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big dad vibes.

dad!ln x fem!reader

in which lando becomes a dad, and a series of moments that follow

back with more brainrot! this time it’s for dad!lando bc the baby fever is fevering and lando just had to go and talk about having kids on that podcast. my first time using social media elements as well so i hope you enjoy! ALSO! huge thank you for 3k, love you all and i cannot thank you enough for your support! 💘

warnings: minors pls dni with my work! mentions of pregnancy, children, minor angst, super duper fluff, suggestive jokes here and there, dilf!lando

1. the birth

lando’s legs couldn’t have carried him any faster than they already were. the hospital rooms disappeared past in a flash, his eyes scanning the hallways for one door. everything he’d ever wanted waited for him on the other side of that one door.

it was typical, really, that the one time he’d left your side since the season ended, you went into labour. he’d begdrudgingly listened when you told him to go to his meeting, despite the feeling in his gut that told him not to. lando knew, now, that his instincts were right.

the second he’d seen your face flash up on his phone, he was out of the conference room. you wouldn’t have called him unless it was an emergency. everything seemed to be moving in slow motion when he put the phone down, but then he was sprinting, through the double doors before him, past the line of cars, and out towards his car, speeding away from the MTC. the traffic fine he knew he was in for was worth it.

your words rang in his ears.

“lando… it’s time.” you’d breathed down the phone, accompanied by a shaky laugh.

and now he was looking at the door. it opened, slowly, and there you were, draped in a hospital gown, tired eyes bloodshot and soft. you were smiling, crying, and he fell to his knees before you.

“someone wants to meet you.” you cooed, and then he was crying too.

lando squeezed your knee, trying to pull himself together but it was futile. the most precious ray of light stirred in your arms, how would he ever be able to stop crying? you’d created that, you and him, and now she was here.

“can i…?” lando stood from where he was worshipping you, hoodie sleeve mopping up his tears.

“take all that off.” you replied.

“trying to get me naked already? i thought it would be at least six weeks-“ he teased.

“no, you sod. skin on skin contact.” you groaned, grinning helplessly at the man that had made you a mother.

he laughed along with you quietly, stripping the layers and sitting beside you on the hospital bed. you searched his excited eyes, melting as you placed your little girl in his awaiting arms.

and then he was falling in love.

the winter sunlight streamed through the window, a soft glow encapsulating your little family. lando sat next to you in dead silence, counting ten little fingers, ten little toes, memorising the dimpled curve of two lips, the crease between two softly shut eyes. his heart was bursting in a way it never had before, a new lease of life breathed into his body that fulfilled him more than anything ever had.

“are you okay, baby? i’m so sorry i wasn’t here.” lando mumbled, kissing your shoulder. he looked up at you, scanning your tired face, knowing that you’d never looked so beautiful. you cupped his cheek, pressing your forehead against his.

“the pain was worth it.” you quirked your lips, tilting your head so that you could kiss him. you felt his fresh tears wetting your cheeks, and you smiled into the kiss.

“i got here as quick as i could, i’m so sorry i wasn’t here to hold your hand.” lando was heartbroken to have missed the birth of his first child, guilty even, but you wouldn’t let that feeling linger.

“i’m just happy that you’re here now, i promise. we’ve gotta name this little love.” you pecked his lips again, cuddling into his side.

you’d been backwards and forwards on names for months, never landing on anything that seemed to fit. you’d read countless lists of names, brainstormed names of people you loved, but you just couldn’t agree.

“can we talk about it later? just wanna look at her for a bit longer. like, forever.” lando mumbled, and as if she recognised her daddy’s voice, your baby’s grey blue eyes fluttered open.

“oh.” he gasped.

you watched in pure adoration as they stared at each other, neither of them willing to look away first. a bond was forming before your eyes, and you felt like the earth was moving under your feet.

lando knew, staring into big blue eyes, that nothing would ever be the same again.

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2. the race

“lando, you cannot take her into the bloody media pen!” you scolded, ignoring the bark of a laugh he let out in response.

you were midway through changing matilda’s nappy, dressing her in the tiny mclaren t-shirt that the team had gifted you when you welcomed her to the world.

she was nearly six months old now, with the cutest smile and a laugh that could bring an entire room to tears. you were at your home in monaco, preparing to descend down the hills towards the marina where the race would be. this would be her first race weekend, and lando couldn’t have been more excited for her to make her debut at the track.

he also couldn’t have been more nervous.

the idea of putting your baby into such a hectic environment made lando sweat, which was why you’d left it until monaco, so that you had a home base to sneak away to if it all got too much.

“are you nearly ready to go, baby?” lando came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he was peering over your shoulder, gazing at the giggling baby on her changing mat. “and what about you, matty? you ready to watch daddy drive?”

“i’m sure you’ll have her undivided attention.” you joked, turning your head to kiss his jaw. “can you put her in the car?”

lando scooped up his daughter, placing her gently into the baby carrier. you grabbed the changing bag and followed him out of the apartment, smiling hard at the quiet nursery rhyme he was singing. you locked up and trailed behind the duo, watching intently as he secured matilda’s car seat.

“see something you like?”lando called behind him, shaking his ass at you cheekily.

“you know i do, that’s how i got pregnant.” you stuck your tongue out at him.

the entire weekend was hectic, lando having the time of his life. he’d put his mclaren on the front row, the race flying by where he claimed second place and a rightful spot of the podium. you’d kissed him hard, matilda’s grabby hands tugging at his curls when he’d dipped down to press his lips to yours. he smirked, scheming something, and then he took the infant from under your arm, whisking her over to his interview.

“lando norris, what a race that was for you!” jenson button bellowed into the mic. “and it looks like you’ve been busy off track, too! who’s this little one?”

“the one and only matilda norris.” lando replied, pearly whites on display. he’d never looked happier, and you could feel your eyes welling with tears. lando grabbed her little hand softly, making her wave at the camera. “proud of daddy, matty?” he cooed, and you were a wreck.

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3. that time matilda crawled

“babe!” lando’s voice echoed through the house, up into your bedroom. you were fresh out of the shower, wringing your hair dry with a towel, nearly jumping out of your skin when he called.

“what is it, honey?” you shouted back, grabbing your (his) robe from the back of the door.

“you gotta come see this.” he sounded giddy and you bounded down the stairs, speeding into the living room.

“what’s going on?” you asked him, watching him practically jumping up and down with excitement.

“matty crawled.” lando beamed.

your eyes flitted to your daughter, sat quite casually on her play-mat.

“uh…” you said slowly. you wanted to believe him, but the evidence was not lining up. she was getting closer each day, but still seemed to be a tad far off of going the full stretch.

“she did! i swear!” he turned his attention back to matilda, dropping to the floor beside her. “c’mon matty, show mummy! i know you can do it, sweetie.” lando cooed.

“can i finish getting ready?”

“baby, she’s gonna do it again and you’re gonna miss it!”

“okay, just shout if she starts spitting bars.” you teased, turning to leave.

lando was pouting, but as if she sensed her fathers frustration, matilda had a point to prove. she pushed herself up from her tummy, fighting her way towards you.

“oh, my love.” you cooed, hand splayed over your mouth. she was growing up way too fast, but that was eclipsed by the pride bubbling hot in your chest.

“see?” lando pulled you into his side, gleeful. you moulded into him, lip quivering as you watched her wriggle around. “oh, baby, don’t cry.” he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“happy tears, i promise.”

“she’s so clever, just like her mama.”

5. the backlash

the clips circulating online made you feel ill.

lando had just done another podcast, and the topic of his family had come up. they’d set the trap, and he’d fallen right into it, pressuring him about how he approached racing and being a father. he’d tried, bless him, but the way they’d cut the interview made it look like little matty played second fiddle to daddy’s racing car.

you’d been in the studio while your baby slept peacefully beside you, you knew exactly what he’d said, and now the tweets circulating about your boyfriend made you want to scream.

you were no stranger to the occasional landogate, but he’d gotten a lot better over the years. lando didn’t care much for the way the media twisted his words anymore, but when it came to his family, his flesh and blood, he quite simply couldn’t take it.

lando hadn’t come out of his gaming room all day. you’d let him marinate for a few hours, but you hadn’t seen him in too long, and you were starting to panic. matty kept spitting out little strings of words, dadadada spluttering out her little mouth. she wanted him, and you needed him, so you swept her up in your arms and carried her up the stairs.

you tapped on the door, pushing it open before you got a response. he was slumped in his gaming chair, hood up, spinning around aimlessly. he looked so deflated, staring at nothing, manufactured guilt eating him up.

“hey, honey. matty wants her daddy.” you called softly, wading into the room. lando sighed, but took her out of your arms immediately.

“better take what i can get, before she realises what a terrible father i am.” he mumbled sarcastically.

“hey, no. don’t do that, lando. don’t fall into this mindset. you and i both know that you’re a fucking amazing father.” you wagged your finger at him as you spoke. he just slumped further into his seat, letting matty pull at the drawstrings of his hoodie.

“maybe they’re right, though. i was always so scared of this part. what if she grows up and is ashamed of me?” he whispered, eyes honing in on his daughter.

“oh, baby.” it physically hurt you to see him so down on himself. you were ready to burn twitter to the fucking ground. “you’re the best father i could have wished for. she’s literally a little lando! god, honey, she loves you so much. and of course she would - you’re her whole world.”

“when she won’t sleep with me, ten seconds in your arms, and she conked out. when she’s bored, she only wants her dad. don’t even get me started on that annoying stubborn streak she’s showing. lando, she could never be ashamed of you. she is you.” you continued.

lando sighed shakily, pressing a kiss to matty’s forehead before placing her carefully on the ground. some of her toys were scattered there, so she made a beeline for her orange teddy, without a care in the world for you and lando. he spread his arms for you, ushering you in and you sat on his lap, cuddling into him.

“i love you, baby. you don’t know how thankful i am that you gave me this life.” he said into your chest, kissing right over your heart.

you knew everything would be okay, anyone with eyes could see how much he adored his little girl. and anyway, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought; all that mattered was that you had each other, and that was more than enough for lando.

5. matty’s first birthday!

your house was full of laughter, shades of pink, purple and yellow decorating every surface. balloons covered the ceiling, a big 1 taking up half your kitchen. and in the middle of all the colourful chaos, your boyfriend held your one year old daughter, bouncing her on his knee.

they were a picture, a truly stunning one, two identical sets of eyes crinkling at the corners while they laughed together. your heart was bursting, nothing able to contain the butterflies in your stomach as you watched the two greatest loves of your life.

stuffed toys and little pairs of shoes covered every surface, wrapped up with big ribbons. all of your favourite people were in one room, your families coming together with all of your friends to celebrate 365 days of matilda.

matty had spent her day playing with sylvie, george’s young daughter, while lando took photos from every angle humanly possible. then there was the cake, which lando had let the little girl smash all over her face. you’d scold him later, the moment was far too precious.

you were caught up watching lando play with matilda, when max came up to you.

“never seen him happier.” max beamed, pulling you into a side hug. you ruffled his hair in response.

“can’t believe we made her.” you muttered, head falling against his shoulder. you were awestruck.

“when are you having another one? he’s gagging for it.” max was joking with you, but the look you gave him made him do a double, triple, quadruple take. you were smirking. “wait… wait what?”

“sooner than you might think.” you patted your tummy slyly. “he doesn’t know yet, i only just found out last night. wanted matty to have her day and then i’ll tell him when she’s gone to sleep.”

max was staring at you, bewildered. you may have even seen a tear in his eye.

“oh, i love you guys. so fucking happy for you.” he whispered.

you caught sight of lando watching, his head tilted in confusion. you just winked at him.

“she went down easy. think today really took it out of her.” lando said as he walked into your bedroom. you were sat waiting for him, hands resting behind your back.

“thank you for today, it was perfect.” you beamed when he leaned down to kiss you.

you watched him get ready for bed, stripping down to just his sweats, and then he joined you, lounging across the foot of the bed.

“hey, what were you talking to max about, babe?” lando asked.

“a gift that i got you.” you replied coyly.

“a gift?” lando looked confused, and the confusion only grew when you pulled your hands from behind your back, placing a little gift bag in front of him.

“yep. hope you like it.” you kept your expression neutral.

he picked up the bag, rustling through the tissue paper, and then he found it.

a little white stick.

lando stared blankly, eyes flitting rapidly between your face and the pregnancy test in his hand.

“baby…” he started, but he lost his train of thought. instead, he launched himself at you, cuddling you into the mattress. you were laughing while he pressed his lips all over your face, your neck, ending with your belly.

“good gift?” you giggled, watching as his hand smoothed over the soft skin of your tummy.

“the fucking best.”

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landonorris: for matty’s first birthday, we’re giving her a sibling 🫶

6. family sized

lando norris, father of two, reporting for duty.

leo norris was born under the english sun, the late august heat making your labour a difficult one.

from the minute he was born, leo had a personality, angry, passionate eyes glaring at you and lando, a cry tearing from him that could end wars. he was gonna be a force, that little boy, not that you were complaining.

lando had fallen in love again, only having a few days to adjust before he was racing around europe, but he always found a way to slip into bed with you in the early hours of monday mornings, leo sprawled across his tanned chest. he’d watch the two of you sleep, listening out for matty down the hall.

and then she’d wake up, and lando would lay leo by your side, padding next door to your daughters bedroom. the pitter patter of her little feet and lando’s big laugh would wake you up. mornings were the best part of your day, all four of you tucked up in bed together before the chaos began.

it was hard sometimes, but life was bliss. you had the most wonderful partner, two gorgeous children, happiness that you couldn’t have ever fathomed right at your fingertips.

lando finally realised how big the world was, now that his family was often on the other side of it. he ached every second his heart was away from his kids but watching them grow, getting to see them smile, matilda clinging to his legs the second he came home, made it all worth it.

and god, coming home to you, whether you were waiting with open arms at the door or tucked up in white linen bedsheets in one of his t-shirts, was fucking delightful. you were his person, the one that gave him a reason to get up and smile, and he’d do quite possibly anything to keep you happy until you were old and grey by his side.

“matty, what do you say when we say goodbye to chat?” lando asked his little girl.

he was wrapping up a stream, matilda finding her rightful place as his new cohost - max was hardly coping with being replaced but that was a separate issue.

lando bowed his head, looking at matty encouragingly and she beamed hard at the screen. she was two years old, with the bubbliest personality and the brightest eyes in the entire world.

“gg boys.” she grinned toothily at the camera, and lando’s squawk of a laugh summoned you into the room.

lando was logging off when you walked in, watching from the doorway. leo was down for his nap, and matty was soon due hers.

“what are you two getting up to?” you chimed in, leaning into the wall.

“matty’s gonna be a gamer.” lando said in his sing-song voice, the one he reserved for when one of his kids did something that made his eyes sparkle.

“no call of duty.” you said sternly, looking at him pointedly.

“don’t worry, baby. f1 game only, she’s gonna be a racing driver.”

“just like her daddy.” you whispered, watching the duo high five in their matching hoodies.

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7. long time coming

lando held his son tight, watching you and matty examine tiny sea shells in the little rock pools that were forming. the sun was setting over the monegasque beach, beams of pink and orange light bathing your family as it bounced off the soft waves.

leo was wriggling in lando’s arms, the two year old boy desperate to join his mother and his sister splashing around in the shallows, but lando kept a hold of him. leo was too mischievous for his own good, cheekier than the average two year old. perhaps it had something to do with who his father was.

“daddy, come look.” matty called, so lando waded into the water, ankle deep. that little girl had him wrapped around her finger. he cast his eyes over matilda’s inquisitive face, glancing at you for just a second, and that’s all it took for you to steal the air from his lungs.

you were more radiant than ever, as beautiful as the day he’d met you and fallen so helplessly in love. he hadn’t stopped falling in love since. you’d made him a father, you’d given him a family, you’d taught him what it was to be truly, unequivocally happy.

and now all you had to say was yes.

“that’s lovely, sweetie.” lando cooed at matty, eyeing the handful of seashells she’d collected. “wanna go play on the sand? we have that gift to give mummy.” lando winked at the little girl, who took off running, splashing sea water over you both.

once she was out of earshot, you turned to lando.

“you’re not pregnant, are you?” you teased, thinking back to the gift you’d given him those years ago, who was now tucked sleepily into lando’s chest.

“how did you know?” lando joked back.

he grabbed your hand, toes sinking into the sand as you made your way towards matty, who was fidgeting on the picnic blanket you’d laid out earlier. as soon as you reached her, lando gave her the sly nod, the signal that he’d taught her over the last few days, and her sweet little voice called out to you.

“mummy?”

“yes, my love?” you kneeled down on the blanket, eye level with your daughter.

“daddy wants to ask you something.” her doe blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun, and you whipped your head around to look at lando.

lando, who was down on one knee, balancing his son in one hand and the biggest fucking diamond ring you’d ever seen in the other.

“should’ve done this about four years ago, but we were busy popping out kids.” lando breathed, his eyes watery. you were already in tears. “my love, where do i even begin? i’m nothing without you, and every time i leave you, i leave my entire heart behind, so please, will you marry me?”

tears streamed down your face, and lando sat the squirmy toddler down next to his sister, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

you surged forward, the force of your movement leaving you both in the sand. you clung to him, lips meeting his with sweet urgency. you mumbled a million yes’s into the kiss, no one left in the world but you and him, and your two beautiful children.

and when you pulled away, you scooped your babies into your arms, holding them tight, knowing that you were in the presence of the purest form of love.

your little family, complete…

…for now.

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 11 days

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[I almost killed your boss with my grilled cheese sandwich]- Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

After the unexpected encounter with Soap and Ghost, your shop finally owns the vibes of peace.

The customers become so ‘normal’, almost feels like you aren’t in the same area as before – if you ignore the blood on their shirts or recall the memory of seeing them punching someone across the street. You assume the men must tell them to behave in your shop, but you must say the minions become a bit overreacting. They call you ma'am, chat as quietly as possible, and one of them even apologizes when he accidentally touches your finger as if you will chop off his pinky. You start doubting if they view you as a secret henchman of 141.

It’s morning now, the shop usually has more people at this time, but you haven’t had a single customer since you opened it 30 minutes ago, they just vanished without any hint, hence you start testing out new recipes for your bread.

Lilting the song that’s fully out of tune, you slice the bread you just baked into pieces, and throw one into your mouth. Perfectly crunchy outside, fluffy like clouds inside. Oh my, you’re such a genius.

You’re totally unaware of your visitor until he stirs the air with a cough and his voice.

“Pardon me?” He calls you again, but you’re left in a trance when you land your eyes on him.

Damn, he looks just like your imagination of the man in the Dilf next door fic you just read yesterday on co5. Your eyes travel from his well-trim beard, south to his belted waist. Why does a man with a toned body – which his khaki coat can’t even hide – have such a tiny waist? Your mouth's agape at the sight as you’re about to respond.

“mmsadjsmm” The man raises his eyebrow in confusion, and you hear your voice not forming a proper sentence too. Ah, you forgot the bread’s still stuffed in your mouth.

“ehemm, Sorry Sir, I mean what would you like to have?” Quickly swallow the bread and try to pretend you didn’t just dumbfounded in front of him, you speak again.

“English breakfast, please.” He croons with an infatuating smile as he saunters to take a seat.

His voice is quite soothing, you admit in your mind as you start brewing said man’s tea, just like you presumed the Dilf in the fic… okay, you really should clear those nasty brainrots during work.

The tea is nicely served in the tea cup and brought to the man shortly after.

You can’t help the smile crawling onto your face when you see him grin at you after a sip. You love watching your customer enjoy your tea, and he obviously relaxes with it have you bask in your achievements.

“Don’t finish your breakfast?”

“Just trying a new recipe. I want to add it to my menu.” you reply with a shake of your head, and after a brief halt, you add a question “ Have you eaten breakfast yet, Sir”

“Call me John, love.” The man – John sets his cup on the table before continuing “And no, I haven’t”

“Then… would you like to have a grilled cheese sandwich? I can’t finish the bread myself, it would be great if someone could help me with it... Of course, it isn’t a must!" You hurriedly complement when John widens his eyes slightly at your suggestion, but he meets your eyes with interest within.

”I would love to.”

You beam up as you get the affirmation, and walk behind your counter again.

Slices of bread are already prepared. The pro tip for a delicious grilled cheese sandwich is giving the bread some nice seasoning first, so you pick up your black pepper jar before inquiring about John’s preference.

“How much pepper would you like, John?”

“Would be great if it’s more.”

“Alright.”

You turn back to season the bread, but when you pick up the pepper jar and about to shake it, a question slips into your brain making you pause.

How much is “more”?

The man doesn't have time to sit here and wait for you to contemplate the philosophy of seasoning, so after biting your bottom lip and thinking for 30 seconds, you shake the jar. More is better, you recall what John told you as your hand keeps moving.

You shake it 10 times, since more is better.

Apart from the bread, you hold full confidence in your grilled cheese sandwich. Placing generous amounts of cheese in between, the coveted smell flooded your little shop as you plate the well-toasted sandwich.

“It surely smells great.” John praises before diving in.

You hang a big expecting grin until John takes a bite and starts coughing like you will put him into the ER with a sandwich.

“It’s– it’s okay…love…” He tries to comfort you when you apologize abundantly and rush back to your counter to fill him a cup of water. Holy, isn’t more pepper better? Now you're going to send the man to heaven with a grilled cheese sandwich.

“Here’s water!” You go back to John as fast as you can with the cold water in your hand, you’re busy checking out John, who stops coughing madly but cheeks pink with the spices, and you don’t see the leg of the chair sticking out of its usual place.

A pair of arms catch you from slamming onto the floor, but the cup isn’t that lucky as it flies with Newton’s help and clatters on the floor.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You stabilize yourself in John’s support. But wow, now the man not only just recovered from a fatal attack to his throat, but also has a wet spot spreading along the chest part of his shirt.

“No worries, love. It’s just a shirt.”

Even though John attempts to calm you, you still can’t help the sheepishness creep to your cheeks and stain it with the same pink as John’s, or stop thinking about if the balance in your bank account is able to buy the man a new shirt. You remember you wanted to get some cash out of the cashpoint but it shoved an ‘insufficient funds :(‘ into your face.

You really don’t want any customers to come in right now, even if it means your little tea shop will close down because you only have one from the start of today, but fate always gifts you things you crave when you don’t need them.

“Sorry boss, I’m late.”

You look at the tan-skinned man standing like a model just escaped from his manager, staring at you shoving a towel on John’s chest and both of your cheeks smeared with suspicious red.

“What happened?”

I almost murdered your boss with my grilled cheese sandwich. Apparently, you can’t answer with this, so you face John for help.

and he’s looking at you too, with a sly smirk awaiting your explanation.

You wonder if you can just make two sandwiches to shut these men up, with one more for yourself to end this predicament now.

a/n: ty for reading :D have a nice day/night!

No John Price is harmed in this chapter.

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wriothesley likes to play this game with you called "what chapstick are you wearing today?" it comes as a result of you being gifted a variety pack of chapsticks and in light of his curiosity for taste, you end up trying all of them. and now, you don't tell him which chapstick you've brought with you for the day so it's up to him to guess which one it is. and guessing comes during the time that you join him for a meal or tea. when you finally enter his office, his pretty eyes flicker between your eyes and lips as a wolfish grin breaks across his face.

"you're not going to give me a kiss?" he tilts his head to the side as you sit across from him, raising your brows as you stir your tea.

"you're insatiable," you shake your head. "drink your tea first. do you want honey or sugar in it?" you're already moving to grab both but wriothesley is quicker, moving to snatch them from your grasp.

"but darling, i can think of something better to sweeten my tea," he leans forward, daring you to ask him what. it's a familiar game you play, full of flirtatious words and actions.

sometimes you give in, other times you don't. and today you opt to roll your eyes and stand up, rounding the table with your cup of tea that you place next to his. he hums in satisfaction, legs spreading wider so you have space to stand as his hands find their place, resting gently on your waist.

he looks up at you and drawls, "care to indulge me?"

the kiss you press to his lips is warm but quick, gone too quickly, if he does say so himself. he chases your lips as you pull away and ask him, "so what chapstick am i using today?" wriothesley thinks it's unfair for you to ask him a question like that when you've only given him such a chaste kiss. he scowls playfully, lips downturned into a pout as he runs through the possible options.

"cherry," he states confidently. it's a wild guess fueled by false certainty but he doesn't care if he's right or wrong. and when you shake your head he doesn't pout, doesn't show any sort of remorse for guessing wrong. instead he tugs you down towards him, capturing your lips again and holding you close. and when you finally pull away from one another, he licks his lip and hums thoughtfully.

"i think i need another kiss to be certain about my answer—"

you pull away and roll your eyes as wriothesley protests and tries to bring you back towards him.

"pomegranate!" he exclaims, standing up quickly before you can escape his loose hold.

you laugh quietly and move to place one hand on his chest, the other sliding up to cup his cheek. he looks down at you with such soft adoration that for a brief second, you wonder what the world's reaction would be to his displays of affection around you. but no matter that thought, because with a nod of confirmation for his correct guess, he's swooping in for another kiss, and you can feel him smiling into it as your upper body leans back slightly, pushing yourself closer to him.

"so what's my prize then?"

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: i need to get to class in less than an hour, i don't feel good, but the wrio brainrot was too real and i needed to write it down

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #genshin impact wriothesley #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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neocitybooty · 7 months

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Honey, I'm home. [M]

Summary: Your husband is constantly away but he makes up for it once he returns.

Genre: Smut, Aged up (early 30s)

Characters: Mark Lee, femme reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: unprotected sex, bodily fluids

A/N: Just some more Mark brainrot. This is also a treat because I've been so busy with life. I'm going to continue with my ongoing fics after this :)

You felt movement from the other side of the bed and a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, shortly after. You slowly blinked out of your sleep and stirred as you were greeted by the moonlight.

It was late.

You waited until midnight, but your husband, Mark…He didn’t show.

Disappointment was no foreign concept to you and it seemed to be a recurring theme in your marriage. You knew it wasn’t Mark's fault and you were well aware of what marrying him would mean for you. The kind of life you would live. Wealthy and pampered… but hidden.

No public posts. No public dates. Lonely birthdays. Lonely holidays.

At least for the time being.

But you loved him. And you knew he loved you too. Some things just couldn’t be helped.

“Babe..” Mark whispered softly in your ear. The familiar and innocent tone was enough to cause your lips to tug upward. You turned your body to wrap your arms and leg around him.

He chuckled and squeezed you tighter as you both buried your faces into each other’s neck.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” Mark said into your neck as he slid his hand into your shorts and softly rubbed your bare ass cheek. He gave it a firm squeeze before finally kissing you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt the warm flesh against your own. He pulled away but you immediately kissed him again.

He looked at you with a puzzled look on his face and you couldn’t help but caress his cheek as the cheekbone rose at a slant and his amused eyes twinkled underneath the moonlight.

“You want to do this right now?” Mark asked you. His voice was low and raspy. Taunting. He knew what you wanted. Because he wanted it too.

You didn’t get a chance to answer. Mark was already pulling off your shorts before you could process your thoughts.

A few hours prior, you were upset. You were complaining to your sister about missing out on yet another holiday because your husband wasn’t in town. You would be going to bed alone, with nothing but an “I love you” to keep you from reaching the brink of insanity. It was reassuring, but it just wasn’t enough. His physical presence was what you truly longed for.

Mark told you…. He told you….you wouldn’t spend Valentine’s day alone this year.

And yet...

You did. But in this moment, you believed a strike against him wouldn’t be fair. In the end, you would be falling asleep in his arms.

“I’m sorry I got back so late, baby. I rushed here as fast as I could.” He softly said into your ear, his tone genuinely apologetic.

You moaned in response as he slipped your lace underwear off of you. A trail of warm kisses decorated your neck as his fingers found his way between your legs. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck and shifted your head so you could kiss him deeply. You were now on your side and draped your leg over him once again.

You gasped and went stiff when you felt Mark’s fingers intrude your wet hole, his thumb gently rubbing your nub. The both of you could hear the squelching of your fluids as he found a steady rhythm. You let out a loud moan as your hips started to gyrate against his fingers.

“Shh, baby. You’re going to wake up the neighbors.” Mark kissed behind your ear and muttered a curse underneath his breath. “Just focus on me.”

Oh how you've missed this.

He brought his lips back to your's and you grew more aroused as your hips and tongue moved along with Mark’s fingers as he continued to slowly move his digits inside of you. You could feel his smile against your lips each time your body would tense up and you would clench around his fingers. But your mind was preoccupied with the taste of his hungry lips.

His kisses were urgent. Needy. Every kiss was as passionate as the last and you only wanted more.

He finally removed his fingers and you felt as though you were breathing for the first time. You heavily exhaled and moaned softly as your hips rolled, the feeling of emptiness becoming unbearable.

“Shiit.” Mark examined his glistening fingers. In awe at the amount of fluid that transferred. “You missed me this much? I can’t wait to show you how much I've missed you.” He bit his lip and gently pulled you onto him, slowly moving his hips as you straddled him.

You felt his hard cock underneath you and it finally dawned on you that Mark had been naked the entire time. He moaned softly when his tip made contact with your wet opening and you reacted by grabbing it and squatting right above it.

Mark reached over to the nightstand and turned on the dim lamp. You smiled at him once the light revealed his features. He responded with a warm smile that reached his eyes and gave you a nod. He did always love to watch.

You held eye contact with him as you slowly lowered yourself, letting his member disappear into your wet core. You gasped as you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size after months of using alternatives that just didn’t measure up.

Mark whimpered underneath you and slid a hand up into your shirt to fondle a breast. You put your hand over his and started to ride him. Mark let out a breath as his eyes rolled back and he sank even lower into his pillow. You lifted yourself again and lowered slowly enough for you to savor the feeling. You let out a soft moan as you felt yourself getting wetter as the movement grew easier.

“Fuckkk.” Mark shook his head softly and bit his lip again. "Baby, I'm going insane…." Mark could barely finish the sentence before a quiet moan took over. His eyes shut tighter as his fingers dug deeper into your flesh. You yelped when he suddenly started fucking into you. You leaned forward, eventually switching from your feet to your knees, and rested your hand on his chest, a familiar sensation forming in your lower region.

“Are you close, baby? Wait for me. Let’s finish together, yeah?” Mark breathed out as he continued pounding into you. He pulled you into his chest and held your hands behind your back, by the wrists. His eyebrows scrunched together as he began to concentrate so he could last longer- but you began to shake.

“Oh babe no, wait.” Mark whined and gently flipped you over so he was on top. You moaned as he repositioned himself while still inside of you. He filled you up in ways you never thought possible,

You squirmed underneath him as months of pent up sexual frustration surged through Mark’s body. He plunged deeper into you with a long grunt and you instinctively held onto him.

“You take it so well.” He grunted into your ear as he pinned each hand to the sides of your head. He nuzzled his chin into your neck and exhaled as your entire body moved in unison with his thrusts. “I’m so close, baby. Oh fuck..”

You wrapped your legs around him as he stiffened and groaned. You felt the warmth of his seed spill into you as Mark rested on you.

He sighed and propped himself up to look at you with a smile.

“I didn’t finish…” You said softly.

“I've gathered….give me a few minutes and I’ll take care of it.” Mark said as he held eye contact with you. A small smile formed on his lips as he started to caress your cheek.

“Can you do that thing that I like?” You asked him shyly.

Mark let out a small laugh and kissed you. “We’re gonna need a towel.”

#nct smut #kpop fanfic #nct fanfic #kpop au #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #mark lee smut #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios

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lxvebun · 2 months

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୨୧We've talked about cuteness agression with Simon but i'm thinking many thoughts about Price now🩷

୨୧Content: John Price x Gender neutral reader. Fluff! Slight suggestivenes but still sfw♡ brainrot format. Not entirely proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes♡

!D*rk content and k!nk blogs DNI !(a*) I do block and report♡

There's a little bit of difference in the things that trigger that foggy lovesick feeling in his brain with price compared to Simon.

Don't get me wrong, dressing yourself in his clothes or calling him cute pet names will always reward you with a plethora of sickeningly sweet kisses and delicate touches but that feeling when his heart start to beat a little faster and the urge to squeeze you tightly against his chest or press deep bruising kisses against your skin until he's all you can think of usually happens in moments where you're not even trying

One of those moments is where you're just on the edge of sleep, your body warm and just conscious enough to feel the soft blankets enveloping you and strong arms heavy around your waist, sleepy enough for your mind to already flash you glimpses of whatever dreamland its taking you to tonight. You have a habit of intertwining your fingers with his before whispering a barely coherent good night and nggggh can you blame him for pulling you closer to him by your waist and pressing tender kisses to your already warm cheeks?? It's taking a tremendous amount of effort to keep the kisses and touches delicate enough so you don't stir from your sleepy haze but god if he doesn't just want to grab your face in his big hands and press wet passionate kisses against every inch of skin available...

The silliest one is probably whenever your shirt rides up exposing just the tiniest sliver of the skin from your lower back or tummy and that's all it really takes for that foggy feeling to come back. Has to slow his breathing and squeeze his hands into fists to calm down because poor you, you're not even doing anything on purpose. He's not entirely sure why these things give him the urge to squeeze you like a life-sized plushie but it just does and honestly, can you really complain when his touch feels like it's leaving behind a trail of stars on your skin, and his kisses leave you feeling a little breathless and very very much loved and adored?

Thank you for reading angels♡

#cod mw2 x reader #cod fluff #cod x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare x reader #john price #captain price #141 x reader #tf 141 x reader

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scourgebff · 5 months

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more from the hollycinder partners in crime au, their little family ( original concept/au idea by @the-owl-tree )! i imagine dovewing got cinderheart’s build with hollyleaf’s striking features while ivypool is leaning more towards hollyleaf’s tall stature but cinderheart’s recognizable markings.

holly’s disappearance into the tunnels after upending the entire normalcy of thunderclan had left quite a stir in her wake. ivy and dove grow up trying to make sense of and deal with her legacy in their own ways. cinder is in the middle, fiercely protecting her daughters’ youth from a world which wants to press the weight of everything on their shoulders far too readily while also struggling to figure out her own identity.

very detailed brainrot under the cut

it seemed like an ironic twist of fate in the eyes of lionblaze and jayfeather that dove was to take holly’s part in the prophecy, quickly sweeping her under their wing and closely guiding her paws. the lingering worry that she would stray from them and onto a dangerous path as holly had- doubly so since lion was made dove’s mentor. lion is fiercely protective of dove, seeing in her a bright potential and genuinely wants her to succeed. however it is quite clear to everyone that he’s projecting his sister onto her, for all her talent and resourcefulness going beyond the shadowy pelt and leading to heightened expectations. dove swallows down her discomfort at the pressure, wanting to make everyone proud and live up to their expectations, not only as warrior but as part of a prophecy so much larger than herself. one that she feels is partially to blame for driving her other parent away, as jay eventually reveals to her to full truth, leading to feelings of guilt she doesn’t even particularly understand. torn between stars and shadows, her paws wander over clan borders in search of an answer or escape for herself while discovering things she’d never expect.

meanwhile ivy feels like a spectator in her own life. listening in on near constant rumors and gossip about her family that she isn’t even included in, instigated by a cat she doesn’t even know. getting even further frustrated by just how passively helpless to remedy anything she is. while cinder treats the two girls completely equally, ivy isn’t blind to the practically palpable anticipation thunderclan holds towards dove. she’s a prodigy, with the undivided attention of both the clan’s healers and one if not the strongest warrior as a mentor, sent on journeys and given extra assignments as cats discuss how promising she is- yet also the level of suspicion cats hold towards her for being related to both a traitor, a healer, and a windclanner. ivy is of course of the exact same blood, yet she might as well not exist to anyone but dove and cinder bar a few extended family members. feeling isolated yet reluctant to try and burden her already troubled closest kin with insecurities she feels are ‘insignificant’, ivy meets hawkfrost who seems to not mind listening. in fact he says he relates to her, having a controversial family history himself. ivy asks for advice, ending up gaining confidence with his helpful suggestions and in turn drawing closer to the dark forest. she seems more well adjusted, yet in truth she’s merely getting better at lying and giving cats a spectacle to notice her by. while her social life improves, the unease in her grows as she’s gradually lured into working for the dark forest. ivy with new confidence and supposedly trustworthy new friends feels as if she can balance the danger despite rising escalation.

cinder, ivy, and dove remain extremely close. there is certainly friction between ivy and dove, however cinder is incredibly involved in their lives. refusing to let them lash out at each other and drift apart, she’s reminded all too painfully of her bitter last interaction with holly. she regrets how they ended, strangely enough considering how she didn’t regret dirtying her paws with blood to cover up holly’s sins. what she will not tolerate however is disrespect against her kits, growing estranged from her childhood friends jay and lion upon seeing how oddly they treat dove. it’s an uncomfortable situation, yet dove and ivy both are incredibly grateful to always have cinder in their corner. just for her they’ll set their reservations towards each other aside to form an at least temporarily stable truce. that being said, cinderheart being a reincarnation of cinderpelt actually has relevance to her character here that can be a whole other post on its own so i won’t go into it.

holly is more washed than a rack full of clean dishes icl. fleeing into the tunnels was a temporary solution, made at the peak of her mental crisis she initially tries to ignore how horrifically she treated so many cats. pushing it aside, and trying to restart herself. yet she can never forget cinder, even when she leaves the tunnels to become a wanderer cinder’s loyalty always sticks out so clearly. the kindness that holly had pushed and pushed and pushed until it broke and now here they were after that blow-out argument upon the gathering’s aftermath. a lot can be said for the time she’s out living as a rouge, but she eventually will have to come back and face her horrible past mistakes. unfortunately not before meeting a cat who might change everything for the worse- darktail C:

there’s some more i could mention because the cinderholly brainrot is infectious but i already rambled enough sorry TY IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS LOL UH </3 reward for making it down here is the fullbodies of these very normal not tortured individuals i consider them an equally normal amount

#warrior cats #wc #hollyleaf #cinderheart #dovewing #ivypool #hollycinder #hollyleaf x cinderheart #my art

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withloveajaxx · 2 years

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jealousy jealousy

𓂅 genre: diluc, xiao, childe, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff

𓂅 warnings: mentions of being tipsy + alcohol in kaeya's part

𓂅 summary: they return home late only to see you already cuddled up to your favorite stuffed toy. they're a bit upset to say the least.

𓂅 note: literally just random brainrot while i think about my series and try to bring myself to finish childe angst :"D kinda crack as well but eh i hopr you all enjoy!!

DILUC

after a long and rather tiresome shift at angel's share, diluc wants nothing more than to bask in the warmth of your embrace.

so when he sees a little stuffed toy taking his supposed place in your arms, he isn't exactly pleased.

as a sane, adult man, he knows the irritation he feels towards an inanimate object of all things, is completely irrational.

he knows it's just a hard night taking its toll on his mind and heart. but does he have the energy to care at the moment? no ^^

quietly, he makes his way over to you, trying not to make any commotion as he sits himself on the bed.

he carefully takes the stuffed animal out of your arms as to not wake you. but once it's safely out of your arms he tosses it carelessly on the other side of the bed.

he then slides himself under your arms, pressing gentle kisses on your face when he notices you begin to stir slightly, muttering his name in your half awoken state.

"yes, it's me, darling. i'm home," he announces softly, voice barely over a whisper. "go back to sleep. i'm here now."

a fond smile tugs onto the corners of his lips when you hum sleepily, tightening your arms around his neck to nuzzle yourself into his firey hair.

he tilts his head to place on last kiss on your jaw before his eyes flutter shut and he drifts off to sleep. when you wake up in the morning your poor stuffed toy is abandoned on the floor :(

XIAO

adepti don't usually sleep, so on normal nights, xiao opts to sit beside your bed until you wake up, watching over you protectively after his nightly duties of fighting demons.

however, exhaustion was weighing particularly heavy on him today, and the sight of you all snuggled up to a little toy irked him just a tad bit.

it's stupid. he knows that very well. but no matter how hard he tries, his irritation towards the inanimate object would not quell.

he wants to sneak under your arms. he tries to gather every bit of courage and selfishness within him to crawl beside you knowing there's a chance of you waking up, but he just can't.

however, he also cannot stand that, instead of him, an inanimate object is the subject of your affection.

so in the gentlest way possible, he tries to pry the toy away from your grasp, his arm freezing if you begin to stir.

he thanks the darkness for concealing the deep blush that paints his cheeks when you try to shake the sleep out of your eyes.

he fears that you can hear his heart loudly thumping against his chest, even moreso when you give him a dazed smile and take his hand that's still on your stuffed toy to intertwine it with your own.

he relaxes back in his seat when you drift back to sleep, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. the stuffed animal was still beside you but the your warm hand in his seemed to get rid of any trace of annoyance he had.

the next morning when you wake up, he has a small pout frown on his face as he tells you, "if you need something to be with you, or something to hold when you go to sleep just... call for me. it's never a bother."

CHILDE

it's often he comes home late due to fatui missions. and usually, your arms are always free for him to crawl into.

so when he sees the stuffed toy tightly encased in your arms, he immediately gets all pouty.

huffs quietly in faux irritation as he makes his way towards you.

despite the silly irritation that disturbs his heart, he takes a few moments to admire how peaceful and how absolutely adorable you look.

your cheek is smushed up against the toy's head as you continue on with your sleep and childe simply cannot find it in him to even pretend to be upset at you.

he is upset at the little stuffed animal though >:(( how dare they take your cuddles away from him? that's not happening. no way in hell.

pecks your cheek gently and ever so smoothly replaces himself with the plushie. when he's in your arms, he kisses the crown of your head mumbling a small "i'm home, love." into your hair.

when you respond to him with a soft "welcome home." he immediately feels his heart beat rapidly with adoration, a tender smile adorning his lips.

he has no shame hauling the poor little toy right off the bed before he nuzzles himself into your hair to sleep, fully knowing you were too dazed to scold him for it.

when you wake up the next morning, you'll see ajax narrowing his eyes, lips forming a petty pout as he spouts childish threats at the toy that is now on the floor. you'll have to playfully reassure him with tons of cuddles and kisses if you don't want him whining all day <33.

KAEYA

it's rare that kaeya comes home late. it only ever happens when he loses track of time hanging around with venti and rosaria at angel's share.

usually kaeya is a smooth and composed individual. but he is a tad bit tipsy tonight, so the sight of your arms draped over something that isn't him made him a bit competitive and petty <3

of course he knows the stuffed toy is a non-living object. but it's currently taking the spot he's supposed to be in so he's got a little problem <3

doesn't try taking the stuffed toy out of your grasp. instead, he sits by your side, stroking the stray pieces of hair out of your face.

he plants his lips on your forehead and lingers there for a few moments until you let out a small groan, a sign you were waking up. "i'm back angel," he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. "now who might this little fellow be? i believe he's taken my place beside you," he teases affectionately.

you're too tired to verbally respond, not even processing his question. but when you realize it's kaeya beside you and you tilt your head up to peck his lips in greeting, you can feel him smile briefly against your lips.

he scoots down to envelope you in his embrace, a hand running up your arm in a gentle manner to coax you back to sleep.

you can't see it but when you abandon the stuffed toy to turn and bury yourself in his chest, he full on smirks.

rakes his hand through your hair and doesn't even spare the toy another glance as he closes his eyes and drifts off to dreamland with you.

when he wakes up, you're still secure and comfortable in his arms, the animal long forgotten and laying on the lonesome, cold side of the bed. all he does is chuckle to himself in amusement before peppering your face with kisses to greet you good morning.

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mountainficss · 2 months

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rae hehe.. kwan brainrot suddenly went crazy and i was just thinking

sleeping with seungkwan but u can’t fall asleep so u decide to play with urself a little. only for him to wake up and… make sure u know how he felt about u doing that while he was asleep. hard dom kwannie filling up with cum that night, u falling asleep filled and the next morning him making u use his cum as lube to touch urself as he instructs and watches

:🍊

you knew seungkwan wouldn’t be happy with you touching yourself, but you just couldn’t help it! you had woken up from a very heated dream about him, and you just couldn’t shake the warm feeling pooling in your core. you’d glance over briefly to see if he was asleep, and after finding that he’s passed out you’d snake a hand beneath the sheets and into your panties. you’d tease your soaked entrance before sliding a finger in, using your other hand to cover your mouth before a loud moan escapes your lips. you’d fuck yourself gently with one finger but it just wouldn’t be enough, opting to stuff another finger inside. you tried your best to keep your sounds muffled, but as you continued to become more needy you just couldn’t stop yourself when a few whimpers slip out. you’d be so distracted by the feeling of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole that you wouldn’t even notice that seungkwan was already awake. your noises had woken him up, and he’d roll over to the sight of you playing with yourself beneath the blankets. he’d watch you for a bit, just enjoying the sight of you making yourself feel good. but then he’d get angry, feeling an uncontrollable urge to teach you a lesson. “you enjoying yourself?” he’d ask almost nonchalantly, and your heart would drop at the sound of his voice. you’d carefully remove both fingers as you stumble over an explanation, but seungkwan would cut you off. “maybe i should just fuck you since you can’t even make yourself cum without my help.” he’d sneer, sitting up and hovering his body over yours as your eyes widen. you’d feel so small beneath him, so helpless and willing to take whatever he decides to give you. he’d tug your panties to the side, gathering some of your arousal onto his fingers and using it to lubricate his throbbing length. he’d slide in easily, your hole prepped for him from you previously touching yourself. the stretch would still sting a bit though, and seungkwan would ease in slowly just so you can adjust to his size. but after that he’d waste no time, immediately pounding into you at a rapid pace and putting all of his force behind his thrusts. you’d moan loudly, wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand fists into his hair. “can’t handle it, hm? you’re so pathetic,” he’d chuckle, relishing in your loud sounds and pulsating heat. “this is what happens when you touch yourself without permission.” he’d slow his trusts down, instead switching to hard, pointed ruts into you. he’d throw your legs over his shoulders, hitting even deeper in this new position and making you squirm underneath him. “you’re gonna take it all. ‘m gonna make you,” he’d groan, feeling you clench around him. “cum for me. i know you want to.” it would feel like your body is literally responding to his commands, and you’d be cumming around his cock not even seconds after. your release would trigger his, and he’d grip your thighs harshly as he fucks you full of his seed. his moans and weak thrusts would drag out your orgasm, and you’d twitch uncontrollably under his hold. you’d be so drowsy and tired after seungkwan practically fucking you senseless, and the last thing you’d remember was him readjusting your body and spooning you with his cock still stuffed inside.

you’d wake up to gentle light from the early morning sun streaming through the windows, and the warm feeling of seungkwan still buried inside of you. “finally awake, huh?” he’d mumble, rocking his hips against you once to stir you up. you’d sigh dreamily, grinding your hips back against his. you’d feel him pulling out slowly and you’d whimper in protest, leaning back in an attempt to feel him again. he’d pull the sheets down, revealing your body to him. hovering over you he’d grab your thighs and pry your legs apart, groaning as he watches his cum spill out of your clenching hole. the mellow light from the windows would give your skin a glowing hue, making you look so soft and beautiful to seungkwan. “touch yourself for me,” he’d smirk, reaching a hand down to slightly palm at his erection. “show me what you were doing last night while i was sleeping.” you’d blush at the memory of him catching you in the act, but your neediness would outweigh your embarrassment as you snake a hand down to your heat. you’d run your fingers through the combination of your release and his, spreading it and coating your middle and ring fingers. you’d slide both fingers in with ease, not even bothering to push in one at a time. your fingers would glide easily as he just watches, sighing gently as he listens to your sweet sleepy voice moaning his name. “faster, baby,” he’d coax, reaching a hand towards you to squeeze your thigh sensually. “you’re gonna cum like this, and i’m gonna help you. my pretty slut.” ;(

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#thoughts #seventeen smut #seventeen #smut #svt smut #seungkwan smut #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #mountainficss

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lelengerine · 10 months

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the sun in your system

pairing | bff!haechan x reader

synopsis | the one where haechan is hopelessly in love with you, it's sick.

genre | one-sided pining au, college setting, a mix of fluff and angst

wc | 0.7k

notes | i apologize for any errors in this bc i got the biggest brainrot for softie!hyuck and this was created from that spur... this isn't proofread or anything but i hope u like it :> likes and rbs are highly appreciated!

m.list

it’s a sunny saturday afternoon and haechan’s accompanying you to the school’s treasured library to study for an upcoming exam. it was an odd occurrence to even spot him near the premises of this god-forsaken building (as he likes to call it), yet the two of you have been here for a total of five hours and he hasn’t complained about going back to the dorms once.

you did tell him you were going to do some additional research for a class you were taking, but that no longer seems to be the case when you’ve dozed off an hour ago, and your best friend doesn’t seem to have any plans of waking you up.

the faint glow of sunlight peeks through the library’s windows, grazing your features with a soft touch. it doesn’t seem to disturb you, yet haechan takes it upon himself to grab a book and hold it over your eyes, silently shielding them from the warm rays. your nose scrunches a little from the change despite being asleep, falling back to slumber just as quickly.

why would the poor boy ever ever want to leave when he could see you like this?

he may look like a sick fool—and perhaps he is one for following you around like a golden retriever pup who’s lost his owner—but he’ll gladly let others think so if it meant he’d be able to spend his days with you.

it hadn’t been long since he’s fully realized how he felt about you all this time. no, it took a lot of nightly conversations with his dorm mates who were probably tired of the hearts in haechan’s eyes every time you randomly pop in their conversations. at this point, they’d prefer the boy to grow the balls to confess his heart out to you. it’s not like he doesn't profess his love for you in a different way at least once each day in the middle of their dorm anyways.

there were many people who called haechan the sun (hell, even he agrees with it), yet he believes he’d only be a small, burning star when compared to you, his entire solar system. the one that keeps him afloat, the one who makes him feel like he’s destined for greater things ahead of his life, the one who grounds him when he needs it the most so he wouldn’t be floating in a pit of dark space without meaning.

“you’ll never know just how much i love you, y/n.” he breathes without much thinking, each syllable falling from his lips with utmost care, afraid that if he spoke any louder, they’d only get caught up in the depths of his throat.

you stir in your sleep, or at least that’s what he still thinks you're under until you rise up groggily, rubbing your eye. “you love me?”

“it was a joke!” he brushes the topic off, words leaving him through an awkward laugh.

“uhuh, as if i believe that!” you exclaim before covering your mouth in haste, forgetting you were still residing in the library.

haechan chuckles at you, absolutely adoring the way your eyes widened in sheer shock, cheeks flushing from the sudden rush. “hey, don’t laugh!” you whisper-shout this time, a small pout on your rosy lips.

“sorry! i can’t help it- you just look like a dork.” his statements clearly refuse to align with how he feels about you, a pang of frustration bubbling up within him for being unable to speak his mind freely—the constant fear you might turn your back on him if he did staying hidden in the furthest depths of his mind.

he was okay with this—admiring your presence, as a friend—or rather, he was okay as long as you were.

“was that really a joke though?” you question properly, and haechan can already sense the hesitation behind your voice.

“mhm, don’t worry about it. i really was just kidding.” he tries reassuring you, another small pang hitting his heart right where it hurt.

“if you say so… but that joke wasn’t funny at all!” you point out with a huff, returning back to studying as you open the forgotten notebook laying in front of you. “you need to get better at making them, hyuckie.” you tease, dangling your feet happily.

“yeah… maybe i should.” his reply is muffled, but you pay not much heed to it, now immersing yourself in your studies once more. perhaps that’s exactly why you don’t notice the gloom washing over him, your sun glowing a little less brightly in its solar system.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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wheeboo · 9 months

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just...cuddling soonyoung

idk why but i really wanna give him a cuddle and then keep him back in my pocket

CUDDLING SOONYOUNG IS THE BEST THING EVER LIKE 😭 gonna tag @etherealyoungk too for her hoshi brainrot lmaoo

imagine coming home late from work, and it's very quiet that you think soonyoung isn't here even though he is (he texted you an hour prior that he was waiting for you at home). you half-expected for him to come running up to you the moment you open the door, but that doesn't happen. you furrow your brow--he's probably in the bedroom and didn't hear you come in.

when you put your belongings away, you slowly creep up to the bedroom, pushing lightly on the door as it wasn't fully shut. it was dim inside, with the only source of light being the lampshade on soonyoung's side on. but when you direct your gaze towards the bed, you feel your heart swell out of your chest.

on the bed laid your boyfriend cradled up with a pillow to his chest, low breaths leaving his mouth and his chest rising up and down steadily. he's asleep--he must have fallen asleep while waiting for you to come home. you can't help that smile tugging at your lips at how peaceful he looks. his usual lively and energetic features is softened in slumber. being careful not to disturb him, you quietly tiptoe closer to the bed.

gently, you crawl onto the bed, careful not to jostle him too much. you lie down beside him, and contemplate for a moment with your arm hanging loosely in the air. then you think whatever, and find your arm carefully encircling around his waist, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. you press a soft, lingering kiss against the back of his neck. his skin is soft and slightly warm from sleep, and a faint shiver runs through him in response to your touch. he stirs slightly, but not enough to wake him up. you chuckle quietly, placing another kiss under his earlobe.

however, he does wake up when you press even closer to him. his eyes flutter open, gazed dazed as he adjusts to his surroundings. then, the corners of his lips lift into a soft, sleepy smile when realises that you're there behind him. he lets go of the pillow and flips himself over, arms stretching out to find you. his fingers curl around your side, pulling you snugly against him until you're both practically intertwined. you can't even tell whose the big spoon and little spoon at this point.

"my baby," he murmurs lowly. "i missed you."

"missed you too, soonie," you mutter in response, finding your head settled perfectly at the crook of his neck.

"sorry for falling asleep," he says. "i wanted to stay awake for you."

you chuckle. "it's okay, love. i know you had a long day too."

you don't how long you lay there just in silence, with your breathing synchronised and your bodies fit together like a perfect puzzle piece. when you open your eyes again, you lightly trace along his back before giving a few soft taps to his side.

you lift your head up as much as you can to look down at him. "soonie, i have to get ready for bed."

soonyoung's fingers gently tighten their hold around you, and he blinks up at you with those still-sleepy eyes. a lazy smile tugs at his lips as he looks at you, gaze filled with warmth.

"can't we just stay like this a little longer?" he mumbles, voice a soft plea.

you run your hand through his hair. "i'd love to, but i gotta wash up first."

a cute pout crosses his face. "promise me you'll come back when you're done?"

you grin at his adorable pout, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead. "i promise. i won't be long."

he huffs playfully, "alright, but hurry back. I miss you already."

with one final affectionate smile, you reluctantly disentangle yourself from soonyoung's embrace and head to the bathroom to wash up. after freshening up, you make your way back to the bedroom and you see soonyoung lying there, half-awake and waiting for you.

"you're back," he murmurs, already holding out his arms for you.

you quickly slip back under the covers, settling into his embrace. the two of you wrap your arms around each other as if you can't get enough of one another's presence.

"did you miss me?" you tease, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"too much," he responds quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

#weird-bookworm #answered #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #hoshi imagines #hoshi fluff #hoshi scenarios #hoshi x reader #soft hours!

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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years

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I’ve had soft Shigaraki brainrot for days and this is my constant little daydream when I’m cozy in bed, so have it.

contains: gn!reader, cuddling, fluff.

"Nnmmh?" You let out a small hum as you're stirred from sleep by blankets rustling, your eyes blinking open when the mattress beside you dips with a familiar weight. You twist a little, glancing blearily over your shoulder. The light streaming in through the window is faint and diffuse, just enough for you to make out pale locks of hair. "Tomura?" you murmur sleepily. "What time is it?"

He clicks his tongue softly as he slumps down against the pillows. "It's still early.” His raspy voice barely rises above a whisper. "Go back to sleep."

Exhaustion is clear in his tone and his eyes, bagged and heavy-lidded. Sleep-addled though your mind is, that’s enough to spark a dozen worries, ones that are almost ever-present. Tomura comes when he can and leaves when he has to, days and occasionally weeks passing between visits. Then one day he’s simply there, lounging in your apartment when you return from work or slipping into bed beside you in the early morning hours. During his absences you can't help but fret, and that doesn't stop even when he reappears. Especially not when he so often returns looking worse than when he left.

"Have you eaten?" You rub at your face, trying to force your vision into focus, and then let your gaze scan over his cheekbones, and the hint of clavicle his collar reveals—angles that have grown worrisomely gaunt in the time since heroes rendered him homeless. "I can make you something."

You're already shifting to rise despite his earlier instruction, the gnawing need to take care of him far more compelling than your desire to sleep in. You make little progress in that effort to tend to the needs he ignores, however. Tomura grunts with trace irritation and then his arm slings heavy over your waist to tug you back down against the sheets, the warmth of his chest pressing to your back as he pulls you tight against him.

"I said go back to sleep," he grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. You can already hear the edge leaving his tired voice, can feel him relaxing into your body slotted against his own. The heft of your comforter settles around you both and his fingers dip beneath your shirt to trace idly over your ribs, his face nuzzling into your hair. Another second passes and then his arm tightens around you to coax you closer, his breath warm against the nape of your neck as he adds with a murmur, "Just want this."

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki drabble #shigaraki fluff #soft shigaraki #shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #ghuleh.writes

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rotonalhaitham · 1 year

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Alhaitham - You wanting me tonight feels impossible. (NSFW)

(Can we talk about how we completely forgot that some people said alhaitham betrayed us in the archon quest or... Yeah let's not it ain't true anyway) (i just thought it's funny)

More brainrot here,,, a proper scenario and most probably a nsfw one soon (that one is screaming to be finished in my drafts)

Warnings: NSFW-ish, not proof read as always, very short

(boner alert)

A very tiring day for the both of you. A week, rather.

It has come to that point where work is slowly coming in, resulting to start hell week. And to make it worse, it affects both of you.

But fortunately , your boss had decided to give you 2 days break for your hard work. And to Alhaitham.. Well let's just say he is the boss. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have alot of work to do despite the power he holds. He decided to also have 2 days break to spend with you.

Finally, rest. One thing you know for sure after laying down with Alhaitham in the bed is comfort and rest that you needed. Your tired and sleepy state had controlled over you, and didn't realized your hands are wandering. But even so, your palm seems to be craving for some warmth, something warm like Alhaitham's temperature. Like your hand has its own mind, you lifted your lovers clothes that is covering his stomach, slowly and gently touching his hard abs. Your hands slowly went down to his torso, which you two are already asleep to even notice.

The sunlight caused you to wake up from it's brightness and the warmness of it. You slowly open your eyes, getting stirred from you sleep, you felt big buff arms wrapped around your waist. It's like it wasn't just last night you we're spooning your lover, now you're the one getting spooned.

Not long after, you felt the love of your life pepper quick pecks of kisses on the back of your neck, it made you giggle.

".. 'Morning, habibti."

He greated, his morning voice vibrating through your neck as he buries his face into you.

"Good morning my love."

You lovingly replied. There's no more better morning than to wake up to your lover's arms.

A moment of silence occurred. Just the two of you cherishing each other's warmth and adoration for each other. Not long after, you felt something poke your back. After realizing what it is, you felt flustered. Did he really got a boner just from this?

"... Haitham?"

You spoke up. Expecting him to know what you're talking about.

The smart man he is, he knows damn well you felt him. It's almost a shame but after weeks of work he missed you alot. Everything about you, and every inch of you.

"I'm sorry... All I could think of these past few days is you, aswell as what I'm going to do to you once we get some proper rest. I missed you, yknow? That day has finally come... Now, could you help me with this?"

Oh, but how could you ever decline? He's the only one who's in your mind too.

#alhaitham #genshin x reader #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x you #genshin smut

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years

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Immortal Love

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Summary: Zhongli is troubled by some thoughts that are keeping him awake and you are there to pick him up again.

Pairing: Zhongli x (gn!) Reader

Tags: Angst to comfort, very domestic setting and fluff towards the end, Zhongli is having a bit of an existential crisis, Reader picks him up again and reassures him

A/N: The Zhongli brainworms are kicking in again recently so I had to drabble something for him because he is amazing. Shoutouts to @lychniis and @zhongrin for fuelling my Zhongli brainrot more again recently. Definitely check them out, too!! (I know you're not on my taglist so I hope you don't mind the tag x.x)

Zhongli shifted on the bed unable to find rest. No matter how hard he tried, sleep simply wouldn’t find him tonight because of the endless thoughts that were plaguing him. So he lay awake, turning to the side to watch the steady rise and fall of your chest, and listened to your calm breathing and occasional huffs as you slept peacefully. A fresh breeze wafted through the open window and past the curtains in your shared bedroom. He saw goosebumps rise on your arms before you curled into your blanket more with a satisfied hum in your sleep.

The moonlight from outside the window shone through a crack in the curtains. It landed on your form in a way that perfectly illuminated your features, wrapping you in an ethereal veil of liquid silver, contrasted by the molten amber-gold of his irises which continuously wandered over your sleeping form.

He softly placed his hand over yours, carefully tracing patterns over the back of your palm with his thumb and feeling your warmth under his touch, prompting you to smile in your sleep.

As he watched you lie there so peacefully, his heart suddenly grew heavy again, when the dim light revealed the fresh scar on your shoulder caused by a wound inflicted during one of your commissions for the Adventurer’s Guild not too long ago.

You had shrugged it off as nothing and had simply put a bandage over it with a nonchalant smile but Zhongli just couldn’t help but worry and be reminded how he could lose you in just the blink of an eye. He worried every time you got hurt, every time you fell ill and every time a wound healed again, letting him know again and again that your time was running out and he was yet another step closer to losing you. He often had to remind himself that you were still there, right now, by his side, so his worries and his heartache were unjustified, yet he knew, you were mortal and he was not.

He wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with you until bedrock turns to dust and until the sea dries out, but unlike his, your time in this world was finite and he was painfully aware that you didn’t have forever.

He had already lost so much in his life, one would assume he is used to it by now, but he was not, every time he had lost someone a big hole had been left in his heart, one that could never be filled again, for the person that filled it before was gone. And despite having to endure so much loss and grief before, never had he feared losing anything as much as he did losing you. Whenever it would happen, there was nothing that could ever prepare him to lose his anchor, his shield… the light of his life.

Day in and day out he was reminded of your fragility, of your mortality, of the things in this world that could potentially steal you away from him finitely, and there was nothing he could do about it. An illuminated being, a god like him, entirely powerless about the natural flow of life and it pained him more than anything he had ever experienced or was able to comprehend.

He suddenly felt hot tears spill and stream down his cheek, dampening the pillow he was resting his head on, as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek gently in your sleep. He could faintly feel your steady heartbeat under his palm and the warmth radiating off your body. You are still here.

You suddenly stirred in your sleep and drowsily opened your eyes, looking at him and smiling at him adoringly, nuzzling your cheek further into his hand.

"Hey. Are you still awake?", you croaked sleepily, equally reaching your hand out to cup his face, suddenly feeling the dampness of his tear-stained cheeks under your fingers.

"What's wrong?", you asked worriedly, gently brushing some of his brown locks out of his face with your finger.

"I don't want to lose you.", he said, his shaky voice barely even above a whisper.

"Hey, hey… what’s with this all of a sudden? I have no plans to leave, love.", you reassured, placing soft kisses on his nose and forehead and kissing his tears away, giving him a loving smile.

“One day you will be forced to.”, he wept softly. And at that moment you began to understand what it was, that was keeping him awake and it made your heart painfully clench in your chest, wanting nothing more than to kiss his sorrows away and tell him everything will be alright.

“Hey, listen! No matter what happens, I’ll always be here.”, you emphasized as you placed your palm over his chest where his heart was, feeling the steady beat of it under your palm. “Okay?”

"If this is a contract, you better not break it."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

You cuddled closer to him, burying your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and engulfing yourself in his warm embrace before drifting off into sleep again. With the arm he placed over your waist he pulled you a little closer and placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head, closing his eyes as well.

It was no use to dwell on things of the future in the present because all it would do was ruin the precious time he had with you and he’d do everything in his capability to show you just how much he loved you in the time you had together and make the best of it.

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