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norrizzandpia · 8 months

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can we get pt 2 of 34+35 where yn releases nonsense or positions, everyone is more confused because are we talking about the same guy?? in response all yn does is mention his thighs 💀💀

YES MAAM OFC I LOVE THIS STORYLINE

WHO IS OSCAR PIASTRI? (OP81)

Summary: Oscar and Y/n always loved to mess with the fans. Fortunately, the best way to do that is spill their sex life.

Warnings: sexual conversations, language

Note: THE THIGHS 😫😫😫😫😫 SO MANY WORDS NOT ENOUGH TIME 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

ynnn Nonsense out now! 💋

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osc81fan I- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

piaosc ARE WE SURE ALL OF US ARE TALKING ABT THE CORRECT MAN?

- mclarenpiaandlan YEAH WTF HOW IS THIS OSCAR

mclarensgirlll SHE DID THIS LAST TIME AND WE NEVER RECOVERED

- landonorris ILL NEVER RECOVER.

oscarpiastri ITS ABOUT MEEEEEEEE 🤭🤭

- danielricciardo we are aware.

- maxverstappen i think youve said that enough

- charlesleclerc YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE LITTLE OSCAR 😰😰😰

- ynnn definitely not LITTLE oscar 😏

- alexalbon STOP.

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ynnn maybe i lied? Lookin’ at him doesn’t have me thinkin’ nonsense, it has me thinkin…

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oscarpiastri my girlfriend everyone 😀

- mclarensgirlll hes probably giggling at his phone at this very moment

- landonorris and youd be right!

maxverstappen IM SO SCARED FOR MY LIFE

- danielricciardo WE CANT ESCAPE IT

- alexalbon HE PLAYS THE SONGS EVERYWHERE

- landonorris IT NEVER ENDS.

ln4andop81 anyone else curious abt what shes going to say on that podcast next week where theyre infamous for asking abt sex????

- oscpastry i bet you oscar will forever be changed for us

- mclarensgirlll he already is 🥲

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TWITTER

ln4andop81 IN HONOR OF 24 HOURS BEFORE Y/NS PODCAST EPISODE, DROP THE MOST SHOCKING LYRICS FROM NONSENSE DOWN BELOW

- oscpastry “you said you like my eyes and you like the make em roll” SOOOO BASICALLY WHEN WERE THOSE WORDS FALLING FROM OUR BABY’S LIPS????

- mclarenpiaandlan REAL BECAUSE HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS 😭😭

- mclarensgirlll I THINK THE LYRIC “opposite of soft” LET US KNOW HE IS WAYYYY MORE EXPERIENCED THAN WE THOUGHT

- piaosc DOM OSCAR????? FUCKING HOW. IN. WHAT. WORLD.

- ynnn this world! 💋

- piaosc IS THIS SOME SORT OF GAME???

- mclarenpiaandlan THE PATTERN IS PATTERNING

- mclarensgirlll ITS SO ICONIC MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT

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TWITTER

ln4andop81 hows everyone doing after that podcast….

- mclarensgirlll “WHO IS OSCAR PIASTRI?” trending on twitter makes me feel less alone after listening to Y/n’s tell all

- mclarenpiaandlan host: “whats your favorite body part of oscar’s?” Y/n: “his thighs” BY THEN I ALREADY KNEW WHAT WAS COMING BUT THE HOST HAD TO KEEP GOING host: *giggling* “why?” Y/n: “10 out of 10 for riding” I THINK MY BRAIN WENT DEAD FOR A SEC

- piaosc GIRLY KEPT GOING TOO host: “did you ask or, like, how did that come about?” Y/n: “well, he was just kind of sitting there, manspread ya know, and he caught on the minute he saw the way i was looking at him. Ive never see him so excited before.” *laughing* “i think he enjoys it more than me!”

- ln4andop81 no words. Host: “so he knows you like his thighs?” Y/n: “Oh my god, yeah! I hate him for it but he purposefully wears his shortest pair of shorts around the house so when he sits, that’s all I see. I’m telling you, Oscar knows how much I love his body and he knows EXACTLY how to use it.” Host: “what do you mean?” Y/n: “just that the shirtless photo i posted of him is one of many and the rest of them could not be up on the internet for longer than 5 seconds before being taken down because they’re borderline all pornographic” OSCAR???? BABY BOY??? WHO ARE YOU.

- mclarensgirlll BRO AND THEN host: “your new song, Nonsense, mentions things being more rough than soft. Is that really true with him?” Y/n: “Are you kidding?! The fans who think he’s super innocent and pure are in for some serious whiplash when i say that he is anything but that. He’s not Oscar when we’re in bed. He’s some alter ego who has no problem fucking against a random wall.” UHHHHHHHHHHH RUE WHEN WAS THIS????

- oscarpiastri now THAT is one thing i wont be answering 😊

- ynnn knowing myself ill probably reveal it in some song in the future 🤦🏼‍♀️

- mclaren maybe try and hold off on that one plz bestie 😙

- landonorris ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^🙏🏻

- danielricciardo ^^

- alexalbon ^^^

- maxverstappen ^

- charlesleclerc ^^^^

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 7 days

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Hiii can i request jamil, idia, riddle and leona have to fight with their s/o that been brainwashed (like a gas that brainswash ppl in a gas mask yk srry i cant explain things ;-;) by unknown enemy so they have to fight each other

Idia Shroud:

Horrible situation. Idia hated this trope. That’s not entirely true, watching the MC feel conflicted about fighting their love interest actually added a bit of interest into a story, but reality wasn’t the same. Idia didn’t feel anything ‘fun’ about this situation. Ortho was ready to take you down in an instant but Idia had stopped him, worried about him going overboard and potentially hurting you more than he needed to. He had already started to formulate a plan to overcome the brainwashing to at least subdue you, the only issue is mustering the courage to potentially hurt you himself during the process.

Idia has to tell you about how annoying that situation was after. He started ranting about games that just fell back on popular tropes for the sake of torturing their characters but eventually sighed, saying he had enough for an evening. He didn’t want to leave your side as much as he did want to disappear back into his room, wondering if there was a way to have you just stay in his room with him while you recovered.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil is tired of his bad luck, tired of the only things that brought him joy being taken away from him and then thrown back in his face like it was no big deal. His surprise is clear and for a moment he does think he’s pushed you away too much, that you truly were sick of dealing with someone who would never be able to go after what he wanted. It’s your choice of using magic against him rather than your words (which would cut deeper than any physical wound to him) that showed him there was something more going on, with you being a puppet on strings for some other being. He wondered if his unique magic might steal you away from them but it would be a shot in the dark, since you were aware of his ability (while the ‘you’ in this brainwashed state might not be).

Jamil is frazzled but relieved the situation is over. Looking out for both you AND Kalim was an exhausting feat, and he didn’t know why he added to his never-ending workload. He’s glad you’re back to your normal self, which still seemed to regard him in a positive light, allowing him to push down his worries for the future of your relationship a little bit longer.

Leona Kingscholar:

There’s no one who knew your weaknesses better than Leona but he couldn’t assume this would be a walk in the park. He didn’t intend to hurt you but he’d do what he had to for the sake of this situation ending sooner rather than later. Apologies could always be given after but there’s only so much he could take, seeing you like this, invisible strings attached to your limbs as you’re forced to turn against him. If he had been quicker he would’ve saved you from the invasive feeling of having your body controlled while your consciousness is present, and he forced himself to focus on the task at hand rather than the hell you might be living in as it would only make him angrier.

Leona didn’t want to talk about it when you were back tomorrow. He hit you with an ‘it is what it is’ and moved on to your wounds, minor as they were there was still some scrapes you couldn’t get away from. You didn’t blame him and he didn’t blame himself, but he’s still not happy about having you turned against him. You were his, after all, and losing your loyalty even temporarily dealt a blow to his ego that he was desperate to keep hidden.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is alarmed at how quickly the situation escalated, flinching when his words don’t seem to be reaching you. He’s not used to being on the other side of you in a fight, even if you were to practice magic with him it was never with ill intent. He finds himself fighting against being distracted, trying to think of you as a simple misbehaving student who needed to be collared. His unique magic did make it a little easier to wrangle you in but he’s wracked with guilt cutting you off from your magic when it’s not really your own actions that caused you to be punished.

Riddle is wary about talking with you after, until he knows the brainwashing is gone and you’re back to normal. He shuffled around the actual topic he wanted to bring up which was incredibly unlike him, a fact you pointed out before telling him in the kindest words possible to spit it out. He admitted seeing you brainwashed was disconcerted, and that he’d rather never see you as an enemy again. He knew it wasn’t your choice but he’d prefer you stick close to him in the future, just so he could stop the problem before it even began.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Leona Kingscholar #Jamil Viper #Idia Shroud #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Jamil Viper x Reader #Idia Shroud x Reader

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hyewka · 6 months

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Omg for your game beomgyu + hybrid ! Except he’s a bear hybrid since I don’t actually see it often despite him being a bear and though I love puppy hybrid gyu I want to see some bear gyu appreciation 😭🤭🤔

⭑ warnings; hybrid!au, switch!beomgyu, wolf!reader, mean femdom, dubcon, fwb, predator x prey, creampie, use of whore and bitch in demeaning ways, not proofread

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

you don't exactly know what the dumb cub's obsession with you comes from. you've never looked at him different than any other predator, and yet he has this weird big crush on you. does he know what's good for him or do all preys really just lack critical thinking?

"you're pretty," he babbles in answer of your question as you purposefully clamp down on his itty bitty thing. all it really has is girth. as expected of a bear.

"no duh. but i'm not the prettiest wolf out there so again, why do you like me so much?"

your eyes shoot open when beomgyu unexpectantly starts bucking his hips into your cunt, without permission. who the hell does he think he is?! you're about to curse him out, but as you lose your composure the faster he humps into your heat, he starts talking again.

"but y-you're the prettiest to me."

it's embarrassing how much those words have an effect on you. the heat that rushes up your cheeks is embarrassing, all of it is embarrassing, you're the one who's supposed to have him blushing and yet the dumb cub is the one having you so flustered. you manage to recover, quickly collecting yourself. you huff, taking it upon yourself to hold his wrists together over his head then using your right hand to trail under his shirt, pinching his nipples. that ought to teach him.

"ow! fuck! that hurt!" he shrieks, tears shooting to water his eyes.

"ill do it again if you act out little grizzly, sit there pliant or ill rip your little teddy ears off." he looks angry, frowning at you with his bottom lip stuck out like the baby he is, but really who is he to act like this? you're the one riding him and exerting all the effort while he sits against a tree. he should be grateful that you aren't a bigger bitch.

he looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps it in as his frown transforms to ecstasy, mouth agape as his brows knit together and god, his facial expression really has you horny, hoping you could at least cum from this too.

then he rips it away from you. again.

"gonna cum, keep going you're sooogood at this--h-ha fuckkk"

you blink dumbfounded, does he really think you'll let his dirty litter in your belly? god what a dumbass.

almost immediately you stop and his glossy eyes fly open, he really looks like the most precious thing as he tries and fails to hump you. "no--no fuck!"

you tsk, letting go of his wrists and getting off his dick, dusting off your top. "hoped you'd last a little longer," you murmur pulling your panties up, indifferent to the fact that you just ruined an orgasm for him and he's squirming to try and get his high back with his hand. you could tell he's failing.

it's almost like a power trip leaving the bear on his ass, ruined to shreds against the tree, hiccuping and panting, legs still spread like a whore-- you're satisfied with your work if anything. so you didn't expect to be hurled with your back against the tree, everything going so fast and seemingly out of nowhere, the light switch terrifying with how dangerously close beomgyus face is to yours, with your wrists pinned.

"god you're such a bitch," he growls lowly, and you shiver, for the first time seeing his canines in a more predatory light. "want me to treat you like one? throw you around and give it to you rough like all the asshole predators?"

you don't let your weakness show, trying to bury down your fear. "let me go if you know what's good for you beomgyu." you warn trying to stare him down with the same intense look. it's not as effective as it usually is because he doesn't stop, tightening his hold.

"want me to use you as a body rag? thats what you want right? will that get you to treat me better than a fucking second class citizen? fuck your pussy and breed you with my cubs?"

with every word, it's like venom, your nose flaring, you're pissed. but yet the last bit stirs something deep in you, it's all confusing. why're you into this? you like toys you can control, not someone so unpredictable. who is he to think he could speak to you like that anyway? just because you haven't killed him the first chance you got and kept him around your circle he's acting out like he's better than you, like you've wronged him. you sneer at him.

"i could brush my knee against your dick and you'd buckle to your knees gyu, that's how weak you are. you wouldn't know a thing about fucking me like a bitch." you whisper, keeping the demeaning smile on your face, trying to ignore the feeling of his nails digging into your skin further and further, no doubt bruising.

you expect it, him attaching himself to you again. no matter how much you get a little mean, his lips still crash onto yours, rough and greedy and grossly passionate, like he's trying to convince you of something. it's different this time, he's not holding back, slipping his hand down your pants not wasting any time to rub at your clit, not waiting for any instructions and your body is reacting.

"so wet." he sighs into the feeling of your pussy, squeezing in a second, then a third. "what a whore."

he's fast, he's experienced with his fingers, he knows exactly what you like and it's all your fault for instructing him this entire time. he always had a glint to his eyes, like he'd snap and take you himself. and you guess today was his last straw.

"fuck, beomgyu, i-i'm gonna cum.." it's humiliating, but your pussy clenches around his slender fingers, and you could hear him whimpering, like this gets him off too. even when he's the one in control, he's still as desperate.

suddenly, like your warning is the call he's been waiting for, he turns you back to have your body against the tree, and you know he wants to go along his promise to breed you. suddenly you feel the emptiness of his fingers, and you're about to complain before he takes both your wrists in his hand, having them behind your back, his dick proding your entrance. "ready bitch?"

"beomgyu i swear if you cum inside of me-"

he doesn't listen, of course he doesn't. your tits bounce with each and every thrust and you just hope to the gods that nobody finds you like this. he's totally gone savage, trying to drill his cock deep into your pussy, whispering all sorts of filthy words. if everything before wasn't a big whiplash this was it.

even when you orgasm around his dick, he isn't satisfied. "beomgyu-fuck! stop please it h-hurts-"

"im not stopping until i have your tummy filled. ill make you have my babies." he says with so much conviction, his breath staggering.

"for the last time we can't breed dumb cub!" is what you wish you could say but all you're capable of with the mush state of your mind is intelligible moans. he's as fast and ruthless, playing with your tits when he can, not missing a second to kiss all over your neck.

you've lost to beomgyu of all people, how humiliating.

note; I haven't read over this but hopefully it's okay, crossing my fingers 😭

#✶ ━━ rana ; answered #txt smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hybrid smut #🌷. rana thoughts

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hitomisuzuya · 9 months

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Decoding Scara. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluff. Some humor. Soft Scara. AU

a/n: I wrote this cause we all want someone to take care of us when we are sick. One of my dad's girlfriend's kids gave me this gnarly awful cough. Kid doesn't even cover his mouth 😭 I don't want this shit, no one does. Next on deck is Diluc smut. I should be on the last legs of this shit.

Achoo!

Scaramouche cringed.

You'd sneezed. You were sick. You had been for a few days now. Thing is, you were too proud to admit it. Sometimes, he thought you were more stubborn than he was.

Your cheeks looked flushed with fever, you sounded congested. You hadn't slept all that much because of it.

And Scaramouche had had enough of your shit. It ends now.

"Tch. Stop it, it's painful to watch you," He scoffed as he watched you from his spot on your bed, crossing his arms.

Up for a game of decoding? When you are dating someone like Scaramouche, you had to really listen to hear what he means when he talks. It's a weird thing for you to explain.

Decode: Please come rest, you are very sick and I am worried for you.

You rubbed your eyes before you looked at him. You looked so tired. "No, I still have things I need to get done," You said, giving him a soft smile before turning back to your laptop.

Scaramouche promptly got up, and closed your laptop. He rolled his eyes when you sputtered in protest. "No you don't. You look like you are going to drop dead any second now. "

Decode: It can wait. It's more important for you to get better.

You tried to open your laptop again, but Scaramouche kept his hand on your laptop to hold it closed. He picked you up bridal style and carried you over to your bed.

It really really freaked Scaramouche out when you got sick. He'd lost someone who he considered a younger brother to illness. He would be damned if he lost you like that too.

He wouldn't be able to bear it.

"I'm taking this," He picked up your laptop, and tucked it under his arm before he walked over to your bedroom door. "And I am locking the door from the outside while I am gone at the pharmacy."

Decode: Please stay in bed and sleep while I go get you medicine.

You knew there was no use in protesting. Scaramouche tucked the blankets around you, giving you a quick kiss before heading out to the pharmacy. He really did lock the door.

This boy, as soon as he got to the pharmacy, he grabbed one box of every cold medicine on the shelf. If one didn't work for you than you had others to try. The cashier gave him an odd look. He knew it looked totally shady.

"Fuck off, my girlfriend is sick," He snapped, glaring at the cashier. Unfortunately, the cashier didn't know how to decode Scara at all cause he didn't know him.

There was no reason to decode that one though.

After some coaxing and bickering, the cashier rang him up just so he would leave. That was fine with Scaramouche. He didn't like idiots holding him up, especially if they were preventing him from getting back to you.

Next he went to the grocery store. He bought various soups that would help sooth your throat, and a variety of teas, scoffing when he took a box of hot chocolate mix off the shelf. He despised sweet things, but he knew it would make you feel better.

The only sweet thing he didn't despise was you.

"Sc-Scara, what did you do? Buy the whole pharmacy?" You asked with wide eyes when he tossed the bag full of cold medicine onto your bed.

"Practically, just shut up and take your medicine. I also got you that mud you like to drink," He said, sitting down on your bed.

Decode: Take your medicine. It will make you feel better. I also got you hot chocolate because I know you like it.

Scaramouche spent the next few days hardly letting you get up for anything, making sure you took your medicine, and making you soup. He watched movies and TV shows with you, he would never admit it but he absolutely ate up reality shows for their drama.

Needless to say, once you recovered, you had your hands full taking care of Scaramouche when he caught what you had.

He would still kiss you even if you were sick.

#genshin impact #fem!reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n

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stressfulsloth · 1 year

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I really do think it's interesting that the way DE discusses ableism gets ignored by a lot of the fanbase. Because Harry is undeniably disabled and that's a core conflict of the game. He's living in an impossible situation that so many disabled people get caught in; he's physically disabled, even more so by the end of the game after being shot, but even at the beginning of the game he struggles with nerve damage, post-polio syndrome, partial paralysis in his jaw, withdrawals, and that's not even starting on the mental illness. He is sick and cannot ever properly heal under these circumstances because he cannot stop moving forward or he will start to sink. He's living in poverty. He has no safety net. No way out of the RCM. That night in Martinaise before the beginning of the game, he tries to quit- throw everything away. He tries to end his own life and drive his car into the sea because he cannot fathom a future where he's able to get out of this alive when he's so intrinsically bound to this abusive institution that he can't escape from.

And then comes Jean, deliberately forbidding anyone from jogging Harry's memory out of spite and anger, refusing to allow anyone else to help, calling him a fucking idiot and a psychopath, asking if he can go to the toilet on his own, telling him that he doesn't deserve his disability pension because it should go to cops who gave a shit instead (nevermind that Harry has been working at burnout pace for years, he's an addict so his contributions are essentially worthless, right?). He has a conversation with Judit, right in front of Harry, on whether or not he has learning disabilities.

This guy is a very interesting character! And I'm not denying that he's likely dealt with consequences at work from Harry's illness. But he also fulfils the narrative role of being a mouthpiece for the suspicion and even outright aggression that addicts face even while trying to recover. He fulfils the role of a representative of the RCM, with the ability to approve or deny Harry’s return and in turn essentially sentence him to a slow death in the seaside village. He is not there to help; he is there to judge and observe, and then blame Harry when things go bad even though his inaction is at least in part responsible for the deaths during the tribunal. And this is all very deliberate! The RCM, and by extension the Coalition, as an organisation is failing both its officers and its citizens- Jean, by extension, is one of the officers being failed! They are underfunded, overstretched, overworked, and shouldn't even exist in the first place. The expectation on partnered officers to provide emotional support to each other is ridiculous. But instead of directing his anger upwards towards the Coalition airships or superiors at the RCM, he directs it outwards, towards 'the liberals' or towards Harry, who as a disabled addict is a pretty convenient punching bag.

His vitriol towards Harry is not supposed to be sympathetic! At least the way I read it, you're not meant to look at him and think 'oh wow Harry's struggle has been so hard for him.' You're meant to question his language, to think more deeply about how society treats addicts, how punitive measures are never going to help someone get sober, about the importance of safety nets.

#disco elysium #idk man its the social murder game people keep saying this #this is not to say that youre never meant to sympathise with jean or question Harry's actions either #like clearly pre-martinaise harry did some pretty terrible things that's undeniable #but can we do some more blaming the occupying government and structural issues for Jean's issues #and less villanising one of the best portrayals of addiction that ive seen in a long time?#please?#harry du bois #personal #suicide tw #DE rambling

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n3ptoonz · 3 months

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Hello! I saw your most recent headcanon list thing with the Earthrealm guys being caught Slonking it Silly Style™ and uh. I was just wondering if you'd be willing to do something similar with the Outworld guys as well? Obviously you don't have to if you don't want to, but I think it would be neat! Thank you so much in advance! I love your work :)

deep, dramatic sigh. (kidding anon tysm i gush over comments like this ily smoochhhh) also the terminology made me laugh out loud ty for that

Shang Tsung

kinda sorta didn't gaf. who's to say he didn't want you to hear him. the world may never know

you were to report to him about some findings for his experiments and there he was, leaning over the table and straight up cranking it over a bucket (he's odd like that) honestly when you acknowledge your own presence he's like... can i help you?? you see i'm busy???

but at the same time he's like hold up i have a fine specimen here to help me out here...he's leaving here with SOMETHING (studio laughter)

Rain

i don't think he'd care either if you walked in on him. in fact, he might welcome it. he's used to having his own space, but he doesn't mind sharing it with people he's ok with being around. yes that includes you (is it only you? not even he knows yet)

day 8163 of using Rain's arrogance to push my narrative that he's not only in love with himself but how he looks in the mirror. you definitely walked in on him wanking it in the mirror and he'd freeze but recover so quick

ain't no way you're leaving here after you just caught him though. how else will his problems get solved? you went and made him hard all over again!

Reptile

syzoth has two, let's get that out the way. AND he uses both hands for them LMAOO

president of syzoth is a lil subby bitch society. so when you catch him tugging on both and reduced to a pathetic mess from his own hands??? he's frozen and quite literally has no clue what to do. he's sweaty, there's tears in his eyes, and his fangs are much more pronounced than usual

once you give him the green light that you're into whatever tf he was just doing watch him crawl over to you on all fours and hug your legs, practically begging you to touch him

Havik

expect this smug fuck to claim he wanted this to happen. dude was hunched over and going at it behind his own desk, grunting like a cave man who discovered self pleasure for the first time

1000% expect him to demand you help him, but instead it's after he froze for like 5 seconds and then tried to play it off

he would also be internally shocked when agree to finish the job, but on the outside it's like "that's what i thought...now get over here" whole time he's jumping up and down and twirling in his brain

Reiko

it's already rare that he has time to himself and definitely RARELY has time to be with you for an extended period of time, so you catching him when you wanted to surprise him with your presence it triggered his fight or fight LMAO

legit laughed at the thought of him jumping up from his chair hands ready to be thrown...but his dick is swinging PLSSSSSS

he's like well shit now he deserves your help after you almost got two pieced by your own boyfriend...but who's complaining?!

General Shao

this man weirdly reminds me of bowser sometimes. with that being said i think he'd do a BUAHA as a shocked sound when you catch him thwoping the schlong

as much as i can't fucking stand him he does look a lil better in this game i will admit. i'm not gonna sit up here and lie, he def has a HUGE wanker innit. so you didn't miss shit when you walked into his chambers

he would also demand your help. but if you have a lil push back just for fun, he'd eventually say please and be all soft and shit. why? cause it's you god damn it!

Baraka

let's be fr. truly i do not think mk1 baraka would masterbate simply bc he's like depressed all the time😭but for the sake of shits and gigs, ill humor y'all

let's say he hasn't seen you in a while and misses you dearly. he knew you were on a quest for a while, and he was very pent up... so what better way to release stress other than sparring! oh. not enough? time for another type spar 😈

if this were old baraka i'd say he has two 👁️ but since this version of tarkat is a disease let's say it made the skin around his wee like ribbed or something ya SO when you caught him he was in a straight up panic and apologizing profusely but once you calm him down and tell him you're glad he missed you so much, he's like oh shit...well help me out then...only if you want to!

a/n: i did it y'all FUCK. my bad for taking so long to release this i'm a perfectionist to a fault💀

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skynapple · 2 months

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What if MC looked different from her past lives, will he connect the dots?

Xavier x MC [A03 link]

Prompt from @nobodys-saviour: "If MC didnt look the same as her other lives do you think they’d still recognise her. [Would] Xavier?" [x].

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Xavier did not make a habit of making strong connections in his various "lives" he'd lived on Earth. The less he knew about mild acquaintances, the less there was to remember, making it easier to focus on more important things and details. Thus, his opinion of his new colleague was varied at best.

On some days, she surprised him with strength and fervor. On other days, her youthfulness presented itself, especially when chatting and gossiping with her work friends. Finding out they were neighbors was more of an irritation to him, since it presented the danger of her attempting to get to know him. He had half a mind to move when he realized she was persistent in attempting to get to know him, despite his frequent attempts to ignore her. There were times she tried to leave nice, neighborly things at his doorstep. He rarely, if ever, answered, and kept conversation polite but brief. It was merely the way he protected his many identities over time. If he had to sum it up, he thought she was nice, but a little meddlesome.

One day she came over feigning illness for some kind of game with her colleagues. Truth or dare? How childish. Xavier didn't have time for such trivial things. He let her leave with a small token of his, and sent her on her way.

He didn't understand her obsession with getting to know him. He could feel her eyes on her when he was in the office, and hear her asking questions about him. Occasionally she'd be texting him random articles when he still had no idea how she got his number. He passed her once while she was on another job while he was on his day off. Only out of the corner of his eye did he notice she was handing their coworker Tara a keychain. He had no idea how she noticed him quite literally all the way across the street with his hoodie over his head.

"Xavier!" She called out to him.

He almost wanted to pretend not to hear it.

"What is it?" He asked flatly.

"I made these for a few people at the office. Do you want one?" She was asking.

Tara nearly cut her off with excitement, holding hers up to show him.

"Look at it! It's so cute!! She's so talented. I had no idea she could make stuff like this!!"

He blinked at it - a little teddy bear keychain.

"No thanks." He noticed her disappointment and quickly tried to add, "Not really... my thing."

"Oh! Totally. But I can make other stuff!"

"I'm good." He replied quickly. "...Sorry."

And that was that.

Other than those brief instances, she never crossed his mind. His mind was occupied with his missions, with his goals, with her, the one from so long ago he was always thinking about. It was heart-wrenching thing realizing that he was beginning to forget her appearance, the scent of her hair, the rhythm of her laugh. The last time he'd seen her was centuries ago now. Late at night before sleep would befall him, he would see a flash of her in his mind, but it was never clearly visible. It terrified him. He wished he could draw so he could save some semblance of her appearance. Yet, all he had left of her was her lightseeker badge, and a little star.

After pulling an all-nighter in the no-hunt zone, the moment he began to turn back, another Wanderer attack came. His senses sharpened only briefly, launching himself skillfully at its weakest points, light evol creating a shower of light in his stead. Despite his skill, his body was not as responsive as he would hoped. The Wanderer swung large and struck his abdomen squarely and launching him several meters down. He gritted his teeth as his back connecting to the forest floor below them, wincing sharply at the pain and the wind being knocked out of him. In his moment of weakness, his lightsword had flung from his hand and landed a ways from him.

Before he could recover, the Wanderer launched back up, growling at him almost as if to sneer at Xavier's vulnerability. He began to brace himself for the effort of teleporting himself to his lightsword, which was normally a simple enough thing but now would require more excruciating effort through his brain fog and injury. Just when he was about to do so, a voice rang out through the night sky.

"Hey, ugly!"

A glint caught his –and the Wanderer's– attention as a woman stood off to the side.

Oh.. no. He thought, grimacing at the thought of anyone else not only holding his lightsword. The fact, too, that it was this specific colleague and caused a feeling of cold dread and irritation to course through him. There was no way this would end particularly well.

Then time froze.

She was swinging the lightsword up to the sky, resonating with it in a way that normally only he could as its rightful owner. Had she always had a resonate evol? He hadn't remembered if he paid attention to that when Jenna briefed him.

Maybe he was just tired. Maybe it was the moonlight and the setting in the forest that felt so starkly familiar. Maybe he had been yearning too long. In that moment, he thought he saw her.

She swung his sword like it was her own, with skill that had certainly taken him hundreds of years to master. Fearlessness and ferocity in her eyes that he hadn't seen in anyone else. She had a quality of dash.

He came to and stood, knowing there was no way she would defeat the large Wanderer on her own, but with her providing enough distraction, he could deal a final blow.

"Hand me my sword!" He called out to her.

"Here you go!" She lept over to him and handed it over, drawing her twin pistols afterwards.

For a split moment, the Wanderer examined them, he knew it was gearing up for a strike.

He looked at the sword in his hand and then to her, tired eyes giving way to clarity. One last push.

"Swords of the stars." He said quietly, almost a weakened whisper to himself as he rose it to strike a final blow, as if crying out to her to give him a bought of strength.

"We must always point in the same direction." She whispered back, replying in a literal sense as she pointed her guns at the Wanderer. The shock nearly stalled him but he was too focused on the task at hand.

Together the Wanderer came down in a flash of light.

As he reached out to collect the protocore, he examined it only a moment before turning back to her in disbelief.

"It's you."

She looked at him quizzically. "Duh, it's me. Xavier, I don't understand why you keep leaving me behind. We're partners! Maybe don't head into the no-hunt zone by yourse- Xavier!!"

The man was collapsing, finally giving way to the stress, shock, injury, and sleepless state his body had been in.

When he closed his eyes he could hear her voice, feel her arms around him and she dragged him to her hunter bike. The pieces of her personality and mannerisms began to come together.

When he awoke in a hospital bed, he at first panicked, having specifically avoided hospitals for particular reasons. Jeremiah would have his work cut out for him later. His next thought was,

She's...here?

There she was, staring out the window in the hospital chair beside him.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, noticing him staring. "You're awake. Good! I brought you some fruit. And this!"

She tossed him a small object and he caught it, a number of emotions coursing through him as he examined it.

"What's this?"

"I know you said you didn't want one, but I made one for literally everyone, even Jenna, so it felt kinda weird. I know you said bears weren't your thing, so I guess I tried to think about your light evol? A star's pretty close, right?"

He couldn't help but smile. "It's close... I guess."

She laughed, and it was the first time he paid attention to the rhythm.

She's here. She's right here.

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It’s Warm In (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: swearing · pet names · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) · bit of PWP ngl... Word Count: ~4k | AO3 Summary: You try to spend an intimate, relaxing evening with your boyfriend a handful of months after his rut. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: A sort of part 2 to It’s Cold Out & Rut because i love these two and i’m weak !!

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Smut Warnings: unprotected intercourse [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · snowballing · a barely even present breeding kink

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

< You: hey handsome < anything you want from the store < ?

> Chris 🐺💕: hey pretty baby > just want you > really really been thinking about you all day > couldnt get the sight of your plump lips around my cock out of my mind > fuck > been driving me nuts > ill be home as soon as i can

Smiling to yourself you continued your walk down the aisles in the grocery store, shaking your head slightly, taking items as you went and dumping them into your cart. This morning you had woken up late to get ready for work, but that hadn’t stopped you from tugging your boyfriend into the shower and sucking him dry.

Because Chris was your boyfriend.

As soon as his rut had passed and you had had a couple of days to recover–because holy shit, you really had to take a lot those days–he had taken you out on a date to the seasonal fair, tugging you along to the many different rides and games, winning prizes for you, you winning prizes for him–all as he blushed profusely whenever you gave him a gift or whenever your hands brushed as if he hadn’t shoved his monster cock in you repeatedly for a few days in a row a couple of days prior.

By the end of your date he had kissed you deeply under the fairy lights that littered the roads on your way back home, asking you ‘would you like to be my girlfriend, pretty?’ as if you hadn’t let him call you ‘his’ repeatedly countless times in the past week. You had said yes, because you would’ve been caught dead before you said no to this man.

In the handful of months that followed you discovered that he was a good boyfriend–not perfect, because nobody is perfect, but it was pretty close to it. Chris was responsible, funny, supportive, he made sure to make you feel included, and he cared. It honestly should’ve been a bit sad that the bar was so low, but it was, and he was jumping fifty metres over it.

During his rut, you came to find out in one of your talks in between waves that even if you weren’t a werewolf yourself, Chris’ pheromones had affected you then. You hadn’t even known before that your body was capable of producing such amounts of fluids, almost as if your body was trying to make it easier for you to take a knot, never in your life had you felt that horny either. You liked to think of yourself as a healthy young adult, with healthy young adult needs and wants, but the level of desperation for cock during the duration of his rut had truly been out of this world.

When you commented it to Chris he simply said, ‘Yeah, I heard about it from my friends who have gone through their rut with regular humans… If you think about it, it makes sense. Werewolves have been mating with humans for centuries, not only with other werewolves, so makes sense our species have evolved for this’.

You must admit that once your hormones calmed down after his rut and you were able to think properly again, you had been slightly worried. Chris had been scenting you, and he did confess he didn’t like you smelling like other men, which could’ve potentially meant he would be overly possessive and controlling. You were pleasantly surprised, though, that that wasn’t the case. Never once did he try to stop you from doing absolutely anything because other men would be there, if anything, he encouraged you to leave your shared home and have fun as much as you wanted–although Chris did cling to you as much as he could whenever other men came close to you while he was there, which you admittedly didn’t care much about.

‘Just because I’m biologically fucked doesn’t mean I’ll keep you from leaving the house, you must live your life, just like I live mine’, Chris had told you when you voiced these worries to him, adding a ‘besides, at the end of the day you’ll always come back and I can be all over you and get the pleasure of scenting you again, it’s a win/win!’ which had made you laugh.

You did decide to make an extra effort, though, asking him for some items you could take with you when you went to work or school or to your friends’ to keep his scent on you, which made him blush and get shy and giggle because ‘wow, my pretty baby wants my scent on her? You’re so good to me, I’m so lucky…’

That morning after you blew him in the shower, he had attempted to go down on you, but you had to turn him down since you were running out of time, which made him pout and whine and complain because ‘I want to satisfy you, babe. Please…’ But you wouldn’t let him, instead promising to let him have his way with you all night long tonight if he wanted since you both didn’t work on Saturdays, meaning you could sleep in.

> Chris 🐺💕: on second thought > could u bring a bag of those small brownies u got last time > ? > really fancy some

You chuckled at the message, manoeuvring the shopping cart to turn back to the baked goods section.

< You: sure thing baby < anything you want

> Chris 🐺💕: 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤💜🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 > 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

When you finally made it back home you put away what needed to be in the fridge and freezer and left the rest on the counter, deciding to put it away later after you got to rest a bit. It had been a tedious day at work, and you had only gone grocery shopping because Chris had gone to the store the past three times, so you felt like you needed to contribute.

A hot shower and two face masks later you felt alive again, like a person–not like a robot crammed in an office. Putting on one of Chris’ hoodies, you threw yourself on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling all social media platforms you had an account on to get some boost of dopamine to satisfy and distract you.

Two hours later, your boyfriend finally made it back, spotting you on the sofa as soon as he came through the door, a big smile plastered on his face making his eyes disappear. Chris dropped his backpack right there, making a beeline to where you were already waiting for him on the sofa with open arms.

When he dropped himself on top of you with a grunt, you couldn’t help but let out a minute ‘oof’, your limbs coming to wrap themselves around him, pulling him into you as you peppered his face with kisses, making him giggle. ‘Welcome home, darling’ You mumbled to him as he came to place a kiss on your lips, his hands going under your body to cup your bum and pull you to him.

“God, what a long fucking day…” His mouth descended from your lips to your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses there while his hand squeezed your buttock. “Rest here, babe. I need a shower urgently, desperately”.

You chuckled, your limbs releasing their hold around Chris’ body so he could stand back up to walk towards the entrance, picking his backpack up from where he had thrown it and making his way towards his room to start his nightly routine. You did as asked–not like you had any plans on moving from this spot any time soon anyway–picking up the remote and turning the TV on to find something relaxing to entertain you while you waited.

You’d come to learn that non-rut-driven Chris liked to take his time with you. He’d edge you and tease you and make you squirm in bliss even before he got to actually penetrate you–and you would let him, because why wouldn’t you. If you ever were desperate enough for some quick relief you knew that you just had to look him in the eyes, muster the firmest tone you could to beg and he’d have you coming undone in seconds, but most of the time you’d just let him do whatever he wanted–just like you were doing now.

“So soft… So pretty…” His hands dragged from your neck, to your chest, to your belly, your thighs, and back up–his fingers softly digging on your skin as they went, while his cock eased itself between your folds, stretching you open further than his fingers had in the past hour.

You were already a trembling, sweaty mess by this point, his mouth and his fingers alone having had their way with you enough for you to still feel the aftereffects of your orgasm lingering on your skin, feeling tingly. Chris didn’t look one bit as worked up as you, which was not surprising. His supernatural capabilities made it so he barely even broke a sweat, but you did enjoy seeing the deepening flush on his chest and his face as his length buried as much as it could within your core.

“You’re pretty…” You commented absentmindedly, his flush deepening slightly at the comment. Taking your hand in his Chris brought it to his face, resting it on his cheek with his hand above yours while the other held onto your waist, his hips starting to move back and forth.

Your sofa had seen you two fucking more times than you could count; the thing was wide, spacious–enough to keep a pack of eight werewolves comfortable when they hung out. It was warm and cosy and you would lie if you said you didn’t like it when he fucked you here. You wondered sometimes if the others would be able to smell it when they came over, if they did, you didn’t care one bit–not like they didn’t know what went on behind closed doors anyway.

As soon as the rest of his pack found out about you two they had started to tease Chris incessantly–not you, though. They smiled warmly at you and told you how happy they were for you, but you came to find out from Seungmin that they all knew Chris had been harbouring a crush on you for the longest time, and they loved to tease him for it. ‘Why do you think we were calling you mum?’ He told you at the time with a chuckle, to which you just pouted, mustering a mock-hurt tone, ‘and here I was thinking you guys actually liked to come to me for help…’ to which he quickly replied ‘we do! We just love teasing Christopher more’ which had made you both laugh and made Chris stare daggers at the both of you as he poked his tongue out.

Chris’ hips kept that tantalisingly slow pace, as if his cock was trying to savour every single centimetre of your walls. Your thumb moved, swiping over his bottom lip briefly as his tongue peeked from between his lips to land a couple of tentative swipes on the tip–almost like he was urging you to push it into his mouth. So you did, feeling his plump lips close around the digit as his eyes closed and his eyebrows scrunched together, his hips stuttering slightly–but he recovered quickly.

The air left your lungs the moment Chris’ eyes opened again and stared back at you, swallowing thickly at the sudden deep stroke against you. His hand moved away from yours, bringing it instead to your shoulder to keep you from sliding up as he moved. Removing your hand from his face you brought it close to you, sucking the thumb into your mouth to get the taste of him, all without breaking that borderline dangerous eye-contact you kept with him.

“You’re playing with fire, pretty baby…” The hand on your waist moved, dragging all the way down for him to push on your pubic bone, the pressure making you whimper.

His hip movements were slow, but they had you moaning softly as soon as he started moving, your chest heaving as one of your hands reached to hold onto his on your shoulder and the other gripped the cushion under your head. Licking your lips, you bit back. “I’ve been playing with fire since the day I moved to a werewolf den, babe…”

“Oh?” His hand moved from your shoulder, laying it on the side of your neck while bringing one of your legs to rest against his front with the other hand–settling on your thigh after to grip the flesh as he started to thrust harder, but still slow, the sudden change in angle earning him a surprised moan from your lips. “So all this time you had been trying to rile me up on purpose?”

“Ma–maybe”, fuck, you really could feel him in your throat when he went deep into you, the motions stealing the air out of your lungs every single time and making your eyes flutter and your abdomen clench.

Of course you had been riling him up on purpose. The moment you had realised that you had developed a crush on him you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to get a reaction from him. Looking him in the eyes, wearing questionable outfits when you hung out, or walking around the flat in skimpy pyjamas, sometimes not even wearing underwear underneath. But Chris, good boy Chris, had never even noticed you had done all those things with intent, much less did he make an advance–not until that afternoon when his rut hit him unexpectedly, at least.

“Is that why you’re looking me in the eyes right now? To rile me up? Pretty baby wants me to go feral and try to secure my position in the pack?” Chris chuckled, the hand on your neck moving further up, reaching your cheek to rest on for his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip briefly, only for him to push it into your mouth.

You held his gaze, your tongue licking his digit in your mouth while the pace of his hips picked up, going faster than before but not quite fast yet. You couldn’t help but moan, your eyebrows scrunching together as you struggled slightly to keep your eyes open, which made Chris huff out a chuckle.

His thumb popped out of your mouth, swiping the remaining saliva over your bottom lip and your chin. “I just–Shit, so good, baby…” It was becoming harder and harder to construct coherent sentences, your mind clouding with every clash of his hips against you. “I just like your eyes…” The expression on his face changed, going from that smug look he had when he challenged you to something softer, warmer, and it made your heart flutter. “The–Fuck… The fact that it riles you up is just a bonus, babe”.

Chris laughed at that, removing his hand from your cheek to bring it to your other leg so he could push it to join the other resting against his front. Placing a hand on the sofa for support, he tilted forward, just enough for your hips to angle a certain way under his weight, letting his cock hit that area within your walls that made you arch your back and moan repeatedly. “What a troublemaker… Not even remotely scared of the big bad wolf, hm?”

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head slightly. Heat spread over your face, the new position making you clench your lower abdomen, your eyes fluttering shut as his pace picked up, moving much faster. How could you be scared of them? Of him? You had already trusted him in one of your most vulnerable states, there was no space for fear in you.

Chris’ free hand held onto your legs, your flesh dipping under his tight hold. “Mmm, so pretty. My pretty girl…”

“Chris…” The movement of his hips was getting faster, and, as you stared up at him, with your eyes hyperfocusing on those lips of his, you couldn’t help but feel an urge. “Feels… Fuck. Feels like a criminal offence that you’re not kissing me right now…”

His hold on your legs relented, letting you move them to wrap them around his middle as he leaned into you, his mouth finding yours in a mess of lips, teeth, and tongues while your arms circled his shoulders, one of your hands tangling in his hair as Chris kept himself up on one forearm, the hand on the opposite arm sneaking below your body to hold your buttcheek. You truly felt insatiable when you held onto him like this, feeling him on you, in you, all over you… It’d never be enough of his mouth, of his hands, of his hips and his cock, never enough of him.

His grip on your rear tightened the longer he pounded you, maybe a bit too tight, but you didn’t mind, if anything the more it tightened the more you moaned, the sounds filtering through your kiss. His lower abdomen was stimulating your clit constantly, while his werewolf cock stretched you open, working you up and steadily building your impending release in just the way Chris had learnt how to do it.

When he pulled away from your mouth, his eyes found yours, the lack of a barrier now letting your whines and whimpers run freely from your mouth, joining the sound of your hips colliding as well as the low sounds playing from the now ignored TV in the background and the pitter-patter of rain against the windows of your home. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hips started to move even faster, harder, his grip on your buttock finally relenting just slightly.

“Open your eyes, then. Look at me, love”, his face was close, so you found his eyes with ease. His gaze was enticing, so dark and loaded with all the lust you undoubtedly knew he had for you and you couldn’t help but tremble as soon as you locked eyes with him. It was intense, maybe too intense, that familiar itch sneaking under your skin, urging you to look away. “Don’t you dare look away, pretty. Look your alpha in the eyes just how you like to… Look at me while you cream around my cock”.

Your whole body shook with your release, soft whimpers falling from your lips as warmth spread from your lower abdomen to every single crevice of your body, goosebumps rising on your flesh. You managed to keep your eyes open, the flush you felt on your face deepening under Chris’ heavy gaze.

The after effects of your orgasm weakened your hold around him, letting Chris pull himself from your embrace with ease, his cock leaving the comfort of your tight walls for them to be replaced with his hand, pumping his length right above your lower belly. “So fucking good for me–Fuck!”

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you felt his warm seed painting your body, covering your entire torso from your mound to your chest, some of it almost landing on your chin as the most delicious, most sinful sounds left his mouth. You loved to hear him moan and grunt and groan and any time he came you couldn’t help but let yourself enjoy those sounds, your swollen core clenching around nothing as you bit your lip and more heat crept onto your face.

Chris was panting heavily, his face and his chest were flushed and he looked down at you with so much care in his eyes you couldn’t help but blush further. Eyeing your body up and down for a second, his tongue peeked out from between his lips, only to finally dip, licking a long stripe from your belly, between your breasts, until he reached your chest, effectively collecting some of his seed in his mouth.

Taking a hold of your face, with your chin now resting in his palm as his fingers lightly dug on your cheeks, he leaned in, pushing his tongue into your mouth for you to lick his cum off of him. All you could do was moan, holding onto him as you lapped him up. It was not the first time he had made you eat the results of his climax like this, and it would certainly not be the last, you liked it too much. You truly had hit the jackpot with the supernatural boyfriend who produced an ungodly amount of fluids and had little inhibitions when it came to the bedroom.

“Fuck, babe… You’re gonna kill me one of these days”, you murmured against his mouth, completely breathless.

Chris just laughed softly, moving away from your mouth to pepper kisses around your face–your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids, your chin, anywhere he felt like kissing, all while his fingers brushed over your now soiled body, only to finally reach your heat, easing two of his fingers between your folds to get at least some of his seed into your cunt.

“You’re so good to me, pretty…” Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he left kisses on your neck, too–his body shuffling a bit to finally let his fingers out of you and lay comfortably on you without crushing you, completely uncaring of his cum sticking to him.

Holding Chris in your arms as your hand sneaked in his hair and softly caressed his scalp was possibly one of your favourite activities, especially after sex. It made you feel warm and fuzzy and you knew it made him feel that way, too. ‘If werewolves could purr, you’d certainly be purring now, baby’, you had told him once, which had only made him further bury his face in your neck and his ears turn a cute shade of pink.

A sudden frantic knocking reverberated in your flat, breaking your little bubble and disrupting the comfortable silence that had settled between you two, making Chris groan. “I can’t believe them… Right now of all times…” He rubbed his face on your shoulder, while you simply chuckled, patting him on the back.

“You should answer, darling. Whoever it is clearly needs you enough to knock this much”.

With a dramatic sigh, Chris removed himself from your space, reaching for his discarded vest top on the floor to wipe the cum sticking to his abs, his chest, and his chin, handing it over to you to do the same while he walked towards the front door, still pretty much butt-naked.

Chris opened the door slightly, ajar enough just to peek his head around and see outside. “We’re fucking, what do you want?” Annoyance rolled thickly off of him, and his comment made you laugh from where you were laying on the sofa.

“Sorry, man, but I really need to talk”, you recognised the voice on the other side of the door as Changbin, the man completely unfazed by Chris’ comment–which didn’t surprise you, considering how common this exact situation had become in your life.

“Can’t it wait like… Two hours?”

“Two hours?!” Changbin shrieked. “No it cannot wait two fucking hours! It’s really urgent!”

Chris sighed, and he shot you an apologetic look. You just smiled at him, gesturing for him to carry on. “Fine, give me a few minutes”, with that, Chris closed the door, coming back to you on the sofa, picking up his discarded shorts as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby. We’re gonna have to pick this up later”.

Shaking your head, you placed a kiss on his cheek, truly feeling okay with it. “No need for apologies”, standing up from the sofa, you picked up the hoodie from the floor, holding it to your chest as you walked past your boyfriend, making your way to the bathroom. “Pack matters are of the utmost importance, babe. You can’t leave our pups hanging”.

“Fuck, I’m trying not to fuck you”, Chris came to your side, smacking your rear playfully as you continued walking. “Don’t go all ‘Pack Mum’ on me, I’ll seriously need to leave Changbin standing out there if you do”.

You just laughed in response, a soft blush spreading over your cheeks as you finally made it to the bathroom so you could clean up the remnants of his cum from your body.

Author’s note x2: if you’re curious as to what Changbin needed so urgently, you can take a look at Finding Comfort in Autumn :)

Constructive feedback is always welcome !

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

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IT WILL BE OKAY - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 2.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend (yes, the one and only, yoon jeonghan) is being stubborn and refusing to admit that he's sick

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!jeonghan, established relationship, domestic

warnings: slightly suggestive, but it's all just teasing.

rating: pg-13

a/n: i recently ate some chicken dumpling soup from one of my favorite restaurants and it had me thinking about how svt would act when they're sick. okay, when i say svt i mean jeonghan. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy this fluff! titled after it will be okay by yun ddan ddan (i had no idea jeonghan recommended some of his songs? he has taste! also this ep brought me back to 2018) thank you a bunch to @toikiii for being a beta reader for this fic!

The lights were on when you entered your apartment, which surprised you since you thought he would already be sleeping. You placed the food you picked up on the kitchen counter next to the stove and swiftly headed to the bedroom. Jeonghan was sitting on his favorite chair, preoccupied by his phone. You could tell he was listening to music by the way his body subtly swayed to the rhythm of the song.

“What are you doing?” You asked only to be met with no response. He was evidently absorbed in the music and couldn’t hear you. Noise-cancelling headphones are a blessing and a curse, you thought to yourself before tapping his shoulder to alert him of your arrival back home.

“Y/N, my baby’s back!” He takes off his headphones at lightning speed and goes in to give you a kiss, a greeting that has become normalized between you two. You put up your hand to stop him in his tracks resulting in your boyfriend having a quizzical look on his face.

He pouts, “Why are you depriving me of our daily greeting?”

“Your fault for being on your phone,” You reason curtly.

Jeonghan’s bewilderment with your mood only grew bigger because you just got home. He couldn’t figure out why you were upset with him. Nevertheless, he resumes his usual chatter after work and shows off his new AirPods Max that Seungcheol gifted him.

“Seungcheol had these shipped to the apartment and they came a couple hours ago, he said it was a gift since he lost the game that we bet on last time we went to CHEERS Pub,” He chattingly tells you, happy to see you after a long day.

You belatedly notice the new condition of the headphones resting on his shoulders. Creating a mental note to send an angry lengthy text to Jeonghan’s friend for gifting it while your boyfriend was sick. He did need new headphones though, his last ones only had one ear that worked properly.

“You mean the bet you cheated on?” You grin, used to his dirty shenanigans when hanging with his friends.

“Shh, all Seungcheol thinks is that the bar’s cue sticks were faulty,” He shushes you, making you both recall the chaotic night of pool that took place. There was never a dull moment with Yoon Jeonghan as your boyfriend.

You realize that he still doesn’t know that your neighbor Joshua texted you earlier. Joshua informed you that he heard some coughs through his wall that sounded painful. Without Joshua’s text, you probably wouldn’t have known about Jeonghan’s sickness until he had already recovered. Unlike popular belief, Jeonghan typically doesn’t like getting attention when he’s feeling unwell. Well, he likes getting doted on by anyone but you. He feels it’s a huge inconvenience for you, since he knows that most of the time you’re stressed out about work. You’ve tried to change his ways by telling him you’re his partner and it hurts you to not know he’s ill. Yet, each time he’s been ill he’s managed to hide it from you. This time though, now that you’re aware, you can’t sit and do nothing. You won’t.

You bought rice porridge from his favorite restaurant and although he usually ordered cheonggukjang, the rice porridge was definitely more fitting for his current state. He smelled the heavenly fragrance coming from the kitchen and stopped talking about his headphones to investigate. He strolled over leisurely with you close behind him.

“What's this?” He wonders audibly while opening the bag and becomes confused while looking at the food in front of him. What occasion calls for rice porridge?

His confusion turns into worry, “Is my baby sick?”

He darted over to where you were on the opposite side of the counter and put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Yet again, he’s left feeling immense confusion since you feel fine.

“Cut the act, Yoon Jeonghan.” You groan, attempting to also feel his forehead with your hand but he dodged your touch before you could do so.

He knows you mean business, since you brought out his full name. Still, he didn’t want to cave in and think that you had somehow sensed he was ill.

“What act my dearest Y/N?” He feigns ignorance with a smile, trying to preserve his artificial naivety to the situation. Your eyes were fixed on something behind him, causing him to sharply snap his head back. Not noticing right away, he shrugs at you so you simply point at the trash can by the sofa full of used tissue.

“Do normal people use that much tissue in one day, Yoon Jeonghan?” You rhetorically ask, feeling successful in collecting evidence of his illness.

He scurries to hide the tissue but realizes it’s too late. Every attempt to get back to his relaxed composure are failures. Nonetheless, he moves the trash can behind the sofa’s arm to hide it in hopes that you wouldn’t bring it up again.

You clap your hands victoriously “Ha, I got you!”

Well technically Joshua did, but seeing Jeonghan flustered was a rare occurrence so you wanted to take the credit and remember it. You also needed to thank Joshua for his helpful intel, but that was for another day. Turning serious again you returned to the food and started pouring the porridge out into a pot. You knew that he liked his food hot, but having piping hot food wasn’t the best idea when he’s as sick as he is. Still, lukewarm porridge quickly becoming cold porridge was definitely not what you wanted to give him. Warming it up on the stovetop, you were clueless to his presence behind you.

Jeonghan was lurking behind you and checking your process by looking over your shoulders silently. He knew that you tended to tune out the rest of the world when you were focused on something else. Your intense concentration skills are something that he loved about you.

Today you were more attentive since he was sick and you quickly noticed him behind you. Also, trying to breathe behind someone silently when you have a congested nose is impossible. No matter how hard he tried to be quiet, his labored breathing could be heard, especially given the close proximity he was behind you. Turning around, you frown at him while lightly caressing his cheek with your free hand.

“Sit down on the couch, please. No phones, no headphones,” You requested, surprising both of you since he was usually the assertive one between the two of you.

So that's why you were grouchy about me being on my phone, he thought to himself. “Is that what my baby was brooding about, hm?” He sang out to you, walking to the couch in compliance.

“But Y/N, I swear I’m not sick-” He tried to deny his sickness, mainly because he doesn’t want to worry you. Secretly, the smallest part of him also really wants to listen to music with his newly gifted headphones, but luck wasn’t on his side.

He breaks out into a coughing fit before he can even finish his sentence. Defeatedly taking a seat on the couch, he extends his arm out for the tissue box on the coffee table next to him.

The burner on the stove was turned low to simmer anyways so you filled up a glass of water and rushed over to the couch, concerned for Jeonghan.

“Hannie, it will be okay but please rest and let me take care of you.”

“But I’m fine, really.” He bluffs. He tries to return to his music, giving you a weak smile to reassure you but you softly take his headphones off his ears and sit down on the couch next to him.

“If you don’t use these or your phone until you get better I’ll buy you whatever legos you want,” You promise, hoping that would be the final motivator to discourage his music listening for the night.

His face changes completely, brightening up at your words. That’s an offer he would gladly accept. Seeing you so close to him for the first time tonight, Jeonghan’s able to see your disheveled hair and forehead with a few beads of sweat slowly rolling down your face. His face does a complete reverse from the brightened appearance it had with the mention of the legos, darkening enough to make one think you broke his pet rock. Did you run home?

“You were really concerned about me, huh?” He holds your hand in both of his, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for not listening to your requests earlier.

“Of course I was. I got a text from our neighbor that you were coughing and then you weren’t replying to my text messages. My supervisor made me work overtime so I couldn’t even rush home early to you,” you spill out, tears now falling off your face, mixing with the sweat droplets.

“You texted me?” Now it’s his turn to be concerned as he pulls out his phone one last time, checking his messages and seeing no recent ones from you. He scrolls hurriedly, turning his phone to show you. Although he figured it’s his phone’s fault for not delivering your messages he only feels more sorry, hugging you with one arm and wiping your tears with his other hand.

You opened your own messages, only to see that none of the messages ever sent.

“I hate my work’s wifi so much,” you sigh, still embraced by Jeonghan on the couch. He consoles you a bit more as your breathing returns to normal. You stay like this for a while more before remembering the porridge was still on the stove, “It must be boiling hot!”

Jogging back over to the kitchen, you taste a spoonful of the porridge and are relieved at its mild temperature. The simmer function has to be one of the best inventions. You pour it into a bowl that you made for Jeonghan on one of your first dates. His mug ended up wildly deformed and became large enough to function as a vase. But, you never knew ceramics could be so much fun. Jeonghan was always the one planning your dates and he always found nice activities to do. He was a large part in the fun factor of your pottery memories, the reason that your apartment was crowded with your amateur creations.

“Baby, do you want to try this?” You inquired, stopping your reminiscing.

He comes over to the island in your kitchen and takes a seat on the stool, eating a spoonful of it.

“You got it from my favorite restaurant didnt you?” He fondly looks up at you while enjoying another spoonful of the porridge.

“Mhm,” You hum, grabbing your order out of the plastic bag. You reached in the sink for a bowl that you could’ve sworn was still dirty, only to see the sink was empty. You were going to do the dishes once you finished work, which means the empty sink could only be attributed to Jeonghan. He did the dishes before you came back even though it was your turn, and in a sick condition at that. You leaned over the sink and gently grabbed his head to give him a kiss on the forehead. He was still holding his bowl of porridge and stayed quiet for a while, unsure but grateful towards what he did to warrant your affection.

Thirty minutes later, Jeonghan and you were both finished with your dinners and feeling full. You were playing with his hair as you both rested on the sofa, sitting and enjoying the quiet. Still have plenty of time to aid him back to health, you thought while glancing at your work bag. You were glad you stopped at the convenience store on the way home practically buying everything known to man to make him feel better. Cold medicine? Check. Calming tea? Check. Fuzzy socks? Check. You could tell he was getting sleepy since his body heat was warming you up as well, nearly making you fall asleep.

“Jeonghan, can you move over slightly so I can get up real quick?” You whispered, careful to not disturb his relaxed body next to you. He silently obliged, immediately flopping onto your empty space to cling onto any of the lingering warmth your spot might have.

You walked to your work bag which you left in the bedroom, grabbing a cooling patch since you could tell he still needed to break his fever. Holding it behind your back with both hands, you sauntered over to the couch.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan nervously asks while getting up from his lying position. He was used to that mischievous smile on your face. It was a smile that rivaled his own scheming one, an aspect that initially attracted him to you. But now, he knew better than to view that smile as charming.

“Just making sure you get your daily greeting, even if it’s delayed,” You reply, watching him stand up from the couch.

“But you’re going to get sick,” Jeonghan stumbles on his words, trying to hide how flustered he was. Still, you were walking over to him with a stare that left him breathless. Your greeting was typically just a quick peck, what were you planning to do to him?

Your smirk only grew wider as you saw his flustered expression, well-aware that he didn’t know what was behind your back. Soon enough, you were face-to-face with Yoon Jeonghan as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. You took one hand off your grip of the cooling patch, using it to push his chest. He was caught off guard so he fell backwards onto the couch. He gulped at your actions, still not understanding what was happening. You wanted to be face-to-face with him, so you placed one of your knees in between his legs and bent down to reach his eye level.

“Y/N, seriously what’s gotten into you tonight?” He giggled, loving every second of it.

“Nothing,” You replied, leaning even farther, enough for him to close his eyes. He was expectant and you knew he would immediately sulk.

His eyes reopened to reveal a blank stare looking back at you. You backed away from the sofa, content with your placement of the cooling patch. He slowly touched his forehead to be met with the cold sensation from the patch and his blank stare became a sullen look.

“Why am I getting no kisses today? Don't you know you shouldn't tease a sick person?” He complained, making your predictions correct.

You shrugged at your boyfriend, “In my defense, I did give you a forehead kiss during dinner. Like you said, if I kissed you for real we would both get sick. We need to have at least one breadwinner to pay the bills, right?”

He whined, “But, I’m going to work tomorrow too!”

“Like hell you are, I already called in for you,” You refused, finding your place on the sofa next to him again.

“The sooner you feel better, the sooner I’ll buy you those legos…” You trail off with your reminder, extending a hand out for him to get up. If he was going to fall asleep the bed would be a hundred times more comfortable than the sofa, and it was getting late.

"You should be tucked in, but not too much that you can't break your fever," You explain, helping Jeonghan into bed as you headed to the bathroom to change into pajamas.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N. I won’t hide it anymore when I’m sick,” Jeonghan promised you, making you grin at his stubbornness crumbling away. You couldn't see him, but you could tell he was blushing by the timidness in his tone.

“See, being cared for isn’t that bad, is it?” You point out, crawling into bed next to him.

“Not when it’s you,” He mumbled with a soft smile, drifting off to sleep.

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