at him.
Jamie slides one of his hands around to the back of her neck and puts his fingers in her hair. She stands up and Jamie drags her in for a filthy kiss. She hums against his lips and pushes the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He lets the fabric fall to the floor around his feet.
"Love being on my knees for you," she mumbles between kisses. "I wanna ride you though."
A whine comes from Jamie's throat after her comment. She smiles and turns them so she can push Jamie onto the mattress.
The kiss breaks and he falls onto his back with a grunt when she pushes him in the direction of the mattress. She pulls off his shoes and socks before pulling his dress pants off. Jamie scoots backward further onto the bed as she pulls off his pants and boxers together.
Jamie's eyes are wide when she crawls on top of him. She straddles his waist and cock. Jamie's hands run up and down her thighs for a second as she leans down and kisses him. This kiss is hungry since she has gone a week without kissing him. She's missed the feeling of his lips against her. It drives her nuts every time he goes away for more than a few days.
There's a light pressure over the G-string that she's wearing under the sleepwear. A soft moan comes from her throat as Jamie's thumb circles her clit over the mesh.
He breaks the hot kiss and she rests her forehead against his. "As hot as this is," Jamie begins to say. "I need to be inside you so either take these off or move them to the side because I'm minutes away from coming and I don't want to make a mess of your new outfit."
(Y/N) quickly sheds the lingerie set until she's completely naked. A smile forms on Jamie's lips before he sits up and attaches his lips to her jaw. Her fingers are in his hair. When he hits the sensitive spot right under her ear, she lightly pulls. His thumb is back on her clit and she whines.
Needing relief, she grabs his dick and lines herself up with him. He looks up at her and she kisses him. It's a softer kiss than the kisses they've already shared tonight, but he licks into her mouth and it intensifies.
Slowly, she sinks down onto him. There's a familiar pressure as he fills her up. "Fuck, Jamie," she mumbles against his lips.
"Feels so good around me, baby," Jamie tells her. "Fuck."
It's only seconds later when he's completely inside of her. Jamie's hands find her waist and she bites at his bottom lip before pulling away.
Their eyes meet and Jamie begins to roll her hips against his. Her lips part and soft pants pass them. Her hands fly to his jaw and she holds on like it's life or death.
It feels so good to be like this. It's rare that Jamie lets her take control in bed but she loves it. Even now, he still has some control while she's riding him. His hands are on her waist and helping her move.
She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him back onto the bed. His head hits the pillows and she speeds up her movements. Rolling turns into bouncing on Jamie's dick.
The room is filled with the sounds of the bed squeaking beneath them and skin on skin. She's letting out quiet moans as she throws her head back and enjoys the feeling of Jamie moving in and out of her at her own pace. Jamie even lets out a soft noise or two.
"Riding me so good," Jamie tells her. "Riding me like the good girl you are. Fuck, baby."
His words alone are enough to make her come, but she holds back until he comes first. He's the one that needs to relax so she's focused on his pleasure first. She'll come when he comes.
Then his thumb is back on her clit and she isn't sure how much longer she can go.
"Want you to come first," she pants. "Jamie."
Jamie pulls her down into a kiss full of tongue and teeth.
She's so close. Her legs are shaking and sore from doing all the work. Her clit is so sensitive and she's worried she'll come.
"Fill me up," (Y/N) says against Jamie's lips. Even her voice is shaky. "Wanna feel you come inside me. Please."
A groan and a whine pass Jamie's lips as he finally lets go. He comes inside of her as soon as she comes back down on his cock. He uses his thumb and pointer finger to play with her clit and it's not long after that when she comes.
White paints her vision and she comes with Jamie's name on her lips. She throws her head back for a second before she collapses onto his chest.
She isn't sure that she's ever came that hard in her life. Her body is spent and her breathing is labored.
When she comes to, she's laying on the bed and the bathroom light is on. Jamie appears from the bathroom with a cloth and he begins to clean her up. She can feel his come running down her legs and it's a little uncomfortable until he wipes it away.
"That was the hottest thing I think I have ever experienced," Jamie admits to her. "I'm so fucking lucky."
"Now I have to get you a new Christmas present," she mumbles. Her voice is already slurred with sleep.
Jamie throws the cloth towards the laundry basket and climbs back into bed. He covers them both with the blanket that will need to be changed in the morning.
"I think that was the best Christmas present ever," he softly tells her. "You can worry your pretty little head about it in the morning. Right now, we're going to go to sleep and sleep in then I'm going to return what you did tonight by fucking you when you wake up."
Oh, she should be wrapped in red more often if this is how Jamie is going to react. Maybe next she can wear one of his Canada jerseys with nothing on underneath and see how he reacts to that.
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Pairing: afab!reader x Chan
Word count: 4.5k
Genre: friends to lovers
Warnings: Kissing, mentions of gentalia, handjob, tit job (?), praise, creampie
Note: idk if anyone is actually going to read this because I haven't posted in like 10 months so yeah but rusty but genuinely enjoy writing this so much
Summary: You were a great student, and Chan was struggling, bad. This is what happened when you tried to reduce his stress by 'studying.'
Time was nothing but a mindless construct for you and the many young individuals that attended college. Prestigious or not, it was deep into the second semester of your second year, and if you had to look at one more textbook about a specification type of referencing, you were going to explode. 
Being a psychology major was something you had worked toward for a long time. Having a job that nurtured people back to optimal health and wellbeing was something that always felt nice on the tip of your tongue. Nice to tell people, nice to give to people. That didn’t mean it did not come with its challenges. Researching, literature reviews, group assignments… It was hard and enduring work.
It was helpful that by the end of the first year you had discovered others on the same greuling yet rewarding path. Having a decent support system was essential, especially when traveling to the other side of the world to study. The 4 boys and two girls, who would be named Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, Chan, Mina and Lia would be the be all and end all for you. Crying together, partying together, doing everything together. Traveling to South Korea was difficult at first. Adapting to the culture and language, so having them by your side got you to where you were today. Life is stressful currently, but then again, things could be worse.
**
“Okay class, this is the last class for the semester, so if you have any questions, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
You listened eagerly, wanting to pick up on any tips or tricks necessary to ace the exam. Cognitive psychology was a piece of cake to you, so this exam was in the bag. The others… not as much. Changbin and Felix were pretty good, thanks to Lia helping them every other day, and Mina only liked to study alone, got too distracted by the lot of you which to be fair, isn’t hard. You were a loud group. Most of the time you studied on your own as well, the occasional time with Felix if he was bored or needed to catch up on notes from readings (and by catching up on notes, basically just stealing yours). But most of your time was spent with Chan. He was good, but always needed a little bit of extra help. He was kind of whisked into psychology, not really sure what he wanted to do. Therefore, Chan had little to no background before coming into the degree.
“Ms, is Piaget theory required for this exam?”
“Tsk, yes Chan,” she replied, much disdain to her tone, “have you not been listening to anything for the past 6 weeks?”
Tiny giggles permeated through the room after the professor's sarcastic response. It made your skin crawl, and not in a good way. It was quite rude if anything. Chan laughed it off as well. He was the type to just laugh things off, but you could tell on his face that he was nothing but serious when asking his question. His ears began to turn red, sinking into his chair simultaneously. 
Luckily the bell rang, and you had never seen someone zoom out of a classroom as fast as Chan did. You chase after him, wanting to make sure he was okay and not feeling completely humiliated. It felt like a marathon, you were very much out of breath by the time you caught up to him. Slapping a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, the unintentional force causing him to face you.
“Jesus christ Chan,” you stumbled, completely out of breath, “why did you have to run so fast?”
You looked, a weak chuckle coming from his lips, a single tear simultaneously dripping out of the corner of his eyes. Your smile faded, beginning to feel really bad for your poor friend.
“Sorry Y/n,” he whispered, wiping it away quickly with the sleeve of his hoodie, “you’ve caught me at a bad time.”
You motioned to the bench next to you, sitting next to him as you rubbed his back in circular motions. Chan was such an intelligent individual, it made you feel sorrow when he doubted himself, and this was one of those moments. 
“Oh Chan don’t even worry about that,” you cooed, “she’s been rude all semester, definitely had a stick up her ass or something because I have no idea what her problem is.”
That made him giggle, turning to you and grabbing your hand as a silent thank you.
“Yeah you're right aha. I’m really struggling with the cognitive stuff though, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this exam.”
The other, who moved at a normal, not heart attack inducing pace, finally caught up to the two of you,lips pouted and solemn as they noticed Chan was having a down moment.
“Aw Chan it’s ok,” Felix hummed, giving him a bright smile, “we will all help you, promise.”
“Yeah,” Changbin chimed in, “let’s have a study session at Chan’s, tomorrow, 3pm good for everyone?”
Everyone nodded in agreement, you and Chan following behind the rest. He grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks, “Y/n, could you come an hour earlier? Just so I don’t sound like a complete idiot? Also, they’re kind of hard to keep up with. I like the way you explain things.”
You’d be lying if you said the skin on your arm was burning up. He didn’t know, too innocent to realize, but his praise had an effect on you, one too many times. You would like nothing more than to take care of him, in all the ways anyone could imagine. Wash his clothes, feed him an insurmountable quantity of food. Was his hair in the shower, lather his body in soap and just, well, you know. The chiseled state of his body was no secret. The many beach trips accounted for that. Chan was a very good looking man, one of the first things you noticed when Felix introduced you to his friends. However, it was something that you suppressed deep down. A romance was the last thing you needed.
 Your cheeks follow a similar temperature. The thought almost made you dizzy. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to your senses and not trying to look out of the ordinary.
“Uh yes,” you shrieked, the attempt to act normal utterly dismissed, “of course. Anything to help you out.”
You continued to walk together, a million thoughts running through your mind as you attempted to keep them subtle, failing to rope them in and keep them at a minimal level.
**
To describe you as nervous was an understatement. Your hairbrush ran through your hair in a frustrating manner. You felt stupid, ridiculous even. If you had a dollar for every time you went to Chan’s dorm, you would be a millionaire, why did this time feel different? Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed, putting the last touches of your makeup before grabbing your keys and walking across campus, heading to your ‘friends’ door.
A gentle couple of knocks was all it took for you to be greeted by your handsome friend. His hair was swept back, forehead showing. His outfit was casual, black hoodie, black tracksuit pants. It was nothing different to what he usually wore, but he looked ten times hotter than usual.
“Y/n,” he groaned, “thank god you’re here.” 
He dragged you inside, closing the door behind you. He began to pace back and forth, biting on his fingernails simultaneously.
“Chan slow down, what’s wrong?”
“I opened the textbook, and I can’t stop freaking out. Y/n I’m so stressed, why are you not pacing with me?”
“Because,” you laughed, gripping his forearms stopping him in his tracks, “by the end of the day, you will understand Piaget, and every other theory we need before the exam, okay?”
You were close, eyes piercing as you gave him a loss of reassurance. You weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you, but it felt like Chan was moving closer. His eyes began to bore into yours, holy fuck he was hot. 
You broke away, not wanting to misinterpret anything. Taking a seat on his couch, you picked up his textbook, scanning and analyzing what he was trying to understand. Chan sat right next to you, thigh distractingly touching yours as you attempted to read. You could feel his gaze over his shoulder. The smell of his cologne flowing into your nostrils, becoming intoxicating. Your frustration began to increase. You knew that you were being unreasonable, but it was like he was trying to seduce you. You were already out of your mind, and nothing in the slightest of being sexual had occurred.
“Chan, I can hear your breathing down my neck.”
“Oh,” he moved away, “sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Are you sure?”
“What?”
You put the textbook down, turning your body to face him. The look of concern on his face, like the one you were met with when you opened the door had not disappeared. A look of disapproval now on yours.
“Can you please talk to me?”
“What do you want to know?”
“What exactly is stressing you out?”
A large sigh escaped his lips, 
“I just feel like I’m failing. I had to convince my parents to live here instead of Australia, and I just feel like I’m not living up to what they expected.”
Your heart sank at his words. You sat there for two minutes of silence. You weren't sure what you could say that would be perfect and what he needed to hear, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t attempt to.
“Chan I-”
“And I have other needs as well.”
At first you were confused, completely unsure of what he referred to. Your mind was ticking once again, rummaging to what he referred to. But when it came to your mind, your eyes widened, mouth dropping before you spoke.
“Oh, I get what you mean.”
“Yeah.”
Another couple of minutes of silence passed as you looked around, refusing to make eye contact with each other. An idea popped into your mind, but it was way too inappropriate to ask. You wanted to help him so badly though, a proposition if you will. It was such a fine line to cross. It really was inappropriate, but the innocent look on his face was triggering something in you, sparking your innermost fantasies and desires. 
You don’t know what took over or what in your right mind possessed you to do what you did next, but time moved and all of a sudden you were on top of Chan, arms wrapped around his neck as you looked down at him, like a predator hunting his prey.
“You know, I can help you if you want?”
A large gulp was evident as it paced down his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say, him now analyzing if he himself was being too inappropriate to take you upon your proposition. His hands spread across your rear, gently nudging you forward. He was in unfamiliar territory, not sure how to proceed.
“Did you mean with studying or, you know, my needs?”
The look you gave him was priceless. It was amazing how genuinely oblivious Chan was sometimes. You got up from his lap, saying nothing and walking towards his room. He followed, closing the door behind him, even though nobody else was home.
“Sit on the bed.”
He did as he was told, legs spread wide at the edge. He always sat like this, and it turned you on, every single time. Chan, without knowing it, just looked so cocky, so arrogant, and fuck, did you used to like arrogant men. The ironic thing was that he was the complete opposite. Smart, kind, generous and warm to others. He was probably the only guy that you met that had all the qualities you looked for.
But that was irrelevant now. This moment wasn’t about how likable he was, it was about how hot he was. You took two steps closer, lifting your arms above your head and discarding your shirt. You could hear the audible gasp that escaped his lips, stunned by the way your chest looked. You did not assume that this would happen, therefore the reason why you had no bra on. You stood there, chest inline with his face as he watched you with so much intent. The way he was taking you in, drinking you up like a crisp, refreshing beverage. Chan, not a complete virgin, had little experience. He was a hard worker, never giving into his temptations. If anything, it kind of explained why he was so intense ¾ of the time. Nevertheless, it made your insides throb the way he gazes at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth.
“If you don’t want this, talk now.”
You waited for what felt like 5 hours, but was really thirty seconds before he shook his head, vigorously. The notion made you smirk. His eyes remained wide, focusing nothing but the curve of your boobs. He went to lift his shirt, thinking it would be the right thing to do seeing as you were half naked yourself. But you said no,grabbing his wrists and placing them on your own zipper. His fingers gently shadowed yours, the sound of the zip the only noise filling the room. Stepping out of them quickly, simultaneously pulling your underwear off as well, another gasp escaped his lips. You were now fully nude, him fully clothed. There was something sick to you about getting off at the fact he was fully dressed and you were the opposite. 
“Like what you see?”
“Mhm,” he gulped once more, “really, really beautiful.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but that wasn’t the time for this. Dropping to your knees, your fingers began to fiddle with the drawstring of his own bottoms. It did take long, seeing as Chan liked to wear very baggy clothes. They came off in one swift motion, spreading his legs even farther apart so you could fit right in. He was already extremely hard, the sight of your tits getting even near his cock made him twitch. Looking up at him, his chest was visibly tense, like he was holding in a large breath.
It wasn’t until your hand gripped the base of his length, and you started pumping, was when his chest fell deeply, almost concave in. His facial expression still looked tense, however, you could tell it wasn’t a look of agony, it was quite the opposite. A small whine escaped from his lips when you added another hand, adding more friction to his cock and you began to pump him a little faster. 
“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, too embarrassed to allow you to hear his satisfaction. The muscles in his legs and arms were much looser than they were prior, and the fact that you were only using hands was absolutely blowing your mind. Your arousal was increasing. Seeing how pathetic and easy it was to turn Chan on. 
“Is that good Chan?”
“Yes,” he breathed, barely able to get his words out, “that feels so good, fuck Y/n.”
The breathy tone of your name sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a while since someone made you feel like that. You felt like he needed to be rewarded. You maneuvered your body closer, but taking his hands off of his length, placing them on either sides of your chest as you took him in, watching his length slide in the crevice of your tits. Chan jumped out of his seat, jaw slack and dropping to the floor as he watched his extremely hard cock disappear in between your cleavage. Eyes remained on him, your core was throbbing harder, watching his face contour, eyebrows strongly furrowed; he was enjoying every single second of it. Your chest moved with anticipation, tongue sticking out to reach the slit of his tip every time it reached the peak of your cleavage.
“You’re so cute,” you smile, “you’re so pathetic you know, have you ever done this before?”
“No,” he moaned, hands already gripping his bed sheets forcefully, “you’re right, I’m so pathetic.”
“Oh you like that? You like when I take control?”
“Yes.”
“You’re such a good boy,” you coo, picking up your pace, “taking my tits so well aren’t you?” His head rolled back, eyes closed but looking like he was looking at the ceiling. It was almost as enjoyable for you as it was for him. The textures and ridges of your cock not going unnoticed. He felt amazing, and your mouth began to salivate because if he felt that good in between your tits, he would feel 10 times better inside of you. Chan came back to life, head snapping back into motion as he looked down at you, so much innocence yet corruption filled his being. You moved away, hearing the sound of disappointment come from Chan’s lips as you stood up.
Lifting a hand, you pushed him by the chest, laying him flat before crawling on top of him. Still sitting up, you hovered over intertwining your fingers with his and you lined yourself up with his cock. A sudden pang of doubt creeped into your mind. Was this the right thing to do? Did you feel the need to do this to satisfy your own wants and needs? 
“Are you ready for this?”
He said nothing, only nodding because he knew that if he tried to speak, it would come out as a voice breaking murmur. Placing your hand on his shoulder, straightening your back, allowing yourself to sit on top of him. A small moan escaped your lips as your clit landed on his cock. That was fortunate. A hiss escaped him. Chan had been super patient until this point, it kind of made you feel guilty for making him wait. But another part of you kind of loved this almost sick power you had over him. He was so complicit, not doing anything and letting you take control. It felt rare, because most of your previous partners needed to have control.
“Do you mind if I do everything myself?”
His eyes never left yours, biting down on his bottom lip as he shook his head, eagerly waiting for you to get on with it. You lifted your hips once more, taking the hand that was intertwined and bringing it to the base of his length. A moan in unison, one of relief and gratification as he effortlessly slid into you. Chan was a decently hung man, but it didn’t matter anyways. You were already so wet and so turned on that fucking him would be a piece of cake.
“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes glued to your tits as the had a light bounce. You began to gently rock, not wanting to overwhelm him at a rapid rate. This was supposed to be relaxing for him, and it was, feeling his cock already twitching inside of you.
“You’re not going to cum are you?”
You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly against his. The electricity was great, moving with so much attention yet sensuality you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. A soft groan vibrated from his mouth the longer you kissed him. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you, keen to answer your question 
“No,” you whined, unsure what to do with his hands, “sorry I’m just so excited.”
“You’re excited?”
“Yes,” he replied looking back up at you, “I can lie and say I haven’t thought about this before?”
A mischievous gasp left your mouth at his words. The combination of him thinking about fucking you and actually fucking you was causing your body to heat up. The temperature in the room increased and the tension felt even thicker than before. You kept a slow pace at first, hands on his shoulders in your attempt to remain balanced. It truly was adorable at how into you he truly was in this moment.
“We can do this as many times as you want now baby,” you cooed, “this is only the beginning if you want it to be.”
You picked up speed a little not wanting to go too fast, but needing just enough friction and gratification to work towards your high. Chan was so immersed in you that his hands barely lingered across your hips. It had come to your attention that maybe he genuinely needed some assistance. It was clear that even though the agreement was that his stress relief was in the palm of your hands, it was important to him that for you, it was equally enjoyable.
“You know you can touch me,” you whispered, giving his palms a gentle nudge upwards. It didn’t take much, almost like his hands were in, or on, their most natural position; your tits. A gentle moan escaped your lips at the contrasting ice cold temperature of his fingertips lingering on your nipples. The long string of moans and gasps from Chan was becoming anything but adorable. Each noise he made aroused you even more. The gentle massage of his hands was delightful. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about this. Especially when you were frustrated, stressed, or having a dry spell, the physicality of Chan was always a lingering cognition. Always there to coax you through your sexual frustration. If anything, this became stress relief for the both of you. Chan because he was stressed out because he needed to pass the exam, and yourself because now you didn’t have to suppress the surplus of fantasies and desires that stayed awake in your mind.
“Mmm, how are you doing Chan?”
“So good,” he growled, “I don’t know if I can last much longer.”
A small giggle escaped your lips. Keeping your composure, but really you were grateful because you could feel the pit in the depth of your lower abdomen. Your orgasm was coming, and there was nothing you could do about it. Although you did all the work, his cock was hitting you in the exact spot you needed. The slapping of your ass against his groin was getting louder, and you rhythm faster yet a little erratic, the intensity of him starting to overwhelm you.
“Y/n, wait,” he paused, making you stop in your tracks, “I don’t want to cum in you.”
A pout puffed from your lips at his words.
“You don’t?”
“Well,” Chan gulped, “I would, but I didn’t think-”
Instead of letting him finish, your index finger was across his lips, completely shushing him.
“You shouldn’t assume things about me Mr. Bang.”
You picked your hips up again, leaning back on his knees he bucked your hips, rapidly feeling the strokes of Chan’s cock. You wanted him to cum, you wanted him to cum so badly. The way you were dying to see the face he made when he came, how he looked at you was your soul volition in this very moment. 
“Are you gonna cum?”
“Fuck, Y/n please,” he moaned, his loudest noise yet.
He nodded, jaw slack open as you rode him like your life depended on it. His cock was twitching at a rapid rate, hipe gently bucking into yours as he felt his high coming. 
“Would you like to cum in me?”
He nodded once more.
“Cum in me Chan, cum in me, come one baby, you can do it.”
 Chan mouthing ‘fuck’ one more time, before completely blowing his load inside of you. His jaw cracked, distressed gasp strangling his throat as he grabbed your hips, controlling your speed as you milked him dry, your orgasm waving over you simultaneously. 
“Oh my god,” you moaned, knowing Chan was guiding you through it, but at this point, you didn't even care. It felt too good to discipline him for not letting you do everything. You stood up, a sharp groan coming from you as you felt his seed drip out. 
“Fuck, what if-” 
“Don’t worry,” you interrupted once more, “I’m on the pill.”
A sigh of relief disappeared from his chest.
You lied down next to him, trying to catch your breath as he turned to look at you.
“How do you feel?”
“Y/n that was amazing?”
You chuckled at his admiration, turning to him and seeing the sweat condensate across his forehead. Wow, did you make him work up a sweat.
“Still stressed out?”
“Far from it.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, hope I wasn’t too overpowering or anything.”
“Absolutely not,” he scoffed, “it was really fucking hot actually.”
Fuck. You kissed him again, really enjoying the validation of your feminine power over him. It was a nice moment, that was until you heard a knock on the door. Fuck. The two of you were so immersed in what you were doing, that you completely forgot about the study session with the others.
“Shit, uh, just put your clothes on, I’ll stall them.”
You nodded, quickly redressing yourself and heading to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, looking at the mirror and shit, did you kinda look like a mess. A pang of embarrassment hit your chest. How on earth were you supposed to just hang out with your friends, and act like you didn’t just fuck one of them. Nevertheless, there was no time to think about it, fixing your hair as much as you could before opening the door, and returning to the lounge where the others smirked at you when you walked in.
“Hey guys,” you smiled, choosing to ignore them, “what’s going on?”
“What are you already doing here?”
The two of you gave each other a quick look, praying to the lords that you came up with the same explanation.
“Oh me? I only got here like 5 minutes before you guys.”
“Oh you did,” Felix chimed in, sarcastically placing a hand on his chin, like a detective, “and Chan, why do you look almost sweaty?”
“Uh me, well I just had a shower before you guys got here. Then Y/n knocked about 10 minutes later.”
You shrugged, nervously chuckling and just praying they were taking this.
“Fuck Y/n, please,” Changbin whined, mocking Chan. Your eyes grew wide.
“Yeah come on baby, cum in me cum in me,” Felix added, making everyone burst into laughter. Your face was as red as a bunch of tomatoes. They heard everything. Fuck, this was embarrassing.
“You guys don’t have to lie, you know. We saw this coming from a mile away.”
“You did?” The two of you asked in unison, making the rest of them laugh again.
“I mean yeah,” Felix shrugged, “I’m sure this is what all the ‘extra studying’ was for.”
“No dude,” Chan began to yell, even you giggling at him now getting defensive, “I do need help! I’m terrible at this!”
“Is he y/n?”
“Terrible at psych? A little,” you paused, sitting down next to Felix on Chan’s couch, “sex? Absolutely not.”
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eternally-smitten · 4 months
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Drabblecember 2023
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Hello hello self shippers! It's that time of year again for Drabblecember! My friend Mimi (@bioexorcizm) and I will be cohosting this wonderful event this year! This event will start on December 1! I made a prompt list for this event special (with the design help from my amazing friend @rainy-day-ships)!
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There is no pressure to follow this list in order or do it in full! If you'd rather do a different day's prompt, go for it! This list applies to art and writing! Please also feel free to tag me, Dex, or both in your creations! We would love to see them! Make sure to have fun creating! ♡
Text version of the list under read below! :)
Prosh!p/Comsh!p DNI
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Drabblecember Prompt List:
1. Cold weather
2. Baking together
3. Decorating
4. Learning traditions
5. Sharing stories
6. Wrapping gifts
7. Snowed in/Stuck inside
8. Sharing snacks
9. A walk outside
10. Sleeping in
11. Building a snowman
12. Snowball fight
13. Movie marathon
14. Stealing one's sweater
15. Being sick
16. Scrapbooking
17. Laundry fresh from the dryer
18. Winter date
19. Hot coffee/tea/coco
20. Listening to [holiday] music
21. A walk down memory land
22. Trying to stay up late
23. Stealing the other's sweater
24. Big get together
25. Swapping gifts
26. After a party
27. Making dinner together
28. Doing chores together
29. Shopping trip
30. Morning routine
31. Happy new year
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0fth34byss · 2 months
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Sex Isn't Love | Part 4
Noah Sebastian x female reader
Minors, please DNI
🔞⚠️: Lord of the Rings spoilers, angst, sexual frustration, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, masturbation, voyeurism, spitting, biting, kissing, praise kink, (slight) dom!Noah
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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“Hold on! I don't think I can be in a relationship with someone who thinks the Battle of Pelennor Fields is better than the Battle of Helm's Deep just because it's bigger!” You exclaimed, turning to Noah who was shovelling salted popcorn into his mouth.
“Yeah, but Pelennor had oliphaunts and Éowyn killed the Witch King - you know, your favourite movie girl power moment.” Noah attempted to retort.
“Okay, but Helm's Deep has so much cool shit that goes down,” you countered. “Legolas using the shield as a sledge, Haldir showing up like a boss with the Elven army, oh, and let's not forget when Gandalf and the Rohirrim ride in.”
Noah wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in so he could kiss the top of your head before affectionately mocking you, “My little nerd.”
A few weeks had passed since you'd started dating Noah ‘for real’ and in that time you'd been on every kind of date - from hikes and museum visits to cute coffee shop dates and fancy dinners. This afternoon though, you were having a Lord of the Rings movie marathon at your place after Noah realised you guys hadn't just hung out since you'd agreed to date him.
You let out an audible sigh and turned your attention back to the movie, allowing your hand to rest on top of Noah's thigh as you leaned into him. Sexual frustration was seeping out of your pores at this point, so you hoped that at least by halfway through Return of the King, Noah would be on the same page as you. Then your mind began to race with all of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’. What if he'd been sleeping with other people to tide himself over while you figured things out? Maybe he was just biding his time and once you had sex with him again, you'd slip back into a situationship?
It all became too much chatter in your head.
“Noah?”
“Yeah?” He replied, shifting slightly to face you.
“Please don't get mad when I ask this, but have you been sleeping with other people while we put sex on pause?”
He looked completely mortified to hear the question come out of your mouth. Tears stung your eyes as you began to regret opening your mouth.
“Wait, you really think I would do that?” He uttered, his voice shaking.
“Forget I said anything. I'm sorry, Noah. It's fine.”
“Clearly, it's not. Please talk to me. If we're going to make this work we need to communicate.” Noah pleaded.
“I just, I know that I haven't always been the only one you've been involved with since we met. So, umm, with us not having any sex over the last few weeks, I thought you'd maybe gone back to that to fill the void.” You choked out, unable to look at Noah.
Noah looked devastated. He sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. You began to think that maybe you'd just fucked things up by letting your insecurities be known.
“You've been the only one since that night you came over to my place, when I told you I'd had that big argument with Matt and Jolly in the studio, just to make sure I was going to be okay. I knew then you were, not to be a cliché but, different from the others, and from there I just felt this need to get to know you.” Noah explained. After a few minutes of silence, he continued, “Why would you think I'd been sleeping around?”
You burst into tears, remembering that night from months ago and feeling incredibly guilty that you had doubts.
“Every time I've asked if you want to sleep with me since we've been dating, you've straight up said no. I dunno, I guess I just thought you were getting it elsewhere.” You sobbed.
Noah pulled away from you and stood up, towering over you while you stayed seated, “You're un-fucking-believable! You're the one who wanted no sex until it was ‘real’, remember?”
“So, you don't think what we have is real?” You shouted, now also getting to your feet.
“That's not what I said.”
“I'm so confused, Noah. One minute you're calling me yours and telling people we're in a relationship now, the next you won't do more than kiss me!” You explained, struggling to not lose your temper.
You stood facing each other with fists clenched and chests heaving like you were about to start sparring. Neither wanted to make the next move.
Noah took a step forward so you were toe-to-toe and grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him.
“I need to do more than kiss you, believe me. I just don't want to risk losing you if you regret anything.” Noah breathed in your ear.
You wrapped your arms around him, your fingertips tracing up and his back as you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You buried your face into his chest before looking up at him. The bulge in his joggers twitched against your stomach as your eyes met his.
“I need to feel wanted by you.” You whispered.
“Is that what this has all been about? You don't think I want you?”
You shrugged your shoulders, breaking eye contact and mumbled, “I don't know if that's even what it is. Noah, I love you. I want to be with you in every sense but I just have this doubt in the back of my mind sometimes. Like, you won't be satisfied with just me.”
Noah dropped to his knees, placing his hands on the front of your thighs with his fingers edging under your shorts. You tried to suck in a deep breath as you broke down and sobbed. Noah attempted to soothe you but you were too overwhelmed. He placed gentle kisses across your stomach and wrapped his arms around the back of your legs while he let you get the tears out of your system.
When you couldn't cry anymore, you looked down at Noah and ran your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you with concerned eyes and gulped down hard.
“I love you too,” Noah said softly. “You have to believe me when I say you're the only one I want and need.”
“I'm so sorry about feeling like this,” you uttered.
“Hey, don't be sorry. Thank you for not bottling it up. How about we make up for some lost time?” He said with a wink.
“Okay, but you owe me a lot of orgasms!” You giggled.
Noah pulled your shorts and thong down to your ankles and helped you step out of them, never breaking eye contact. You nodded to give him consent to continue as his hands began to massage your inner thighs. He ran his thumb over your slick folds, delighting in how wet you already were despite him barely touching you. Without warning Noah slipped his index and middle fingers inside your pussy, curling them so he could apply pressure to your g-spot. You gasped at the feeling. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he simultaneously began making slow circular movements against your clit with his thumb. Throwing your head back, you pulled on his hair, groaning as you felt your body tense. He began pumping his long fingers in and out as you tightly clenched around him. Your entire body shuddered as Noah continued to finger-fuck you through your first orgasm in weeks.
Noah withdrew his fingers and got to his feet as he licked them clean. You took off your t-shirt so you were now completely naked. You ached for Noah's touch as you asked him to take off his clothes too so you could see all of him. He obliged without question, eager to please you, as you admired his already hard cock.
He took you by the hand and led you back to the couch before throwing you down on it. Noah grabbed your legs and moved you so you were lying on your back with your legs spread, with one hooked over the back of the couch and the other positioned so your foot was on the floor. He licked his lips as he stood on the other side of the armrest and looked down at your wet, exposed pussy. You moved your hand down in between your legs until your fingertips found your clit. You bit your lip as you looked at Noah watching you intently. You were still feeling sensitive from Noah fingering you so, it didn't take much until you started getting yourself off.
“Touch yourself too, Noah. I wanna see you touch yourself,” you pleaded.
Noah spat in his hand and coated his cock with saliva before he started slowly working himself. You smiled as you began bucking your hips as your stomach and legs began to stiffen. You moaned loudly and called out for Noah as you applied more pressure and sped up your fingers to draw out an orgasm. He let go of his cock and gripped the armrest fighting the urge to cum.
“Good girl. Come on, let me see you cum,” Noah encouraged you.
Hearing him call you a ‘good girl’ was enough to drive you over the edge as you shrieked when pleasure ran through your body.
You lay there breathless for a few moments then Noah scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bedroom. He set you down on the bed and made sure you were okay to continue.
“Please, Noah. Keep going,” you whimpered.
“Hmm, such a pretty, good girl. Move up the bed and spread your legs for me,” Noah growled at you.
You felt so sensitive but you still needed more. It was like Noah could tell you needed this to be drawn out. He crawled in between your legs, leaving soft kisses and bites on your thighs. You bucked your hips towards his face, craving his tongue. Noah dove in head first, lapping at your arousal. He was consuming you like you were a last meal and he was on death row. Your breathing became rapid as he focused his attention on your swollen clit. He teased with short licks in quick successions first, then began to suck.
“Noah. Please. Stop. I need a second!” You called out tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.
Noah whipped his head up, a concerned look on his face. The excitement building between your legs had become too much too quickly and your brain started to short-circuit.
Regaining composure, you begged Noah to continue. He placed one of his arms over your hips to still them as he went back to work on pleasing your clit. He used his free hand to push your leg out wider. His tongue moved with ease against you in a consistent rhythm. A high-pitched moan escaped you lips as you held onto Noah's hair in an attempt to pull him tightly against your. Soon you were in raptures as your legs began to shake and you called out for Noah.
Before you'd even finish coming down from your climax-high, Noah crawled on top of you. Your arousal mixed with his saliva was dripping from his chin. He looked so good covered in you. You leant up as much as you could and licked his chin and mouth clean before pulling him in for a desperate kiss.
“Cum inside of me,” you breathed, breaking away from him.
“Anything for you, baby. Are you okay with me being on top? I want to feel you under me.”
You nodded and moved one of your hands to his cock to guide him to your entrance. You felt his tip begin to stretch you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Noah grabbed both of your wrists and pushed them into the mattress above your head as he filled you inch by inch. You were so full of his cock, you felt euphoric.
“Keep your hands there. Good girl,” Noah groaned then kissed your neck desperately.
You clenched tightly around him, begging him to start moving. With his hands no longer restraining you, Noah focused on your breasts. He began kneading them tenderly, occasionally flicking your nipples with his thumbs. Once he had you squirming beneath him, he supported his weight on his elbows and began rutting into you. Noah didn't hold back. Each time he slammed into you, you felt a shockwave run through your body.
“I need you to cum soon. I can't hold it in much longer,” Noah grunted as he pushed as deep into you as possible.
You literally couldn't speak. Your eyes rolled back as you clawed at the sheets. Noah kept his pace steady and consistent as he felt your stomach tensing. Just as you started to feel overstimulated again, you lost control as your entire body shuddered.
“NOAH!” You wailed as another orgasm ripped through you.
Noah continued fucking hard and fast as he grew closer to his own orgasm. Your exhausted body revelled in the feeling of Noah seeking his own release. His movements became more urgent until he pushed himself deep into your pussy and stilled his hips as your felt the warmth of his load.
You were both panting as he pulled out and rolled off you.
“That was… yeah,” you chuckled.
Noah turned over so he was facing you, his hand resting on your stomach.
“Sex with you as my girlfriend is so much better,” Noah uttered then leant over to kiss your temple.
“So I'm officially your girlfriend now?” You teased, shooting him a wink.
“And I'm your boyfriend,” Noah replied, beaming.
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clerc16 · 3 months
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hi :) hope you're doing well! could i please request a little smau or one shot where the reader is a singer or a musician and charles and her fall in love, maybe? and could the face claim be a brunette? (short hair if possible). it could be madison beer or whatever is the most comfy to you. thank you so so much and i hope you're having a nice time! take care <3!
hey lover ; charles leclerc
a/n: this was super fun to make! hope you enjoy <3
summary: what’s better than a couple who both have a love for music?
warnings: none
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yn_ln summer’s over, back to work
charles_leclerc 😍😍😍
↳ user5 a man of many words
user1 I’M SAT
arianagrande finally
francisca.cgomes make sure to make time for the paddock pls
↳ yn_ln charles who, i only go to the paddock for you
↳ charles_leclerc hello i can see this
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charles_leclerc last video game marathon of the summer
yn_ln i won btw
↳ charles_leclerc no?
↳ yn_ln yeah???
user9 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
user5 me and whooooo
user3 charles is such a menace look at his face
↳ yn_ln i can confirm he was very annoying when he won
↳ charles_leclerc chérie 😔
↳ yn_ln sorry!
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yn_ln studio nights
charles_leclerc an exciting experience
↳ yn_ln :)
pierregasly absolutely hilarious
↳ yn_ln stop being MEAN
↳ francisca.cgomes yeah pierre!!!
user4 wait ... ?
user8 THEY’RE BOTH AT THE STUDIO TOGETHER ...
↳ user3 yeah but charles visits her studio loads
scuderia_ferrari 🎶
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charles_leclerc something is brewing 🧑‍🍳
yn_ln indeed!
f1 musician era?
user1 OHMYGOD
user8 bro they’re both at the studio together and charles just posted this, WHAT DO THEY WANT TO TELL US??????
user4 what the fuck SPEAK UP??
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↳ user4 CALLED IT BYE
↳ user8 oh???? I AM SAT.
↳ user11 holy shit
↳ user3 this song is about to break the internet
↳ yn_ln oh best believe it will, user3
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the-au-thor · 2 months
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Bestfriend Blurb #6 | Spencer Reid
Yep, as I always say: if you ask, you'll receive. You asked for them to figure it out. You asked them to finally say it out loud. Here we go! Hope you like it. If you have anything to say, just say it please. And remember this is not my first language and I tried to translate this the best I could. Also I love you, thanks for your love
Remember this is one of a series of blurbs you could read in the links down below:
#1- When he preferred your smile
#2- When he proved he knows you well
#3 - When he wanted you to choose him
#4- When you wanted to make him smile
#5- When you he loved you and you loved him back
Summary: Spencer and reader are bestfriends that love each other, just they haven't done anything about it. Let's see how they'll figure all out.
Words: 1.5k
Warnins: none
You saw Spencer leaving Hotchner's office, appearing to have a serious conversation, but Hotchner had a half-smile and seemed content with whatever they discussed. You hid behind your laptop as your boss briefly glanced in your direction. Spencer started descending the stairs, and you sank further into your seat, but you still felt his gaze on you. You listened to his footsteps leaving the room, then straightened up to make sure he was really gone.
Your heart paused from the marathon it started this morning when you saw him enter the office after you left a note in your apartment explaining "you had to do something (absolutely nothing) before arriving at Quantico". You let out a deep sigh of relief, deciding you could finally focus on the paperwork from the previous case.
"What are you doing exactly?" Emily's voice interrupted you from her desk.
You moved your gaze from the glass door to look at her, as if she had caught you doing something mischievous. "Me?"
Emily dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back, studying you slowly.
"No, my nemesis who has risen from the dead, Doyle," she replied sarcastically, then leaned against her desk and whispered, "Why are we hiding from Reid?"
You furrowed your brow and leaned back in your chair, letting out a nasal laugh. "I'm not hiding from Spencer..."
"You are. You know it. I know it; J.J, Rossi, and Derek know it."
Derek turned a page of his report and nodded without taking his eyes off the file. "Oh yeah."
"Yup," David agreed from his seat.
You looked at J.J on the adjacent desk, and she shrugged while munching on an Oreo, nodding her head slightly. You turned back to Emily, who wore one of her know-it-all smiles and shrugged.
"García doesn't say yes only because she's not here," she added, and then her expression shifted to a slightly more concerned one. "What happened? I thought Reid's surprise would cheer you up.
"You looked at them in surprise. "Wait, did he tell you?"
"No," Prentiss chuckled.
"We are profilers," Rossi glanced at you from the corner of his eye, sipping from his coffee cup with a small satisfied smile. "We know things."
You gave him a annoyed look and sulked in your chair.
"The surprise was good, thanks for asking."
"I didn't ask; I affirmed. I know whatever the boy genius orchestrated made you very happy, which brings me to ask, why aren't you happy?" Emily inquired with curiosity.
"Well, what is this? One of your tenacious and terrifying interrogation room talks?" you asked everyone, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Derek finally stopped looking at his work to pay attention to you with a sigh.
"Sugar it is very simple, either you tell us what's going on, or we profile you."
You rolled your eyes, knowing they would somehow figure out what was happening with you. On one hand, you were tempted to let them profile you; perhaps they could unravel the mess inside you that you couldn't even identify.
"Don't you think it's weird?" you asked, but none of them seemed to understand what you were talking about. "This, his surprises, don't you find it strange?"
David pressed his lips together but remained silent. J.J then let out a surprised laugh.
"What do you mean? It's... Spencer we're talking about. The Spencer who took you to a Peter Gabriel concert because he knew you were dying to hear 'Solsbury Hill' live, even though he hates crowds," she reminded you.
"The one who didn't reveal certain details in cases so that you could provide them and not feel less in your first months at the BAU," Derek recalled with a half-smile.
"He didn't do that..."
"No, of course not," Prentiss laughed. "Because he also doesn't let you win at chess" she added ironically.
"Hey, I've become very good at chess"
"Not better than Spencer," Derek clarified with a sing-song tone.
You gave him a displeased look.
"Thanks, huh?"
"It's just the truth," Emily genuinely chuckled at your stubbornness. "The point is, Spencer does these thoughtful things for you. It would be strange if he didn't do anything to congratulate you on your exhibition; something we all know meant a great challenge for you."
They all nodded in silent agreement with Emily. Without words, you had no choice but to stop arguing with them. If such behavior was normal for Spencer, did that mean you were perhaps reading too much into it, and your love for him was truly one-sided? Could it be that all this time, Spencer had just been himself and hadn't shown any interest in more than a platonic friendship with you? Since yesterday, you had acted like a coward because you had discovered you loved him, and there was a possibility he felt the same way. After all, who gives up a date just to spend an afternoon locked in with their best friend watching Doctor Who reruns that they could watch any other time? You panicked; he was your best friend, and even though you promised that if something happened, it wouldn't affect the friendship, you knew it was inevitable. Besides, he was also your colleague, and that kind of fraternization within the FBI was practically impossible. There would be tough decisions, inquiries, interrogations, and a probationary period to prove that the relationship wouldn't affect your performance in the field. But what scared you even more was that you could just lose him. Because you loved him so much; you loved how he closed up whenever strong emotions came into him, and you loved stripping away each of his layers until he let you in. You loved listening to him chatter endlessly about something he was passionate about or thought you might find interesting. You loved that he knew so many languages but sometimes struggled to understand the slang of his own mother tongue. You loved his pure heart and always innocent intentions. You loved seeing him with his peculiar weapon and how, in every case, he wished he didn't have to use it. You didn't want to stop loving him just because you couldn't give him what he needed.
"Hey, we didn't say Spencer does that with everyone," J.J, who seemed to read your intrusive thoughts perfectly, saved you from drowning in them, bringing you back to the surface. "He's like that with you," she added firmly, as if wanting to make it clear.
You tried to breathe but found it difficult. It was as if the air had suddenly become dense. You were about to hyperventilate when Hotchner came out of his office at the same time Spencer entered again, looking relieved. Hotch looked at you and then at Spencer, nodding with a solemn gaze before addressing everyone.
"I must announce a new decision that the bureau established starting this morning; Reid will begin to reduce his fieldwork hours to teach university classes."
You furrowed your brow, and your gaze inevitably turned to Spencer, whose eyes were on you as if expecting some kind of reaction. It would come, for sure.
"What?" you asked. "Why?"
The guys turned to Hotchner, awaiting an answer just like you.
"By Spencer's own request" Hotch frowned, somewhat confused, surprising everyone and making everything suddenly move around you.
Thoughts began to bombard you like a meteor shower. Spencer knew; he had found out what you felt for him and was starting to distance himself so as not to hurt you because Spencer was like that. He was considerate even when breaking your heart. Obviously, he would discover your feelings; he was an eminent profiler and knew you like the back of his hand.
"Hey..." you heard your name on Spencer's lips because he had identified the panic on your face and the distress in your eyes.
You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears and compose yourself as best as you could. With false calmness, you placed your hands on the table and then verbalized a decision that seemed to be the most reasonable thing to say.
"I resign."
A sepulchral silence invaded the room, and if you hadn't been so focused on keeping a decent image for a little longer, you might have heard the surprised squeal that came from Derek's throat. Without taking your eyes off Hotchner, you stood up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom because you weren't sure if you could maintain a decent appearance for much longer.
You held on until you crossed the door to start running towards the elevator and try to escape from something that was encapsulated in your head, dulling it, and trying to push the tears out of you. You pressed the elevator button that would take you away from Spencer when you saw his hand preventing doors from closing. You saw his face on the other side of the elevator, and you stayed inside, looking at his stern face and inquisitive gaze; he was searching for some kind of answer in your own face. He would have it, for sure.
"What was that?" He asked
Your lips trembled with nervousness, and then you decided to be completely honest.
"You don't have to leave; I'm leaving. This has been your job since before I arrived, and you shouldn't have to do this for me..."
He frowned almost offended. "What are you talking about?" he asked, taking a step forward and stopping the elevator pressing a button. "What's going on with you? You ignore me the entire weekend, and suddenly you decide to resign to take care of my feelings? How considerate!"
This time, you furrowed your brow. "Ignore you?"
"I'm not an idiot," he accused, making a small accusatory gesture with his hand. "You made your gratitude waffles and left them on the table with a note?"
"I had to go for a run; I wasn't performing as I should in the field, and..." you started to explain but he interrupted you.
"Lies," he lamented. "Lies! You hate sports as much as you hate mornings," he recalled. "And you did the same thing today," he cornered you with his words. "How am I supposed to think you don't want me to leave when you've only been pushing me away?"
That question completely disarmed you; you had left no choice but to opt for silence. You saw him press his lips with determination.
"What do you want?"
Flustered, you gasped, unable to give a neutral answer that would protect you from a broken heart.
"I don't want you to leave."
That genuine response seemed to calm him. His face and shoulders relaxed until the furrowed brow became history, and there was only a hint of weariness in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving, and you don't have to resign," he clarified. "It was a decision I made in conjunction with human resources."
You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Why would you involve yourself with human resources?" you asked.
Spencer took the time to answer, silently studying you.
"Because I have to prove that I can do my job even when there are feelings involved and assure them that you can do the same thing."
A tingling sensation began to coat the walls of your stomach, and damn if you didn't already know what Spencer was insinuating, but you had to ask him.
"Your feelings have never stopped you from doing your job. Why would the bureau be concerned now...?"
Spencer let out a laugh and briefly looked away from you.
"It's different now because I fell in love with you," he admitted so honestly, so directly, so bravely, and without a hint of fear that the shame for your own fears silenced you. There was something effervescent inside you that numbed your tongue and destabilized any reasoning. Spencer took a step toward you, somewhat hesitant, but he didn't let his shyness stop him. He cradled your face with one of his hands, and his eyes studied your expression. He seemed excited. "And my dear, you fell in love with me," he murmured the last part, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes to caress your cheek with the soft pad of his fingers. "And I knew you would have fears; I knew your mind would play tricks on you. I knew it in the gallery; that I had to make sure that not a single one of your fears would come true."
You could live a thousand different lives and never do anything remotely worthy of deserving someone like Spencer.
"Spence..." you cried distressed, returning the gesture and cradling his face.
Because while you chose to isolate yourself and heal wounds you didn't yet have, Spencer was trying to eliminate anything that could cause you those wounds in the first place.
"Hey," he tried to calm you while continuing to caress your skin in circular motions. "That's why I talked to Hotchner this morning. That's why I talked to human resources. That's why I'm going to reduce my hours in the field. Because by taking a step back, I'll be closer to you," he admitted as your tears fell down your cheeks and he wiped them away one by one, brushing his nose against yours. "I want this, do you want it?"
You nodded, but you knew it wouldn't be enough; you had to say it out loud.
"I love you too, Spencer. And I'm scared that everything will change" you confessed with a trembling voice.
You felt his soothing smile just millimeters from your lips.
"It will be better," he said before pressing his lips against yours.
You let out a little squeal when the tip of your tongue brushed the smooth surface of his lips. Your back pressed against the cold wall of the elevator, and his chest collided with you as his other hand tenderly caressed your hair.
Nothing in a million years could have prepared you for what a single gesture from Spencer was making you feel. While his lips moved over yours with controlled emotion, and you stretched because you had been so far from him for so long that you needed to be as close as possible now. And for the first time, you didn't need your camera to capture the moment because you knew there was nothing in the world that could make you forget this first kiss.
Spencer watched you as you reluctantly pulled away. He had to maintain control; he could stick to you as much as he wanted at home later. For now, there was a mess to repair in the office with Hotchner; so he took your hand, and waited for the elevator to descend and the doors to open. He didn't expect to face the expectant gazes of your colleagues waiting for both of you outside the elevator. Hotchner had his arms crossed, and Penelope, who apparently had been informed by her not-so-discreet friends, observed your intertwined hands and opened her mouth in surprise.
"Is it done?" she shouted. "And did you wait until I wasn't in the room for everything to happen? Lunatics, I love you, but you are a pain in my elegant ass. I hope you're happy; I bet on this months ago, and frankly, I expected a faster move from you. Now I'll have to give my money to Emily and..."
Hotchner interrupted her to look directly into your eyes.
"I'll ignore your resignation from a few minutes ago, and honestly, I hope something like that doesn't happen again. I didn't bet money, but I did bet on you with the bureau; I vouched for your professionalism, and I know I won't be wrong. But don't make me doubt."
You felt Spencer's fingers give you a calm squeeze, ensuring that you wouldn't hyperventilate again in front of your unit chief because it wouldn't look good.
"Of course, sir. It won't happen again."
For a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Hotch remained serious, and then out of nowhere, he broke into a cheerful smile.
"That's what I wanted to hear. I'm very happy for you guys."
That brought your soul back into your body, and it was the green light your colleagues needed to let out a cheer and congratulate you.
Penelope jumped at you, and Derek at Spencer, while receiving your friend's hug, Spencer watched you, with that look of appreciation that had been directed at you all the time, and then you smiled at him. You gave him that smile that Spencer was willing to choose over anything every day for the rest of his life.
And things changed a bit. But not as your fears predicted. It turns out that now Mondays were Doctor Who Mondays too; the popcorn actually tasted better, and as you nestled between Spencer's legs and he cradled you in his arms that evening upon arriving at your apartment, your home, you knew it wasn't because of the butter, nope. It was because Spencer Walter Reid had chosen you, and you had chosen him.
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Tokyo Revengers Imagines [ part 1- fluff ]
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pairing: ken ryuguji (draken) x fem.reader
content: high school friends -> sweethearts. daily sweet moments between draken and you.
genre: tokyo revengers au, timskip! high school, fluff, angst, mature 18+
word count: 1.3k
author's note: i've been on a tokyo revengers marathon... ken ryuguji is written as a eighteen year old here.
*multi-part series*
pt.1 (F) ; pt.2 (F) ; pt.3 (F) ; pt.4 (F) ; pt.5 (M) ; pt.6 (M) ;
“I told you to stay away and look what you did.” Draken scolded you as he kneeled down beside you, ripping off a piece of his shirt and tying it around your bleeding wound.
He had warned you to stay away from a gang fight happening between Toman and a rival gang- but you didn’t listen for whatever reason. Draken was fuming, although trying to keep his anger down because you were hurt. Does no one listen to his warnings anymore?
“You’re just like Mikey ya know.”
You let out a puff of frustration at his retort, "I know you're strong and can handle these kinds of things, but it hurts me to see you get banged and bruised up sometimes... I'm strong too... I can fight (just enough). Let me protect you as well..."
Draken sighed softly at your words, although still not letting his guard down.
“I know, I know- I appreciate that you care so much about me…”“I know you can fight but please, just… don’t do anything reckless okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt like this again.” Draken’s tone was a bit softer now as he took his time tying up the bandage on your wound.
Although he tries to sound like everything is okay, and you should worry, however you knew what goes down in Toman. "This won't be the last time... because you're also reckless. Especially when your with Mikey."
Draken felt his cheeks heat up a bit, although quickly cooling himself off. He was blushing because you were right- he was indeed reckless as well, especially when he hangs around Mikey. He couldn’t deny it.
“Yes, I know. Mikey’s a bad influence on me so… what do you expect?”
You raised a brow as you disagree what he said, Mhm... I don't think Mikey is a bad influence... You both are level headed and do things for the good of Toman... I guess it's the other gangs who challenge you guys, and it gets into your egos, but then again I do understand it happens to grow Toman... Sometimes it doesn't have to be that way, the smaller the better. Strong Toman members who are loyal, strong, and faithful."
Draken was surprised by your words. Mikey was a terrible influence on him yet you thought otherwise. Draken wasn’t going to argue with you or try to change your opinion because he knew Mikey was the main influence on who he had become over all these years.
“Hm… you’re right in that. A smaller yet strong group is better than a larger but weaker one… thank you for reminding me of that.” Draken smiled softly at you, happy that you reminded him what was truly important after all these years spent protecting Toman.
You softly smiled, "ah your welcome~ I've seen you both grow and I'm always here for anything~"
Draken spoke kindly before he chuckled, "You're such a good friend, y'know that?" He looked back down at your wound to make sure the bandage was tied tightly. He stood up and took a seat next to you, patting you on the head before he said anything else. "Now, do you think we can both go home for now? You should rest at least."
Spacing out as if you been sucked into a void as you watch him finish up you bandage. Thinking of giving him a kiss on the cheek to thank him for bandaging your wound, however Draken calling you a "friend", was reminder that was all you'll ever be. You silently muttered to yourself "Ah right... friend..." Snapping back to reality a few seconds before he mentioned heading home, you both head off.
Draken watched as your eyes lingered on him for longer than usual. He thought nothing of it, but a small part of him wondered why your attention was on him. He thought he heard something in your tone, but that may have just been him overthinking things once again and being overly cautious. Nonetheless, he stood up and offered you his hand. “Then let’s go home to rest.”
you limped on the way home as draken walked beside you. Draken looked over at your legs, noticing your limping for the first time. He looked concerned, letting go of your hand and going in front of you a little to match you speed. "Do you need help walking?" He asked. The stubborn person you are you denied his help, continuing to limp even though it hurts.
Draken knowing how of hassle you can be at times, his tone became firm which caused him to stop walking. "No, clearly you're not fine. Listen to me, I'm just gonna carrying you back home. No discussion." He gets in front and lowers himself so I can be carried on his back. With no arguments you hovered over yourself onto his back, "Okay... don't you dare fall off though."
Draken chuckled before lifting you up and carrying you. He walked at a steady pace, slowing down and making sure not to run since he didn’t want you to get hurt in any way. Draken had a warm look on his face as he made his way back with you in his arms.
Wrapping your arms comfortably around his neck as he carried you. You nuzzled a little and blush at his kind gesture, "I doubt I'll fall... Your always there to catch me~"
Draken’s blush grew more and more apparent, knowing fully well how you had just nuzzled into him. It made him happy that you felt safe and comfortable around him, but it also made his cheeks burn even more. Draken had only one goal in mind, which was to get you home safely so that you can rest and get better.
Shifting your head to stare the the night sky as you are both under the moonlight, breathing in the crips cool air, "ahh~ the night is peaceful~" Draken nodded in agreement, loving how peaceful the atmosphere became once it got later in the night. The full moon illuminated the sky and the light breeze felt refreshing against his skin. Draken took in the sights surrounding them and enjoyed the tranquility in its pure form, which would be hard to find during the day.
Moving me head towards the side view of his face and stared a little, admiring the nice soft moment, "Draken-kun?~"
Draken replied, "Yes?" looking over at you as you shifted your head up towards his face. He could almost swear that there was something on your mind, since your eyes were slightly fixated on his own. His blush would grow even more if possible now that you got closer to him. Draken’s words were still soft and kind, the same way they have always been to you.
For some reason you had the feeling in wanting to ask if he was interested in anyone, but you didn't want to ruin the moment, then having to deal with the awkward silence you back down. "Never mind..." You smiled, playing it cool as you tried to enjoy the rest of the night walked back home, placing you head nuzzling against his neck.
Draken’s heart was racing, not knowing if he should admit that he liked you or not. As you nuzzled your head against his neck, he got more and more flustered by the second. Despite everything, Draken couldn’t bring himself to say what’s on his mind. So, even though he wanted to admit his feelings for you, he stayed silent.
Arriving home and drops you off, "thank you for taking me home~ please get home safe, yeah?" Draken placed you down on the ground inside your home, smiling softly as his eyes met yours. Even with the moonlight illuminating everything, Draken was able to see your face clearly which made his heart ache. He wanted to say so much to you at that very moment, but Draken couldn’t bring himself to do any of it.
"Yeah, anytime~ I'll get home safely... You should rest, okay? See you later..."
Draken smiled and waved goodbye to you before he stepped out and made his way back home. He was trying to process what had just happened as he made his way back, his heart beating rapidly as he let his thoughts consume him by themselves.
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