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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 10 days

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You Belong To Me - LN

Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

In honour of Lando driving around Monaco blasting Taylor Swift but...it's dark and much more twisted 😁 Also this one is shorter than the others...but I hope you still like it 😅😭

Summary: Y/n doesn't really like feeling like Lando owns her. Lando knows he owns her and he likes to leave a mark/evidence.

Themes/warnings: Possessiveness, marking, smut/somnophilia (requested), drugging

No part 2 requests please

Lando doesn't care if y/n feels like property with him, as far as he's concerned he does own her and he treats her pretty damn well in giving her a life that millions of others could only dream of.

He sighs tracing the very light bruises on her hips, he didn't mean to hold her that tightly and she always promises she doesn't feel any pain in the moment. Which sort of means he doesn't feel the need to not leave those marks. In fact he loves seeing them.

"You know one day someone is going to see those and they're going to ask if I'm ok."

"And you'll tell them the truth. That you're better than ok." Lando smiles completely uncaring. "I don't care if other people see them anyway, then they know who you belong to me."

Y/n sighs having given up on that argument with Lando and somewhat accepted her role in that he does own her. Everything in her life is paid for by him, the roof over her head, travel, clothes, food, anything she needs he just goes for it.

Despite the dislike of feeling like he owns her. She does finding herself wanting his touch, maybe not so much the marks that come with it. But when she feels him touching her, there's a sort of settling inner peace that sits in her chest over the feeling of him there with her.

"They could see much worse." Lando states and while it sounds sinister it's nothing of more bruises unless you count the gentle bites, none of which actually hurt or swollen lips from heavy kisses. "Anyway, next time you don't want there to be evidence you belong to me. Don't go chatting to some random men in the paddock and let them flirt with you."

Again. Better not to argue. Lando won't accept that he's wrong. Arguing about it is only frivolous.

"I love you." Y/n states instead making the young man smile at her.

"I love you too baby and I always will.” Lando smiles gently taking hold of her throat and using the position to turn her head and pull her into a kiss. “Now find something nice to wear. I’ve got padel with Max, George and Alex. I want you there.”

Aka he doesn’t like that she was “flirting” with some guys in the paddock and now she’s not allowed out his sight until he decides otherwise. Usually it’s a good couple months in which he refuses to let her be anywhere without him unless he’s working in which case there’s one of three occurrences.

1. She’s locked in the apartment, the hotel or his house back in England. All dependent on where they are.

2. She’s condemned to feigning illness and staying in his drivers room for “rest” while he’s busy

3. She can sit in the garage, usually as he’s easing up with his control over her every move

It’s sounds bad because it is, but at some point the option to leave was also beyond her control and completely within his control.

The two get up, despite y/n just wanting to stay in bed. The urge to keep him in a good mood gives her the motivation to push herself up and out of the bed.

She pulls on a tennis skirt and polo top that fits tight to her skin. Finally she shoves on some AF1s because who can go wrong with them? (i actually own 5 pairs and just bought another pair bc…i can)

“You look nice baby.” Lando states appearing behind her with a heavy gaze and low voice.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles lightly feeling his hands fall to her waist, perfectly placed over the marks he's left there through her clothes.

Lando loves how y/n looks when she's asleep, so peaceful and soft and actually quite happy. He's sure she smiles more in her sleep than she does when she's awake.

Especially when she's been...aided in her sleep.

Lando doesn't like to label it as drugging, because she takes it with the knowledge of what's going to happen. She knows what she'll wake up to and even in the early days when she tried to voice her dislike of his marks and possessiveness, when he first drugged her, she never fought him on it.

Her body shivers subconsciously at the feel of the cool air from being exposed from the blanket. Goosebumps raising on her skin as she lets out a sigh, as if she'd considered fighting to be awake for a moment but gave up as soon as the thought passed her.

He leans over, kissing down her body before he reaches her pussy and is overcome with the need to just devour her.

Unbeknownst to her, much like she's become addicted to his touch, he's addicted to the taste of her and he'd happily drown in it.

Y/n is certainly more sensitive and somehow easier to please when she's asleep, it's almost as if not being conscious and able to focus makes it so much easier to accept the pleasure.

But there's nothing better than just pushing inside of her, he's in a state of ecstasy. Though that's no different to usual.

"Fuck, baby." Lando groans beginning to thrust in and out of her.

Whines pass her lips before she clearly begins to edge towards an orgasm of her own, her back arches up and her pussy practically sucks him in, pulsing around him and triggering his own as he fills even ounce of cum he has spill into her in a hot rush.

Y/n lets out a breathy moan followed by a whine when he pulls out, a heavy feel of satisfaction.

He could easily go again, in a few minutes, and just leave her stuffed full by the time she wakes up.

So that's exactly what he does before finally feeling spent and almost in pain so he gets up and leaves the drugs to wear off.

It takes till the late afternoon before y/n finally stirs awake, groaning at the gentle ache of her body. Out of habit, she reaches down feeling the crusted and dried cum that's leaked out onto her thighs.

She curses at herself for feeling herself for being turned on by it. Anyone else would feel used and taken advantage of. But Lando's moulded y/n to be the way he wants her, which is compliant to his every want and need. No matter how extreme. The fact she's not just compliant but finds herself attracted to him more for it, is just a nice addition.

Eventually she gets up, wrinkling her nose at urge to actually just spend the rest of the day lying in bed and not moving.

"Hey...I was wondering when you'd be up." Lando smiles as she appears in one of his hoodies, covering up just enough that she's not surprised when Lando's hand moves up her inner thigh when she leans over to give him a kiss.

"I was going to shower and then head down tot he shop to grab something to eat.

"Is it ok if I shower and go down to the shop for something to eat?"

"You don't need to shower right now, just go down to the shop, it's not far." Lando states with a smile making her refrain from grimacing. He really wants her to go out with his cum very much present in and on her body. "Grab my card and just throw some of my joggers on. You'll only be quick."

Y/n smiles and nods then leaning down to kiss him again.

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angelofthenight · 4 months

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Kenchanted Pt.1

(Ken x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Lost in the chaotic and gritty human world, you come to Ken’s rescue. He’s determined to find his one true love who is also lost in the human world, Barbie, and despite your cynical and pessimistic view of “true love”, you help. You and Ken’s views of life and love are constantly clashing and arguments constantly follow. Yet the more time you spend together, you both begin to fall in love with the epitome of everything you once disagreed with. But you are both promised to others and you are from two different worlds, pink and grey.

Warnings: Swearing, V brief harassment (nothing intense), YN thinks Ken is mentally ill/disturbed, Mentions of police

( Super special thanks for my pookie mutual @detectiveapparatiagreen for proofreading for triggers💖 )

Word Count: 3.5k

Tropes Used: Grumpy x Sunshine, She fell first/He fell harder, Slow burn, Unexpected/Unintentional pining, Fantasy vs Reality

( This is based off the Disney movie Enchanted so it’s kinda like an AU, with a touch of Warm Bodies and Aquamarine. Also I named YN’s boyfriend after Oppenheimer in honor of Barbenheimer but I just realized that a Robert is in Enchanted too😭. Also this is steering off a bit from canon in the Barbie movie to cater more to Enchanted’s storyline so Ken doesn’t become a typical man/antagonist.

And lastly YN is basically Ken’s opposite personality-wise and clothing color palette-wise, I typically always have all my YN’s fashion style ambiguous in my stories unless it’s a direct effect to the story so that’s why I’m just forewarning )

Table of Contents

(R/n) = Roommates name

“God, learn to have a little fun, bitch!”

You flipped out your middle finger over your shoulder as you walked away without looking back at the man near the bar. Despite your platant rejections and constant explanations that you were about to leave the club, the man that approached you with sexual intentions still ran his mouth on how you should let him buy you a drink. You endlessly declined and when he began to grow impatient and rude that’s when you told him off and marched off to find your roommate, (R/n), in the crowd who had gone to retrieve your coats.

The music thrusted into your eardrums and rumbled your brain so intensely you wondered if you’d be able to get away with calling off work the next morning. You leaned against a wall to take off your heels, leaving your feet in just your pantyhose as (R/n) reunited with you holding both hers and your own jacket in her arms. She laid your jacket over your shoulders and you instantly huddled it around your short dress to prepare to step into the breezy, rainy night.

“Of course the night we finally have the energy to go clubbing is the night we have work in the early morning.” (R/n) chuckled into your ear as the two of you left through the doors in giggles. Once out into the storming outdoors, (R/n) and you stood by a wall under some shade as she began to order an uber through her phone to get you guys back home. You yawned as you people watched while you waited for her to order, letting your eyes wander and linger on the LA characters that either rushed past you with jackets over their head or walking with umbrellas.

Some you could assume were clubbing like you, some ran to catch cabs, some looked to be just getting out of work. Each person that crossed your line of vision were all different and unique… but there was one specific individual that made you do a double-take: the bleach blond man wearing rollerblades and blindingly bright neon that stood out in the dark night.

He was sitting on the curb of the sidewalk getting drenched by the rain with his head in his hands, seemingly sobbing dramatically. You frowned in concern and curiosity. You faintly nudged your friend. “Is that guy okay?” Your friend looked up at you with confusion until she looked over to where your eyes were locked. She wasn’t as worried as you and simply brushed him off. “Huh? Oh… Just leave him to it.”

That offered no apathy to cease your attention on the bold man. You just couldn’t brush him off no matter how hard you tried, it was like you were feeling this magnetic pull towards him. “I’m just gonna go check on him.” You told your friend as you stepped into the thundering storm with your hand acting as a shield above your eyes to prevent rain hitting them, and began walking towards the perfectly tanned stranger.

You stopped once you were right next to him, the cold droplets of water quickly dampening your styled hair. “Hey. Are you alright?” You said, loud enough for him to hear you over the rain.

The bleach blond thrashed his face out of his hands to look up at you with tears endlessly flooding out of his blue eyes and his lips trembling. “No! I am not alright!” He loudly wailed out. “Barbie got arrested! And they wouldn’t take me with her! I tried to follow them but then I got lost in this humongous place! But while I was wandering I discovered that men on horses rule this world and at first that seemed so awesome but I still couldn’t even do anything because I need a bunch of papers to do stuff! And even though I am a man, people are still not being very nice to me!”

He already lost you a while ago with his fast yet confusing words which prompted you to stare blankly, but his last complaint resonated with you enough to erupt a chuckle from you. “Yeah, well, welcome to LA.”

The man halted his dramatic crying to stare at you with his watering eyes lighting up. “Thank you.” He breathed out with a sniffle and a grateful tone of voice. Your smile twitched down and your brows furrowed at him.

“And I lost my visor cap! And now I am leaking from my eyes!” He suddenly exclaimed as he touched his wet cheeks. “But the worst part of it all is…” he reached up to grip onto his soaking wet blond locks, “my hair is WET! Why is the sky sprinkling water and making my hair flat and squishy?!” He yelled and physically jumped and yelped like a child when lightning cracked in the sky.

You didn’t mean to just stare blankly stare at him with your mouth slightly open and your eyebrows slightly furrowed, but you just didn’t know how to react to how this man, who you were now assuming wasn’t right in the head, was acting. “You mean the rain?” You finally asked with multiple confused blinks.

The man harshly sniffled again. “Well, I HATE the rain!” He yelled while glaring up at the sky like he now had a vengeful grudge against it.

You kneeled down next to him to be at eye-level. “Do you have your phone with you? Or any money?” The man wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I’ve never owned a phone.” He looked back over to you, the rain dripping down his face washing his tears away. “And what would I need money for?”

You blinked, dumbfounded in its rawest form. You just stared at him again with a complete loss for words at his question. You looked him up and down, taking in every neon detail on his skater outfit. You probably looked like you were seeing an alien for the first time. “…Do you need me to call somebody for you?”

He vaguely chuckled with a small smile as he looked at you like you were the weird one. “I don't think they'd hear you from here.” Again, your jaw went slack at your loss for words; intense confusion baffling you. “What?”

You glanced around, trying to find some sort of camera crew. Your eyes returned to the blond man who cradled his knees to his chest and reached up to touch his wet hair. He was pouting and wearing the saddest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen on a grown man. You needed to help this poor, troubled guy.

“What’s your name?” He took his hand out of his hair and released his knees, letting his legs fall straight as he looked at his neon strain roller blades. “Ken.” “No, like, what’s your full name?” You added. He tore his eyes off his feet to look back at you. “Kenneth or And Ken.”

You forced an awkward laugh and smile as you tried to hide how you were beginning to lose your patience. “No, what’s your last name?” Ken gave you another weird look. “How many names do you people have?”

Your frown began to deepen as your annoyance began to grow visible in your features. “…So it’s just Ken?” You asked, a slight snap to your voice. “Well it’s usually Barbie and Ken.” Ken explained with a pep to his own voice. Your brows crinkled, “You keep mentioning Barbie. Like the doll? Are you named after Barbie’s boyfriend Ken or something?”

Ken shook his head with a toothy smile. “No, I am Ken.”

‘This guy must have escaped from the ward.’ You mentally noted. “Where exactly are you from, Ken?” You asked, hoping to get a solid enough answer to help you navigate where he needs to get to.

“Barbieland.” Ken answered without hesitation, leaving you once again baffled. A loud thunderclap snapped you back into your senses as the rain began to pick up. You looked over your shoulder at (R/n) who pointed at her phone, trying to tell you the uber was about to pull up. You looked back to Ken who returned to sadly staring at his rollerblades and clutching his sopping wet hair.

You pursed your lips together, deep in debating thought, until you let out a groaning sigh. You rose to your feet and draped your jacket over Ken’s head and shoulders. He looked up at you with surprise and opened his mouth to say something but you strictly cut him off. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” You instructed him before rushing over to your dry friend.

“Okay, so Boris will be picking us up in a gray Toyota and I’ll just request what you owe me on Paypal-” “I think we should take him with us.” You cut (R/n) off as she watched the tracking map on Uber, her eyes snapping up towards you. She glanced over at Ken getting pretty comfortable in your jacket on the sidewalk curb before looking back at you with an eyebrow raise.

“(Y/n), what?” Now she was the baffled one looking at an alien over how out-of-character your request was. However, a smirk stretched across her lips. “Usually I’m the one wanting to bring home strange men at night.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a glare. “It’s not like that.” You glimpsed over your shoulder at Ken.

“That guy is the farthest thing from my type as you can get.”

You turned back to (R/n). “And you know I would never do that to Rob.”

(R/n) visibly cringed and shut her eyes, holding her hand up to stop you. “Ew, I’ve told you before I don’t like to hear that guys name on girls night.” You slapped her hand out of your face. “We’re not gonna have this argument again right now.” You grumbled, knowing how passionate (R/n) was about verbalizing her distaste for your boyfriend Rob. She shook her head. “We’re not because you didn’t say his name.”

You sighed, dismissing that whole rift in the conversation. “I just can’t leave him like this. He’s lost and confused and will get sick in this rain.” You explained to your roommate who didn’t seem to even mind. “As long as I don’t have to give up my room or share my morning waffles and we lock our bedrooms. And if he ends up being a thief or murderer or rap-” You cut her off.

“He’s not staying the night. I just wanna get him out of the rain and send him back to whatever mental institution he came from. He is not staying the night.” You stated with a stern expression. He’d be out of your apartment quicker than he got there. It’s not that you didn’t have room for a guest, other than prioritizing you and your friends safety, you just didn’t want to take care of this crazy man any more than you had to.

After (R/n) told you you’d be taking the heavier load on the overall cost, you hurried back over to Ken who was still wrapped up comfortably in your jacket. You planted your hand softly on his shoulder, grabbing his attention rather quickly. “Come on, Ken. You can get dry at my place and we’ll try and get you home.”

Ken’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and tried to stumble up to his feet due to his rollerblades before you grabbed his muscular arm to help him up safely. You pushed away the observation of how tall he actually was when he stood up to focus more on wheeling him over to the Uber (R/n) was waving you over to.

Ken skated circles around you and (R/n) as you walked down the hallway of your apartment building as he talked your ear off. “-and then we had to ride a snowmobile through the snow, which was very cold and not good for my hair. And then that’s when we rollerbladed into Venice Beach. Barbie did not like your world by the way, like within the first second we got there her mood instantly bummed out. And then-”

As soon as you got him seated in the car, he instantly began telling you how he got to that sidewalk curb that somehow involved his whole life story. You tuned him out about halfway through, you just couldn’t comprehend what he was telling you; Barbieland, Barbie, disco parties, Kens, Barbies, beaching, Mattel, a portal, Barbie’s flat feet, horses.

It was crazy to you. His story, his words, his personality, his clothes, quite literally everything about him. You nearly began to regret picking up just another LA nutjob on the street.

“-and now I’m here with you tired looking ladies in this kinda ugly, gloomy building. They should paint these walls a brighter color. Like pink! Or blue!” Ken joyfully said with his wide smile never faltering as he continued to skate down the halls. His upbeat energy was beginning to sicken you.

He started to skate backwards to continue talking into your annoyed face. “But don’t worry, I'm positive that Barbie is already out of jail and looking for me. No doubt by morning she'll come and pick me up and we’ll go home and the two of us will finally kiss under the stars.”

A snigger finally cracked out of you. “Right.” From the snippets of his story you paid attention to, it didn’t sound like this Barbie girl he kept talking about was all that interested in him. You wanted to press on about that but knew you’d just be met with blind stupidity.

(R/n) seemed to be having the opposite reactions and opinions from you as all she did was humor his story and laugh at his jokes. What was entertaining for her was agitating for you. “Well all I can do for you is let you in for a minute so you can dry off.” You asserted as you neared your apartment door.

“Thank you!” Ken chirped out, still clinging to your jacket that was still wrapped around him. “So if she’s (R/n), what’s your name? You never gave me it.” You told him your name and he repeated it out loud, testing it in different voice tones which annoyed you even more. ‘I just need to last another hour or two and then he’s out of my life and out of my sight’ you kept telling yourself to keep your composure.

You finally reached your front door and began to fish out your keys from your purse. You rustled through your stuff and held back your exhausted groan, digging through to find them. Ken’s vibrant neon color palette still blinded your peripheral vision. You fleetingly glanced over to him, “What is it with this outfit of yours anyways?”

Ken looked down at his clothes with a confident smile and placed his hands on his hips. “You like it?” Your brows furrowed together. “No, it's just… I thought you said you didn’t have any money.” “I don’t. Clothes just come to me.” Ken said simply as you finally found your keys.

“Like people give you clothes or you design them?” (R/n) questioned. “No, clothes literally just come to me.” Ken stated with that bright grin still intact with his lips.

You stared at him with that ‘are you serious’ expression. “Why don't we see about getting you a car.” You quickly said before you unlocked your front door.

(R/n) approached you in a fit of giggles while you sat at your dining room table scanning over a map for places to drop Ken off. She grasped onto your tense shoulders as she tried to regain a steady breath after her stomach-hurting laughter from something Ken had previously told her.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Can’t he sleep here tonight?” She asked you with a pleading smile. You didn’t spare her a glance and shook your head like a strict mother, your eyes still remaining on the map. “No way.”

(R/n) sighed in disappointment and was about to go back over to the couch where Ken was sitting all wrapped up in towels until she caught the sight of him leaning all the way back into the couch. His eyes blissfully closed and his mouth open enough for a vague snore.

“Um, (Y/n). He looks really tired.” She whispered down to you. Your eyes shot up to see the couch from where you were sitting to witness Ken already fast asleep. “What? Oh, no. That's not acceptable.” You stood up, the intention of physically hurling him off your couch flaring your imagination.

“Are you really gonna make him go?” (R/n) asked sadly with a pout. You turned to her with a glare. Of course you had to be the only sensible one, taking on responsibility. Sometimes you felt like the only adult in a world full of children, the only one with a stable head on their shoulders. “Just go to bed. I’ll handle this.” You asserted.

(R/n) delicately grabbed your arm before you could march over to him. “He’s so funny though, and he seems pretty harmless.” You sighed and turned to her with a softer tone in your expression and eyes. “(R/n), he is a seriously confused and troubled man who's fallen into our laps. All I want to do is get him home.” You explained as plainly as you could.

“So he’s not gonna stay?” (R/n) asked again but put on a brighter smile to try to convince you. “No.” You harshly deadpanned. “Now go to bed.” She huffed but turned on her heels anyway in pursuit of her room.

Once you heard the closing of her door, you made your way over to the snoozing psychopath. With your hands on your hips, you glared down at him as if trying to telepathically make him wake up. You reached down to his arm, about to violently shake him awake, but your fingers halted and hovered over his toned bicep.

You glanced up to his face as you were frozen, mindlessly taking the time to get a proper look at his face for the first time. You nearly couldn’t mentally deny that when he wasn’t rabidly sobbing or babbling his mouth off, he was actually very beautiful. The most beautiful guy you’ve ever actually seen, almost like he was fake. He was too physically perfect.

You snapped yourself out of your admiring daze, almost not believing you got distracted with physical attraction. You deepened your frown and finally pushed your hand against his arm, a weak attempt to wake Mr Sleeping Beauty. You pushed one more time to find he was still fast asleep. You gruffly sighed and pulled out your phone, clicking into the Uber app.

You were just going to send him to the nearest police station, he’ll be the cops’ problem now and Ken can tell them all about his Barbie life. However, before you could hit the final button to get the car your eyes glanced up to Ken once more. Except this time you couldn’t look away as he subconsciously snuggled in the towels wrapped around him.

‘Just push the damn button and get him out of here’ is what you kept yelling at yourself. So why couldn’t you do it? Of course right when it came down to it, you felt yourself going soft for this lunatic… with very blue eyes and an innocent kind of sweet smile. Despite his prettiness and despite his aggravating immaturity, you still felt this gravitational pull towards this strange man.

You sighed and turned off your phone, ruthlessly cursing yourself at your failure to get rid of him. You just couldn’t bring yourself to kick him out, something you knew you were going to regret when he woke up and began talking non-stop again. Still, you found yourself gently laying him properly down across the couch on the pillow and replacing the damp towels with a blanket.

You denied your own small smile at his sleeping form as you left for your bedroom. You hadn’t thought about Barbie dolls in a very long time, but all of his Barbie talk made you sit in your bed in silence for a few minutes. You wished you still had your Barbie dolls with you instead of them sitting in a box in your parents basement. You just wanted to at least look at your favorite childhood toy.

Not your Ken doll though.

You buried him three feet underground in your backyard when playing funeral with your Barbie dolls and forgot he was still down there.

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jubiilee13 · 5 months

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JOSH HUTCHERSON. I do badly wanna make a request for Josh from the forger but I must show restraint

Anyways Mike asking you to officially be his gf?

JOSH HUTCHERSON JOSH HUTCHERSON AOQWEIIOWEIOOIAWEFIOFWAEWGAGEHRGAHREW

my husband

anyways here u go pooksters

warnings: female pronouns, fluff, reader has a nightmare, smooching just a lil

I didn’t check spelling on this so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry 😭

mikes job was not an easy one.

neither was managing a younger sister.

but thats where you came in.

you and mike had known one another since high school, though you two hadn’t been the closest pair at the time. gentle smiles in the halls and small hellos were about all that went on in your mind.

but not for sweet old mike.

he adored you, every second he got to be in your presence was like heaven.

looking back on it he wasn't sure how you hadn't noticed his longing stares, the blush coating his cheeks, the way he fumbled over his words.

he was in love with you, that was clear to everyone but you.

so when the end of high school rolled around, the two of you fell out of touch.

he was sad, yes, but he had abby to worry about, and some cute girl couldn't get in his way.

so for the next few years nothing happened between the two of you, and he just assumed you had moved away to some far away place. eventually the amount thoughts of you in his mind began to dwindle down, until you only crossed his mind at most 2 times a year.

that was until a few months ago that is...

long story short mike had posted a few flyers about needing a baby sitter for abby, and low and behold someone sent him a message and sweetly said they'd love to meet up with him over coffee to discuss more details.

so thats exactly what happened, mike put on his most formal clothes (which wasnt really much) and began his journey to the coffee shop. He anxiously wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, silently cursing himself for his nervous habits. before he knew it the coffee shop was just ahead, and as he stepped inside it was like his heart stopped beating.

it was you.

He tried to hide his smile but you could read that man like an open book.

The two of you talked for several hours, about the job, about life, about everything.

you could've kept going even, if it werent for mike having to pick up abby from school.

so you bid your farewells and mike informed you that you could start watching abby the following day.

as mike worked each night, you stayed with abby, doing everything with her, and she loved it.

every day she would gush to mike about you, talking about the adventures and fun times the two of you had shared.

mike listened every time as well, and every time he did so he couldnt help but note how his feelings for you began to return.

after all, you were so sweet, so gentle, so... loving.

how could he help it?

every morning after his shift he would come home to find leftovers on the counter, alongside a small handwritten note from you, each time saying something ever so sweet.

on top of that he would also find you dozing on the couch, and every time he saw you sleeping so peacefully he would just admire you for a few moments, always opting to cover you with his jacket or a blanket before he sent himself off to bed as well.

so that brings us to tonight.

mike walks through the door with a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he places his vest on the coat rack, dragging himself into the kitchen as he picks up your sweet note.

"abby insisted on pizza and spaghetti tonight so take your pick sugar, i hope work was well, i hope you dont mind but i forgot a change of clothes tonight and abby grabbed a pair of your boxers and an old sweatshirt of yours, i just threw it on for tonight, i promise ill get it back to you clean asap! lots of love, - y/n" the note read.

mike cant help but chuckle at your rambling, and he picks up the plate full of pizza and he reaches out to open the microwave but stops in his tracks when he hears something.

something so faint he wasnt even sure he had really heard it.

then it happened again, louder now and mikes blood ran cold.

it was you, your cries.

mike rushes into the living room, and his body visibly relaxes when he finds you still deep in slumber on the couch.

a small frown falls on his face when he notices you squirming, a distressed look across your sleeping features as a few frantic words escape your mouth in slumber.

"no! mike- mike please- dont- i need you mike please" you murmured, so softly that mike was sure he was hallucinating.

still he approached your sleeping figure, his rough hands gently making their way to your shoulders.

“hey hey hey” he whispered as he gently shook you, concern in his eyes.

yet you didn’t budge, body trembling beneath him as small whines escape you, even some small tears slipping past your closed eyes.

he shook you harder now, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you shoot upright, but his relief quickly fades as a quiet sob escapes your lips.

your teary e/c eyes scan over him, almost checking to see if it’s really him.

once your brain finally decides to accept the fact that he’s really in front of you, you fling yourself towards him, more sobs escaping your lips “oh mikey” you cry out.

mike immediately wraps his arms around your torso, one hand moving up to comb through your hair.

“woah woah woah I’m right here pretty girl, I’m here, I’m here” he coos into your ear, holding your trembling frame.

the two of you stayed like that until your sobs turned into small sniffles, your head resting on his shoulder as you took in his scent.

“m’sorry…” you mumble into the crook of his neck

“it’s ok don’t apologise silly, do you wanna talk about it?” he quietly asks you, and you nod.

“I- you died mikey… in my dream… you- you were gone! I- I was so scared… I can’t lose you” you say between hiccups, and he hopes you can’t tell how your words make his heart race.

“im not leaving anytime soon pretty girl, can i tell you a secret y/n?” he asks as he brushes a hair behind your ear.

he chuckles when you nod and cuddle further into him, his face flushing ever so slightly, not that you could notice in the dim light of the room anyways.

“ive been in love with you since freshman year” he murmurs, and with those words your body grows stiff and you sight upright.

“y-you have?” your shaky voice asks

he nods, his orbs locking onto your own, and he goes to speak, his nerves getting the best of him, but before he can you cut him off.

with a kiss.

you had kissed mike.

mike just kissed the love of his life.

the kiss was sweet, gentle, and it seemingly lasted forever.

the two of you eventually pulled away for air, chests heaving as you both gasp gently for air.

you both go to speak at the same time

“I love you so much-“

“I’m so in love with you”

you both gasp at the others words, and you can’t help but giggle.

“so does this mean..?” you question, as you absentmindedly cuddle closer into him

“mean what? that you’re my girlfriend?” he asks gently

“if you want me to be” you say with a smile, awaiting his next words

“well how can I say no to a smile like that?”

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this is prob really bad I haven’t written in forever but I’m lowkey kinda proud of it for rn, I hope you enjoy!

#gaytoadwithapopsicle <3 #request #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 6 months

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hiii i’m sorry i actually can’t remember if i sent this before or not😭could you maybe write smth with eddie getting an innocent reader high for the first time? <3

(hi angel !! u havent sent this before so <33 hope u enjoy!! *sorry if this kinda sucks i wrote it at like three am KDSJF)) (also i wrote about her smoking for the first time but i didnt touch much on her getting high really.. if u want me to write just that lmk!!)

✧˚₊‧ 🧸 ✧˚₊‧

eddie originally invited u over to his trailer because he mentioned how he was failing math and needed ur help studying. of course, you complied, wanting to help him (and spend time with him as youve had a crush on him for months) (and of course he didnt actually want ur help studying, he just used that as an excuse to hangout with u as he has had a crush on u for a good two years).

but now, after helping him study for a good hour, he declared he needed a break. this break included him playing some of the most intense music youve ever heard posing as 'background music' whilst he smoked a rolled blunt.

he asked you if u were comfortable with him smoking in the same room as you, and because u were a curious creature (never being around any sort of drug), you nodded, saying you were fine with it.

eddie thought you were odd, in a good way of course. god, he wanted you so badly..but he didnt want to scare you off. he knew how sensitive you were to certain things. so when you sat right down in front of him as he smoked, staring at him with gloriously curious doe eyes, watching him take a drag from his joint--he was surprised to say the very least.

eddie watches the way youre eyeing the joint between his plush lips as he inhales, eyes squinting slightly as he looks at you sitting across from him on his bed; kneeling on his mattress--hands folded in your lap politely n ur eyes full of wonder but hesitancy as u chew on ur lower lip. you watch the metalhead blow the smoke from his mouth, an arm behind his head as he lies back against his pillows.

"you wanna try?" he asks, holding the joint out to you as he blows the smoke up in the air. he can feel the way your eyes trace his movements.

you giggle nervously, flustered. "o-oh, uhm, i dunno.. 've never tried such things before!"

thats something else eddie loved about you.

when you got shy you talked like some sort of disney princess.

he smirks, amused. his eyes are half lidded n red as he swipes his tongue along the fat of his bottom lip.

"c'mon.." his voice is playful. "'see the way ur eyein' it, princess.. i'll help you through it, dont worry." eddie takes a small drag from the end of his blunt once more.

fuck, hes so high. and horny. high and horny. maybe not the greatest combo when the girl he's liked for years is sitting right in front of him looking so..soft and beautiful.

does ur skin always glow this vibrantly?

"i just--'ve never done stuff like this. what if i act funny?" your lips form into a pout, concern lacing in ur features.

why did you have to be so cute and irresistable?

"'s okay, angel. promise i wont judge..could never judge a sweet girl like you," his praise makes you preen as you blush. "c'mon, come sit next to me, ill talk ya through it, mk?"

you nod, butterflies fluttering in ur tummy. besides the heavy smell of weed, eddie smelled so yummy to you. he was addicting to be around.

you sat next to him on his bed, pulling ur skirt down a bit as you get comfortable.

"now, just put ur lips around the end and inhale, okay? u might cough a bit but it'll go away," eddie brings the lit joint to ur glossed lips as ur eyes round with inexperience. the metalhead maintains eye contact with u as u inhale sharply, immediately bending forward and coughing as he pats ur back. "'s okay, princess, ur okay.." his ringed fingers rub ur back as u struggle to breathe.

a few seconds pass and u feel better. ur head is light but heavy.

"wanna try again? should've probably told u to inhale slowly..forget u dont know much about this stuff." he tucks a loose strand of hair behind ur ear and u feel ur heart speed.

u nod. "yes, please!"

eddie smiles gently at your eagerness. "alright, sweet girl, remember..nice n easy, okay? inhale gently and slowly."

you nod a bit as he brings the joint to ur lips. his left hand rubs up and down your right arm comfortingly. that act alone makes the butterflies that once only fluttered inside ur belly swirl into a storm.

eddie watches ur lips as u inhale slowly.

"good, baby.. nice n easy, okay? doin' so good.." his voice is so soft and gentle as he tenderly squeezes ur arm as u blow the smoke from ur lips.

u giggle when done, clapping excitedly before you're hit with a wave of tranquility.

eddie smiles. "u okay, honey?"

u smile back.

u were more than okay.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x innocent!reader #innocent!reader #mail 💌#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4 #eddie st4 #girly!reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson xreader

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bots-and-cons · 1 year

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Hellooo! I hope you're having a good day! I wanted to request Optimus, Ratchet, and Bulkhead reacting to s/o getting a sudden lightning strike of pain and then going back to doing whatever they were doing like nothing happened. This happened to me yesterday when I was laying on my bed and it hurt like a bitch 😭 the human body is fucking stupid. Anyways, thank you so much and have a wonderful day! Ps: I LOVE ur writing :]

It’s so annoying when that happens, a pain in the ass if you will (I’m so funny, I know). I’m so happy you like my writing :D

~Bulkhead~

•You just sort of squirm and make a weird noise when the pain hits

•You have to lean on the railing, because it hurts so bad, but it luckily passes quickly

•Bulk is by your side asking what’s wrong but it the pain already went away so you stand back up straight again

•You tell him it’s nothing and that the pain passed already

•He’s like “Why were you in pain?! Did something happen!?”

•You just say “Nope, the human body is just fucky that way”

•Bulk is pretty confused, because surely your body isn’t supposed to do that

•Every time after that when you seem uncomfortable or anything, he asks if you’re in pain again

•You’re not, but you promise to tell him if it happens again

~Optimus Prime~

•It hurts so bad you’re left holding your side and taking deep breaths

•Optimus notices and asks what’s wrong

•His mind goes to the worse case scenarios, like if you got hurt by someone and didn’t tell him and now you’re in pain or having internal bleeding or something

•You have to assure him you’re okay and that the human body just does weird stuff like give you a shock of pain sometimes

•He’s of course wondering why that would happen and asks if you know the reason it’s happened

•Are you ill? Have you had a recent injury? Stuff like that

•You have no clue and you tell him so

•Optimus spends time researching why that would happen and he goes down a bit of an internet rabbit hole

•The next day he’s asking you if you’re sure you don’t have cancer basically

~Ratchet~

•Ratchet is of course worried when you seem to squirm and have a hard time, like you’re in pain

•He would like to think he understands humans to a certain degree but this is one of those times he feels like that’s not even remotely true

•Because when you tell him you just sometimes get a jolt of pain like that, he’s like “What? What do you mean it just happens without reason?”

•This is not a common occurrence for you, but you do tell him that some people have pains like these all the time and just have to deal with it

•Ratchet is once again surprised by human tenacity and how you just deal with things that are just absolute slag

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #ratchet #optimus prime #bulkhead #tfp headcanons #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #platonic transformers x reader

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sorceresski · 1 year

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Sick Day - Kylian Mbappé

Pairing; Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary; You’re ill, you neglect yourself and he takes care of you.

You knew it was going to be a shitty day when you woke up at 4am with a splitting headache and the beginnings of a fever. Kylian lay next to you, snoring lightly, his arm draped over your stomach possessively.

Deciding to deal with the fever when the sun rises, you let yourself drift off to sleep. You woke up a few hours later to Kylian rummaging in your shared wardrobe as he prepared to leave for training. You felt even worse now, your entire body ached. You pulled the covers over your head to drown out his noise and the sunlight.

“Amour, are you ok?” He asked, coming into the room. He knew something was wrong because you were usually the first out of bed.

“I might have to call in sick today, I don’t feel very well,” mumbled the heap of sheets on the bed.

You felt the bed dip with his weight, his concerned expression coming into view as he peeled back the covers from your face. He pressed the back of his palm to your neck. “The fever is not that bad. I’ll leave breakfast and some medication in the kitchen before I go. Promise me you’ll take it.”

He knew how much you hated swallowing pills. “I’ll take it,” you rolled your eyes. He still didn’t look convinced. “I promise.” He knew you too well. Satisfied with your response, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and made his way to the kitchen.

You picked your phone from the nightstand to let your boss know you won’t be able to make it to work today, the sound of Kylian in the house serving as background noise.

“I’m leaving!” He yelled, the front door closing after him. The apartment fell silent and you fell into an unpleasant sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness.

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Kylian walked into the apartment 6 hours later to find the pancakes and pills he left on the kitchen counter untouched. He threw his bag to the floor and ran up the stairs.

He opened the bedroom door to find you in the same position he had left you in this morning. He tutted and shook his head. He was disappointed but not surprised, he just wished you would prioritize your health.

“Y/n?” He shook you awake. “You’re burning up!” He immediately sprung into action, ripping the sheets off you and sitting you up on the bed. He took your (his) shirt off you and swept you up effortlessly to the shower.

You blinked the last bits of sleep away. “What are you-” Was all you could get out before you were hit by a blast of cold water. You squealed, attempting to fight your way out of his hold, but he was far stronger than you. He held you under the shower for a couple minutes, getting soaked as well.

He dried you, while you glared daggers into his chest. “I hate you,” you sniffed.

“I know,” he said calmly. He walked out of the room and you took the time to study your reflection, a mess. When he returned, he had changed out of his wet clothes and gave you a fresh pair of clothes for you to wear. Your joints screamed as you shrugged them on, suddenly feeling exhausted and hungry. Very hungry.

He led you back to the bed, making you rest against the headboard. You avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed at having to be taken care of like a child.

Kylian came back with a bowl of soup and the medication he had left on the counter hours before.

“My mother’s recipe.” You felt your heart swell at his sheepish smile. He placed the medication on the nightstand and crawled into bed beside you. “Something for the fever and headache.”

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, earning a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You cringed away from him. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuated each word with a kiss. He turned on the tv finding something to watch while the sounds of your slurping filled the room.

A/n: the first thing I’ve written on this app that isn’t smut😭

Requests are open for Kylian, Haaland & Neymar.

#mbappe #kylian mbappé x reader #kylian mbappe #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #Kylian Mbappé fic #Kylian Mbappé imagine #kylian mbappe x reader

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jennaissantes · 1 year

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cardigan

PROMPT: ‘the hands that tug a little bit closer in a hug, a little bit of both hearts spilling into the same sink, a love that spills’

wc: 0.4k pairing: bf!niki x stressed!reader [fem implied] warnings: reader is implied to be overworked in school. mentions of mental tiredness. genre: comfort, fluff

🧇: thank you sm for requesting this prompt! 💗i turned it into a comfort fic idk why. probably bc i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift 😭 i love her so much. i hope u guys like this <;3 @tyunni hi

3:46 am

the words on your book were beginning to look a bit funny now.

you had been studying for the past almost 7 hours, with little to no breaks in between. you knew it wasnt good. you needed those grades, but at what cost?

“y/n? youre still awake?”

your boyfriends sound cuts through the silence in your room. hearing his voice feels like comfort. reading about digestion could only get to you so much.

you turn around in your chair to see riki try to rub the sleep away from his eyes when he notices that youre still up.

“hi baby. yeah sorry. i promise im almost finished.” you watch him get up from your bed and walk towards you.

riki pouts and you have to bite your lip from letting out a smile at how cute he looked. “you said that like,” he checks his phone, “..3 hours ago. please come and lie down next to me. im pretty sure you’ve finished studying more than enough for your test.”

he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you down on his lap and resting his head in the crook of your neck, finally happy to be close to you.

“i know but-“

riki pulls his head up “nope. no buts. you need to rest. and you’ll have more than enough time to prepare for it all afternoon.”

you find it hard to say no to him. you know you need to rest. he notices your silence and pulls you into a hug, his cardigan warm on your skin.

“baby please sleep for a while okay? i know you’ll do well. im really worried about your health. youve been studying nonstop these days. and it worries me to see the girl i love so much not prioritising her health.”

tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you blink them back. you couldn’t be vulnerable at a time like this.

but how couldnt you be, with rikis warmth around you, his hands rubbing down your back, pressing kisses to your forehead.

your love for each other was reserved for times like these, where no one could see you be yourself, open and a bit broken.

“okay, ill sleep now. im sorry.” the tears have nothing to stop them now.

riki knows that actions matter to you more than words, and it breaks his heart to see you like this, constantly overworked. so he pulls you closer to him, and pours all his love into his embrace.

“i love you. youre so strong for putting up with all this. i love you.”

and he never leaves your side.

not when you run to him in happiness, having passed your exam with flying colours.

not when you collect your graduation certificate.

not even when you walk down the aisle, smiling at him.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips.

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”.

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”.

“But–”

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”.

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”.

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…”

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?”

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”.

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced.

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee.

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”.

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly.

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?”

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”.

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way.

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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This is something I've had in my drafts for a long time. It's so random 😭

James and lily are alive and wolfstar is a thing in this!

I was laying on my bed as my dads came upstairs, hearing a knock on the door i drop the book i was reading. "Come in dads!." Both of them opening the door and peeping through the corner. "Come in then!" Remus and sirius step in and close the door.

"Y/n just wanted you to know that the potters are coming over for dinner"

"Okay send harry up when he gets here?"

Remus looked at sirius. "Fine, but I mean it, no..." sirius trailed off looking at remus

"No what."

"No...being inmate"

I nodded as I watch them leave.

About 30 mins later I lay down on my bed scrolling on my phone. I hear the front door open from my room. I make room for harry. As I see my door open I receive a big smile. "Hey i missed you" I smile as he cruels over to me planting a kiss on my lips. "I missed you too" he said going in for another kiss, turning it into a makeout session.

He put his hand in my pants as he rubbed on my clit making me moan. "Ha-harry not now your parents are downstairs. My dads will go mad if they hear us!" I moan more as he rubs a bit quicker

"Ill be quick. Promise" as he kisses me "lets take these off shall we" he smirks as I laugh why he does . He kisses me moving down to my neck making love bites, which I'll have to cover up before dinner. He plants kisses on my stomach making me giggle a bit He moves in between my thighs where i needed him most, kissing my thighs licking down my slit then kitty licking my clit causing me to moan a bit loud

I put my hand over my mouth to contain my moans so no one downstairs could hear me. "F-fuck, harry keep going" my hand makes it to his hair, harrys other hand grabbing mine as he puts two fingers in my heat going at a fast pace. "You like that?" He mumbled against me. "Oh my-" as I felt that familiar knot in my stomach. "H-harry" "do it y/n, cum for Me"

Setting me over the edge, my legs shaking, causing me to cum. He licked up my juices then planted a kiss on my lips. I was about to say something until "Harry!, Y/n! Dinner" I hear James shout. I put on my shorts back on, walking down to the table.

"Y/n! How lovely to see you again" lily said giving me a hug.

"You too" I smile sitting next to harry. "So you two excited to go back for your 5 year at hogwarts" james said looking at me and harry as we started to eat. "Yeah, cant wait to go back" I sat looking at harry as he nodded. "So what were you guys doing upstairs" james asks curiously.

"Uhhh" I said giving harry a look, my dad giving me one.

Both of my dads looked at me,

"We were um...playing" harry said stopping. "You two were doing what i think you were doing" sirius staired at me then harry. "N-no" I said looking down. "Well the marks on your neck tells me different" remus looked at y/n. They both looked like they wanted to rip into harry.

"How was it harry, was it good" james said while lily smacked his shoulder. "What harrys having sex, what did u expect hes a teenage boy" james said looking at all of them harrys face was bright pink same as mine. "Oh merlin" I said "please say your being safe" lily said looking at the both of us. "Y-yeah mum we are" sirius just looked at harry. "Harry i know your my godson and all but if you get her pregnant ill hex you."

#wolfstar #harry james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry james potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you

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hwashotcheeto · 3 months

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𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: After you fall ill, your loving boyfriend promises to take care of you

WC: 1.4k

Content: Fluffy sick fic! So fluffy! Cuddles, lil bit of crying, lots of comfort, Hwa being an overbearing partner

AN: I wrote this because a) I got COVID 😭 and b) because I love comfort/sick fics. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, because oh, I got emotional writing it.

Moodboard credit again goes to my lovely @malldreamprincess . Thank you again sweetie 💜

Of all things you expected to wake up to, being sick definitely wasn't one of them.

You stood in the kitchen, a hot drink in one hand to soothe your sore throat, and in your other hand, a COVID test. You stared at the little window, waiting to see if the other line would appear to tell you if you had caught the plague or not.

And unfortunately, that second line appeared.

As the revelation came over you, it seemed as if your body realized it had the cursed sickness the same minute you did, and all the symptoms came crashing into you at once.

A frustrated groan leaves your lips as the body aches begin, like a vice gripping onto different parts of your body. You slam the test on the counter and go to sit down at the table. You take a sip of your drink, and right after, you're choking up phlegm and spitting it into the trash.

Then the headache hit, and you were done with the day before it even began.

You put your cup down and held your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Your first day off from work in a week, and you somehow got sick. The irony of it all was the cruelest joke you could think of.

Your boyfriend came into the kitchen, his eyes still half closed from sleep. You didn't get the chance to say anything before he saw the test.

“This is what your sore throat was?” Seonghwa asked, his morning voice low and scratchy. You nodded and looked down at the table as you rubbed the tears out of your eyes.

He caught the small movement and went over to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. Instinctively, you moved away from him, not wanting to get him sick.

But when you looked at Seonghwa, he looked genuinely hurt. His eyes were heavy and his shoulders were down.

“I don't want to get you sick,” you tried to explain, but Seonghwa was already walking up to you and pulling you against his chest, his arms around your waist.

“If you were already showing symptoms yesterday, then you had it yesterday, and I've probably already got it.”

He was right, but for some reason, the idea makes you tear up again and you lean into his neck, hugging him back. The cries and whimpers come a few seconds later.

Seonghwa didn't say anything. He just held you tight, slowly rocking back and forth.

And it felt good. You felt awful, sure, but it felt good to cry. To be held by your loving boyfriend, and to cry out your frustration.

You and Seonghwa had made plans today. You were going to finally hang out for the first time in a while, doing cute couple things instead of coexisting. You were going to make breakfast together, then play video games, maybe watch some movies too. You two were even going to go out to dinner and spend some time out, just wandering the streets.

And now you were sick and couldn't do all those things. The cries come out harder and you hug Seonghwa tighter.

“I got you, jagiya,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead after. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of you.”

“But you'll get sick,” you tried to protest.

“I don't care.” He put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head up, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I'll spend all day with you. And tomorrow, and the next day, for however long you're sick.

“Seonghwa, I can handle-”

“Jagi, don't push me away.” His eyes changed then, back to that sadness when you moved away from him. “Please. I want to take care of you.” His hand moved to the back of your neck, cradling your head and neck in his palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, just before he pulled you in for a soft kiss, solidifying his promise and sealing his fate.

At that moment, you considered yourself the luckiest person on the planet. To have someone who loved you so much, they'd throw caution to the wind just to stay with you while you were sick. Not because they had to care for you, because they wanted to.

Seonghwa helped you dry your tears before he gave you another forehead kiss. “What do you want for breakfast? Say it, I’ll make it for you.”

“I'm not very hungry,” you started, but Seonghwa cut you off.

“You're going to eat breakfast. You need it, especially now that you're sick. Now what can I make you?”

You can't help but smile. Your loving boyfriend has always been overbearing, like a mother, and you've always loved it. He took care of you better than anyone else, he was always there to get you food or water, help with chores, ask you how you were feeling.

Sometimes, it's annoying, but it comes from a place of love. He wants you to be happy and healthy, because he truly loves you more than anything else.

Even more than Star Wars and Lego. That's a lot of love.

You stayed next to Seonghwa as he made you your requested breakfast. You boiled a pot of water to make yourself tea for your throat, upon Seonghwa's insistence.

“I can just drink water.”

“The tea will help, jagi, I promise.”

Seonghwa made two plates of food, and you both went to eat on the couch. You were wrapped up in a blanket and pressed up against Seonghwa’s side. He had his arm around you, eating his food with one hand as he cuddled you. He still managed to finish before you, somehow.

After breakfast, despite your protests, Seonghwa brought your dishes back to the kitchen. You were used to your boyfriend’s cleanliness, and honestly, you appreciated it. But today, you wanted his cuddles more than you wanted his perfectionism.

When he came back, you made sure to hold him in place with your body weight. He noticed it and couldn't help but laugh.

“I'm here, jagi, it's okay.”

“You left me,” you whined, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“For a minute.”

“But you promised.”

“I know, I promised, but I'm here now. For the rest of the day, I'll bring you with, okay?”

You nodded this time, feeling the fatigue already creeping back up on you. Thankfully, Seonghwa had prepared for this, and already grabbed the Switch controllers.

But before he began, he offered you some pain killers. “Here, I got these too.”

You hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten them, but you gratefully took them with the tea.

“You'd make an amazing nurse, you know,” you joked as you set the mug back down. You had your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, hugging him tight.

Seonghwa smiled down at you as he draped his arm over you. “What do you mean? Aren't I already your nurse?”

The two of you laughed together, but it was true. He was a nurse. Your personal, adorable, gorgeous, loving nurse.

Seonghwa had started up Animal Crossing, despite him insisting that you two play something together. But you were content to watch him run around with his villagers and do chores. It's a simple game, but a relaxing one.

“What's that one's name again?” You asked, pointing at a blue bunny wearing a letterman jacket off to the side of the screen. She was looking at a snow covered bush, holding a little basket.

“Her?” Seonghwa asked, running up to her. “This is Sasha. Haven't I told you before?”

He probably had, and you just weren't remembering correctly because of your sickness.

“She reminds me of you.”

“Yeah?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah. Because you're a tokki.”

He laughed, and you swear, it felt like the aches disappeared for a few seconds.

The game was starting to put you to sleep. You'd wanted to stay awake a little while longer, but before you knew it, your eyes were falling shut again. Seonghwa didn't notice until he heard the soft snores coming from you.

He looked down from the TV and smiled at you. Even when you were sick, with your face bright red from your oncoming fever, you were still his adorable love.

He put the controller down for a second to pet your head, like you were a sleeping kitten.

“Sleep well, nae sarang. I’m here for you.”

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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#ateez #seonghwa #ateez ff #seonghwa fic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa ff #seonghwa x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fic

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luvmyoui · 11 months

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I'll know - written series

myoui mina x fem!reader GP!MINA

SYNOPSIS: while in your senior year of high school mina gets you pregnant and promises that she'll be a good father to your baby. with the promise of that you keep it. what happens when mina gets scouted by JYP to become the next big idol?

WARNINGS: MINA HAS A PP, smut, toxic relationship, sexism, cursing, infidelity, mina being the biggest red flag ever, pregnancy, manipulation, gaslighting, paparazzi? (more might be added)

STATUS: unfinished

UPDATES: weekly

a/n: this is my first time actually writing a series but ive had this idea in my head for WAY too long. updates may be slow and inconsistent but ill try to update whenever i can. also please ignore the plot holes😭😭

one-how it all started

two - wrong

three - maybe

four - why?

five - good?

six - out

seven - news

eight

nine

taglist: @moon-ellie @lisas-earlobe @cocojy @second-daughter-of-clexa @runassimp @eliii1sblog @yvsvrn, @leefelixswife

send an ask if you wanna be added to the taglist!

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gothushi · 18 days

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So my dumb ass watched extinction and now I have the stupidest crush on Rob. Like he's a sweetheart (and he's totally fine, he made it don't look at me). Like him flirting with Michelle was genuinely sweet and he was so patient and kind to Tim (the stares he gives James are hilarious tho like my guy my dude just stop talking before he straight up decks you)

i literally have so many clips of him saved on my phone it’s embarrassing💀plus the one where he sets tims dislocated collarbone back into place. i’ve had plenty of daydreams about you being the one who fell, crying and scared but he’s right there “i’ve got you, i know it hurts” “i’ll be quick, i promise it’ll feel better” cue giving james a death stare because he’s filming the entire thing. other ideas like maybe you fall ill whilst on the expedition and he helps take care of you, sleeps right beside you holding you tight to give you more body heat to combat your chills, other silly little ideas yk? also has such a short temper😭gets so moody so quick real snappy and mean but not with you

in my head i also have an entire plotline of you two running from the dinosaur and he finds you in the woods and just kisses you for the first time because he’s so relieved to see you alive, and then you both hide away from the predators for a few nights as you make your way back to the car and get the fuck out of there

can you tell i like rob? i think he’s my favorite character next to walker. if not my number one

#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #extinction rob #rob extinction #extinction rob x reader

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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Dr Kry asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: insomnia, medication, drugs, chronic illnesses, broken bones, mentions of overdosing,

☁️ ... this is my last ask for the day i SWEAR. how about dr kry with a sleep deprived darling / a darling who's always sleep deprived. if that doesnt work because of the setting (cause yknow in canon the darling's always napping lol), then how about a darling who has trouble sleeping. OR BOTH if you want to and can make it work. sorry i really wanna request this one cause the only time i can have a good sleep nowadays is when the weekend hits 🥲 i just want a bit of dr kry fluff 😭

He will sit with you for as long as you need, putting your needs before his. He can see that you're struggling to fall asleep. He can see the hollow half moons under your eyes and his heart will break.

"I can't watch this anymore. I'm going to go get you some sleeping pills, okay? And if they won't work I'll go get anaesthesia. Hopefully that'll be able to make you relax."

You'll get your sleeping pills and then rest back against the pillow. Dr Kry will sit with you until morning hours if needed. He'll hold your hand, play with your fingers, hug you if you want one and read for you.

"Are you feeling a little sleepy now, Y/N? Yeah? Are the pills working? Amazing. Just relax and let yourself fall asleep. I'll be here with you until you fall asleep and then I'll meet you in the morning, okay? We'll eat breakfast together, I promise."

Dr kry with s/o who suffers from migraine. Like bright lights aren’t good, eats a lot of pain killers and sleeps a lot bc of it

One of the main things with Dr Kry is that he always forces you to sleep (as seen in his headcanon), but that's because of the poisoned air he puts you in. If the lights we're bothering you as well, he'll turn them down and use small, warm nightlights to keep the room somewhat lit up. He'll try to control your intake of pain killers since he's afraid that you'll take too many, but he'll make sure that you won't be in pain one way or another.

"What? Too bright? Still? But, honey, all of the lights are already off. It's only this little light that's still on ... alright, I'll turn it off. If this continues I might have to develop nightray vision. Why don't you take a nap, Y/N? It'll make you feel better."

How would Dr Kry react to a darling who's very interested in his love life and like to tease him ? Always asking question about his possible partner, what he likes, ect ? Just to say " I don't understand why you're still single, you're so easy to love! Besides you're also very quiet, I know a lot of girls who liked the quiet bo- Wait !! Let me set you up, there's a very nice nurse I think her name is ... Charlotte? You know, the short brunette on the first floor ? She seems very kind or maybe you're gay ?? Well, there's that one dude at the cafeteria, I kinda had a crush on him at the beginning but I thinks he likes men...you could still give it a try if you want 🙂"

He'd let you have a go at it at first, hoping that it'd only be a one time thing ... but you continue to tease him every. single. day. He'll try his best to avoid the subject all together, but in the end would lose it. He'd grab your shoulders and pin you up against the wall in an attempt to make you silent.

"Shut up! Just shut up, alright?! I don't want to hear it!"

He'd noticed that he'd scared you and let your shoulders go. Backing away a step while running a hand through his hair, he'd think on how to save this situation. You'd apologize for making him mad which would only cause him to sigh heavily.

"You're so stupid, Y/N. Why can't you see that I want you? My fingers ache at the need of touching you sometimes and my heart breaks at the thought of you imagining me with someone else! I don't want anyone else. I think I'm going insane! I don't want to hear you talk about other people when you're with me. I just want you to focus on me and me only. Can you do that for me?"

He'd notice how wide your eyes were and how you started pulling your arms closer to your torso. With a hiss, he'd bring you into his arms before you had the chance to run away.

"I love you", he'd whisper.

im going to be sending in two asks bc i am mentally ill. heres the first one: how would dr kry deal with a patient who is chronically ill and frequently needs surgeries? this may or may not be self indulgent because i may or may not have just gotten surgery yesterday on my silly goofy eyeball (im fine)

He'll be right by your side. He'll take care of you and give you everything you need. When you're afraid, he'll kiss your hand and give you a reassuring smile.

"I know you're scared ... I wish I could do something to help you. I wish I could steal you away from here ... but you need these operations to survive. I'm so sorry, Y/N. What can I do to help you? Do you want something to eat? Do you want me to read for you? Yeah? Absolutely, anything for you."

second ask: i literally love dr kry so hear me out 💀 how about dr kry with a patient whos just being a total cranky BRAT to him. acting up, mouthing off, just being a little twerp. (its me. im also a little twerp)

Do you want to die? He controls your body. If you're being a little brat, he'll make sure your air is even more polluted and you 'accidentally' hurt yourself.

"Your arms are broken? Oh dear, how did that happen? Well ... i guess your silly behaviour came to bite you in the butt. Well, now you have to be a little nicer to me if you want me to care for you, okay? I don't want to help an ungrateful brat. Good, let's start over."

What would Dr. Kry do if darling tried to take a lot of pills to overdose and feel independent without him?

You'd be tied to the bed :) and have no privacy :) and never be in control again :)

I just discovered your blog and i'm in love with Dr Kry 😭what would happen if reader was sensitive to loud sounds??

He'd sound proof the room and give you ear plugs. When he's talking to you, he'll use a soft spoken voice and if he gets angry, he'll try his best to keep his composure so he won't yell at you. If there were loud bangings or sounds he can't control, he'll hide with you in the bathroom where the sounds aren't as loud. You'll have your ear plugs and his hands over your ears.

"It's alright, little one, just breathe. The noises will end soon. When they end, we'll go back out into the room and we'll read a little, okay? I'll try to find out who made these awful sounds and make sure they won't do it again."

what if we actually end up living with Dr Kry??

This man would honestly take such good care of you. You'll share a big bed, have many plants and he'd show a more humane side that he can't show in the hospital. He'll smile more, love more, talk more. The constant stress of being in the hospital and having people all around who could take you away from him takes a lot of energy that he wants to project on you.

"I've baked bread! I've wanted to try for a while. How about you come with me downstairs and get a slice with some marmalade? I know your legs are weak, I'll carry you down if you'd like."

i was wondering how would reader and dr krys relationship be if reader was nurse or doctor

He'd make sure you were scheduled together so he can spend his work shifts with you. People in the hospital would think that you're a couple. Exactly as he wants. He'll buy you lunch and stay close to you on break times. If anyone asks him if you're a couple, he'll answer with something that indicates that you are.

"Y/N, do you want to go take a bit of fresh air? You've been working so well these last hours, you're well deserved of a break. Come here, let's go take a few breaths and a bit of coffee before the night shift."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere headcanons

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