#it's just my face/voice when I'm not constantly making sure it's soft and nice

[nell0-0]

Too tired to draw, what is this curse. I wanna draw so badly but can't even focus on the screen, augh

#talk tag #rant #i guess? #i feel super bad about complaining in here #but where else would I go with it #I just got a stressful job and keep messing up #not the job itself. but relationships with coworkers #it's so stressful bc I don't wanna come across as mean #it's just my face/voice when I'm not constantly making sure it's soft and nice #I don't wanna be mean #can't just go and say “it's the neurodivergence” #since I don't even know wtf is wrong with me #<- afraid of therapists #bc if I go to even one therapists and disregards my struggles I may just cry. and impostor syndrome again #rambling in the tags #will delete this later #i just needed to get this out #I also keep infodumping to clients and not sure how that's gonna fly with the bosses #...probably not well #english is hard today wtf #tw vent

[doukeshi-kun]

I like that one scene when stalker!kolya was being teased by his darling in the part2.

It is indeed fun to tease him

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢

replies ⨳ i love teasing stalker!nikolai too mueheh enjoyy

content ⨳ nikolai gogol x fem!reader, some n/sfw, teasing, obsessive (and pervy) thoughts, just the usual stalker!nikolai and reader's dynamics

“Yes, I know, Erika. But the financial reports for the last several months have shown that Funhouse 16 is barely visited and has suffered quite a loss. It performed very badly compared to others. It is better to demolish it and change to a new one than renovate it again.” Nikolai says, wanting to roll his eyes annoyed. Currently, he is on a video call with his staff, sitting at his working desk in his cramped campervan. The reason why he stays here instead of going to the main tent and directly facing his staff is because you are in his campervan now. He doesn't want to leave you alone.

It has been over an hour and Nikolai still has more to go through. He wants to spend time with you, knowing you are lying on his bed, bored and have nothing to do besides waiting for him to finish work. Ah, he feels a little guilty for making you wait. He will surely treat you to a nice dinner as an apology today.

Nikolai could not help but keep glancing at you. His eyes constantly move towards you, staring for a few seconds before he remembers he has to listen to Erika's babbling. Well, could you blame him for losing focus over you? Especially when you are on his bed, gosh, Nikolai wishes he could tie you in his bed and lock you in here forever but that would be too rough for his little bird.

“Sir, what do you think?” one of his staff calls. Nikolai turns to the camera, barely remembering what the hell is going on but the mindless notes he jotted on his own paper helps him to respond professionally.

“Well, to be fair, this...” his words falter a bit when he hears shifting noises from his left. He tries to focus again and continues to give his insight, but his curious eyes cannot help to look at you.

Nikolai feels like his breath is getting ripped away instantly.

You are on his bed, completely topless, your bra is on the pillow as you are wearing one of his shirts that you took from his bundle of clothes—he doesn't even have the time to fold them. But Nikolai certainly sees your tits and your soft tummy and your ribs and your back and your—

“Sir?”

“Ah— Uh, where the hell was I?” Nikolai asks and he hears Erika's voice. However, his attention is on you. There is a subtle playfulness on your face when you take off the shirt again, completely baring your naked upper body to Nikolai before you crawl to reach another t-shirt of his.

His face is blushing. His cock is hard. His stomach feels funny. His chest is heavy and surely he finds it harder to breathe. It is not the first time he sees you naked but he still loses his shit when he sees just a bit more of your skin. Lust erupts and his love blossoms again.

“Just a minute—” Nikolai mutes his microphone and turns off his camera and looks at you. You turn to him too with a grin. Ahh, that fucking grin when you teased him a few months back after his circus show, asking for his signature on your boobs.

“You're killing me, sweetheart.”

“What? I'm getting sleepy, so I just want to prepare for a nap. Nobody likes to sleep with a bra on and in an uncomfy blouse.” you reply, puffing the pillow. Nikolai's eyes trail to your bra and your blouse that are scattered on his bed. He wants to steal them. He wants to keep them in his possession. He wants to add them to his collection. He will buy a new one and he will steal it again after you wear it. Please, please, please.

“You're saying my shirts are comfortable for you?” Nikolai smirks and you shrug your shoulders. The shirt you wear is quite thin and as much as he wants to not be a pervert, his mind already wanders.

“Comfy enough. And I look cute in it,” you chuckle, running your hands on your breasts just to get him worked up. And oh, he did. Nikolai takes off his headphones and gets up, eyes hungry, licking his lips.

“No.”

And he stops when you place your foot on his chest, slowly pushing him back to sit on his chair. You trail your foot down his torso and lightly brush his boner before you pull away quickly as Nikolai tries to catch your ankle.

“You have work. Go to work."

“No way. Can't you fucking see how hard I am?” he whines. “I'm gonna end the meeting now.”

“No, Kolya. You already complained to me that you have a lot of work and you want to finish it today. So, do your work.”

Nikolai looks at you and bites his lips in frustration. Well, he cannot really argue with you. He knows he will obey you one way or another and you know how devoted he is to please you. He, frustratingly, turns himself to his laptop again. However, before he could prepare for the meeting again with a raging boner under his pants, he sees you getting off the bed and scoots to him.

And there, you sit on the floor, right next to his legs. You lean your head between his thighs, yawning. And Nikolai's hand instinctively places itself onto your head, caressing your hair gently.

“Uh-uh, no touching. But well... I take it back,” you yawn again. “This feels nice. Makes me feel sleepier.” your murmur, leaning your head directly on his clothed cock. And Nikolai has to hold himself back, cussing under his breath.

He will tug your hair and force his cock in your throat later, but for now, he will play nice.

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[dr0p-dead-gorgeous]

Jealous? I'm not jealous!

Mike Schmidt x fem! Reader

He's tired of this suspicious cop visiting your job

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fighting, jealous insecure feelings from Mike, fem! Bodied and presenting reader, you/your pronouns, no use of y/n, soft smut, subby Mike, p in v

Love this scenario feel free to send in requests <3

Vanessa's laughter echoed in the air as you exchanged warm farewells after your shift.

Your attention, however, was soon captivated by a different scene unfolding nearby. Mike, a brooding figure, rested against the hood of his car, unable to mask his emotions in the fading twilight. His arms tightly folded, and his gaze, sharp and unwavering, remained fixed on Vanessa as she sauntered into the distance.

He caught your gaze, a harsh sigh leaving his lips before abruptly turning away.

"Woah, what's got you worked up hun? " You spoke curiously, unsure what his reaction would be

“Don’t worry about it.” Mike said curtly, “It’s none of your concern.” You put your hands up at his sharp tone

"Okayy, just wanted to make sure your okay" you say taken aback

“Honestly, I could use some peace and quiet right now.” Mike’s tone was sharp and short, making it blatantly obvious that he did not want to talk. But you couldn't just let him be upset

"Ok I know you probably don't want to talk about it but if some things bothering you, you can always tell me, no matter what okay” you say frowning

Mike didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stared into the ground with a heavy sigh. Finally, he reluctantly nodded his head.

“There's...something, alright.”

"Are you comfortable telling me hun? " you say sincerely

"Well...we might as well talk now. So yeah." Mike paused, before starting. "I hate when you talk to Vanessa."

You look surprised "Vanessa? She's my friend" you say confused by his distaste for her

"That's what bothers me." Mike said sharply, "Why are you so close with her anyway?"

"We just get along well at work, it's not anything else than that" you look at him brows furrowed

"I'm still not comfortable with it." Mike paused, his gaze flickering away as he continued. "You spend more time with her than me.”

"I don't see he outside of work like ever I mean yeah I have long shifts but I'm not spending more time with her" you say defensively

“It feels like it.” Mike argued, his tone a mix of anger and irritation. “You’re constantly talking about her, and it’s like you don’t even acknowledge me anymore.”

" Mike she nothing compared to you! She just a friend I like talking to, I'm excited about making a new friend nothing more! " you say aggrivated

"Well, it's bothering me. I'm sorry, but it is. And I can't help the way I feel. When you talk about her, it honestly hurts...it's like you're choosing her over me." Mike's voice was a low hiss, his eyes narrowed.

"That's ridiculous! Your my number one, always, you can't let these jealous feelings convince you otherwise! "

"Jealousy?" Mike’s eyes narrowed further. "I'm not jealous. Why would I be? Vanessa means nothing to me. She's not important. It hurts seeing you two so close, and knowing that you're having a good time with her...all the while, I'm here, just a second option you could take or leave..."

"It's obvious you are, because if you weren't jealous, you'd see that your obviously more important, why can't you see that! You spit angrily

“All I see is you giggling at Vanessa, and the two of you whispering to one another while she’s clearly flirting with you!” Mike raised his voice, not wanting to believe in what he was seeing. “Face it, you enjoy the attention you get from her.” You gasp in response

"She is not! We're just friends and even if she was flirting with me I would reject her, I only have eyes for you, your being irrational! "

Mike scoffed. “Yeah. Sure. Maybe I am letting jealously get the best of me, but tell me...why do you talk with her more than you talk with me? Why is she so fun to hang around with, while I apparently am not?”

" I don't know it's just nice to have a friend I can talk to about girly stuff! I talk about you and Abby! I talk about my day, what I plan on cooking for dinner, funny things I've seen, just little things that make me happy, she listens it's just nice to have a friend for once, it's literally nothing more! "

"Well...whatever." Mike glared at you harshly, trying to ignore the fact that a majority of his jealousy had just left his heart. It was obvious that he was a stubborn man who didn't like changing his mind. "It still bothers me."

"You are so frustrating sometimes, what the hell do I have to do to for you to get that your the only one worthy of my love, your the reason I get up in the morning, your who I want to spend my life with, friends come and go we stay together! " You say in a Huff

Mike paused, not sure how to feel after your words. As stubborn as he was, he couldn't help but feel a lightness in his chest as you reassured him of your love.

"You're right," he admitted softly. "I'm sorry for getting so angry...I'm being irrational. Just promise me that you'll talk to Vanessa a little less, alright?"

You sigh calming down a but lowering your voice "Fine, I'll keep my distance okay, I was just excited to make a new friend, I didn't mean to make it seem like I liked her more. It really hurts that you think I'd ever do that to you, I'm trying my best Mike"

Mike nodded, his anger dissipating completely. "You're right. I was just letting my jealous feelings get a hold of me. I'm sorry for acting so irrationally."

Though he was clearly still agitated, he was trying his best to remain calm. "I'm glad you've found yourself a new friend...I just hope that she's not making any advances or flirting with you."

"I don't even think she likes girls, and if she was I'd shut it down in a heartbeat, I've told her about you about a million times"

Mike smirked, unable to completely hide his embarrassment. "That's good to know. I'm glad she's not as big of a problem as I imagined...and, well..." He paused, his expression shifting from embarrassed to annoyed. "You've told her about me a million times? Wow, that's just great..."

"What it's not like it's anything bad, your the main person in my life " You say tilting your head

Mike rolled his eyes but couldn't manage to be angry for long. Instead, he pulled you into a tight hug, smiling slightly.

“I know, I know...I’m just being an idiot. My insecurities got the better of me, and that’s not fair to either one of us.”

You hug him back "I know it can be hard, but you can't bottle it all up inside it's not good for you"Mike paused, realizing in that moment that this was probably the first time you’d ever seen him this outwardly emotional.

“You’re right...I’m sorry, I’ve been letting it all build up too much. I feel like I keep taking it out on you with these accusations, and I hate myself for that.”

"Your human your going to make mistakes, it's apart of learning and growing, in the end mistakes are just little lessons learned along the way, and being together, means we learn and grow together"

Mike felt your words hit him in the exact way he needed them to. While it was true that he was stubborn, he wanted to be a better man. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from you.

“You’re right...I guess I’ve just let a lot of things build up in the past. I know now that I need to do better.” He paused, pulling away to face you. “Do you forgive me?”

"Of course I forgive you, you know I love you right? "

A smile crept onto Mike’s face as the feeling of guilt left him, and he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“I love you too. More than you will ever know.” You look into his eyes lovingly then give him a gentle kiss

Mike was surprised by the tender kiss, his breath catching as your lips embraced his. He was taken aback by just how much he needed the affection, his body responding to the feeling of warmth and love.

When you pulled away, he couldn't help but feel intoxicated by the sensation of your lips against his. "God...I didn't realize just how much I needed that.

"Now let's get home, have a little alone time" You smile sweetly

Mike's eyes widened, but he nodded in agreement with the biggest smile on his face. After all, alone time with you was exactly what he needed to feel rejuvenated.

"Definitely..."

After a quick drive home, the two of you pulled into your driveway and exited your car. The night air was cool and relaxing, and the sky was dark and empty, making it the perfect time to unwind.

Mike locked the car and tucked his arm around your waist, a small smile gracing his lips as he started to walk you towards the house.

Mike was excited for you two to return home, and you could see it in the way he looked at you with an affectionate gaze. It had been a night full of emotional highs and lows, and now all he was focused on was spending some alone time with the love of his life.You finally made it to the house, and Mike escorted you inside. It was clear that he was eager to get cozy and cuddle, as he immediately took your hands and led you to the bedroom.He closed the door behind you two, sealing you two into a room of intimacy and privacy. The air was comforting and warm, and there were few places you'd rather be. Mike wasted no time, immediately leading you to the bed and pushing you gently against the soft pillows.

You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as Mike began to shower you with kisses. It had been a long night of emotional strife, but Mike was making it up to you in ways that could only be done behind closed doors. His touch was gentle and passionate, sending a wave of warmth through your body and making you feel safe and loved.

You humm loving the affections

Mike's lips trailed down the side of your neck, his mouth exploring every inch of your skin. You sighed softly, the sensation of his touch making you feel safe and cozy. It was clear that he wanted to take things to the next level, but he wasn't in any rush, letting you savor every delicious moment.

Mike’s hands began to roam, slowly but confidently, and soon their fingers were interlocked. Their lips continued to meet with each other in long, lavish kisses, their tongues teasing and exploring. The feeling of his body pressed against yours, his breath lingering against your skin was the most sensual and euphoric experience you’ve ever had.

You let out little noises in content, loving the feeling of him against you

Mike's kisses became more passionate, his hands trailing lower, caressing your hips as you laid back on the bed. His eyes scanned you body, taking in every inch of your warmth and beauty. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer

Mike paused, feeling both surprised and pleased by the sudden show of affection. His hands went back to your hips, his grip tightening slightly as he was pulled in closer.

Your bodies were now pressed together, the feeling of him pressed against you was intoxicating and exciting.

Slowly he grinded his hips into you through his jeans, placing kisses along your neck. You let out a moan, loving the feeling of him hardening against you

He reaches for your shirt taking it off for you, before unclasping your bra. He pulls back earning a frustrated whine to his amusement he takes of your pants and underwear leaving you completely bare in front of him. He takes if his shirt,pants and underwear, reclaiming his spot between your legs. He rubs against you letting out a deep groan. “Fuck.. You don't know how much I need you.. “ he says kissing up your chest. He's rubbing through your slick folds, head rubbing right against your clit perfectly. You moan “Please need you now” He wastes no time, lining up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. He moans as the squeeze, he never fully gets used to how good you make him feel. He starts slowly rocking into you, feeling every drag along your walls. Your moans are all he wants to hear “more~” you purr. He happily complies thrusting into you at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath he can feel how your walls squeeze him so well when he hits your g-spot. With every thrust he whines more, letting out moans face pressed into your chest. ““ F-fuck so close, so close “ he whines. He reaches down and begins to rub little circles on your clit. You buck into him with a loud moan at the sensation. “Just like that baby fuck! “ you moan out. You both are close to meeting your end. Mikes moans have turned to desperate whimpers “Fuck baby.. Tell me you love me,tell me you need me” he moans out whines your both about to come “Fuck, love you-only you Mike, need you so bad! “ With that he cums inside you moaning and rutting into you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps eyes rolling back as you feel his release inside of you. He continues the thrust riding out both of your orgasms before coming to a stop kissing you deeply. He pulls out laying down next to you holding you close in his arms “I love you so much baby” you sigh contently

“I know… “

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt smut #micheal schmidt #fnaf movie

[spdrvyn]

needy — miguel o'hara drabble

fluff. teensiest bit suggestive. wanted to write something nice, sweet, and sleepy before actually getting to work on the stuff i really need to do, enjoy!!!

you were selfless, it was your greatest strength and miguel's greatest weakness. he'd insisted countless times that whenever it hit midnight and he still wasn't home from work that you should just go to bed without him, but you argued that you'd wait as long as you could.

you were overly ambitious, equipped yourself with a ton of remedies to combat any sort of drowsiness. coffee, caffeine shots, sugary treats, anything that could keep you awake. to see miguel again.

you were also weaker than you'd like to admit. once miguel got home, silently sliding the windowsill up so that he wouldn't disturb you, he saw that you were absolutely knocked out on the couch. your phone was screen flat on your cheek and he had to bite his lip to suppress a small laugh from escaping.

nevertheless, he found it adorable. how you'd put in so much effort to see him every night, knowing full well of his inconsistent schedule, and you'd end up falling asleep anyway. he didn't need to think another thought before he scooped you up into his arms effortlessly, carried you into your shared bedroom, and laid you down on the bed.

he draped the blanket over your limp body, tucking the duvet into the gaps of the bed frame to make sure that you were nice and snug. he wanted to just jump in with you, but he had a few more tasks that needed completing first. also a shower. can't forget that.

however, just as he's about to walk away, a small tug on his wrist caught his attention and his head turns. looking down to meet your hazy eyes, your cheek is smooshed from pressing up against the pillow, it makes your voice a little muddled.

"stay," it was so soft, quieter than a pin drop, but it was a plea. he could hear it in your voice how much you needed this, but he couldn't blame you. all of that to see him again, to bask in his presence.

"haven't even taken off my suit yet, corazón." his lips left a tingling sensation on your forehead as he pecked the surface of it, one hand cleared your face of any stray hairs.

"please?" you tried again, miguel wasn't always the best when it came to self-control. you were a bad habit that he constantly found himself indulging in, he loved it.

"fine," he gave in, you scooched over to the other side of the bed to give miguel space and he consumed it, even through the unstable molecular fabric of his suit, you felt him. you needed more. "if i smell like shit, then that's on you."

"'s okay, mig." you rambled in your sleepiness, "it's all from protecting the city, hm? from protecting me, so brave you are."

shit. that caught him off-guard, he's so grateful to whatever deity is out there that you probably can't see the shade of red that covered his cheeks when you said that to him.

"... thank you." was all he could muster, that is until you said something that really tipped the scales.

"take off the suit, please."

the rate at which is heart raced could combat the speed of the flying cars in the city, ran faster than any bullet train in the past, present, and future. his grasp on you tightened. "i'm- i'm not—"

"i know," you shoved your face into the crook of his neck, hushed miguel's sentence with more kisses and he moaned. "but i missed you. i just want you to touch me then we can sleep, all right?"

scratch the selflessness. you alone were his greatest weakness.

"anything for you."

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #fluff #romance

[glitch-karma]

Can I request another part of your "forgetful reader" headcanons you did but with Jouno, Fyodor, and Ranpo? Nikolai too if that's not too many characters, but dont worry about him if it is. Same prompt but with these characters

I was actually just thinking about my forgetful reader hc's the other day, Idk if other writers do this but I always go back and read my older stuff lmao

So here's part two, I had a bit of trouble figuring out what Nikolai would give his partner as a gift, so that isn't specified, I did add Chuuya and Sigma though

Cw: Degradation/name calling in Jouno's, Slightly spicy in Fyodor's, Kinda OOC Fyodor

Jouno

Low-key high-key an asshole

Don't get me wrong I'm in love with him,

But his love language is degradation (hot)

Jouno constantly is making fun of and being rude about how forgetful you are

If it seriously bothers you, he'll try his best to lay off as much as possible

Only because it's you though

He does get very irritated though

He got you a lovely set of earrings that resembled his a bit

They were honestly very nice and semi-expensive

You had always kept them in a tiny jewelry box on your nightstand

But after a rough day of trying to catch terrorists, you'd clumsily taken them off and fallen asleep

When you were getting ready for work the next morning, you realized they'd gone missing

In a panic, you tore apart your apparent in search of them

After a while, you heard a voice that made you wanna puke

"What's up with you huh? Why's my little troublemaker so frantic?"

Oh my lord no

"What are you talking about.?"

"Oh please, your heartbeat is a dead giveaway. Along with the shakiness in your voice. Can't hide from me y'know."

You shakily sighed as you admitted you'd lost the earrings

"Pft- are you kidding?"

He laughed slightly walking towards you

"How pathetic of you, losing a gift from your precious boyfriend?" He sighs in 'frustration'

"They were expensive too, do you even have a concept of money?" He laughs,

At this point, small drops of tears filled your eyes slowly as he kept poking fun at you

"Honestly how air-headed can you get? Tsk, should I be questioning this relationship?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jouno tensed as he heard your quiet whimpers.

He'd gone too far.

For a second, he didn't really know what to do

He sighed, bending down next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"'m sorry." He mumbled lightly

You sniffled a bit, you looked up to see the concerned frown on his face, along with the softness that was rare for you to see in him

After a moment you sighed, leaning into his shoulder

"I'll get you a million more pairs if it means I don't have to hear you cry again. Truly."

He really was a good man, he just had some issues showing it.

But in the meantime, he'll let you teach him how to open up

I literally love him so much even if he's a dick head

Fyodor

He kinda just doesn't care-

I don't see him as the type to really mind stuff like that in a partner

But I don't really see him doing anything to help per se

He'll give you light reassurance if you're upset, but I don't see him doing too much more though

Surprisingly, he didn't buy you a country

He got you a necklace that was very clearly expensive, it had a key attached to it that was also made of some metal that did not look cheap, along with the small Diamonds and sapphires lacing the key (Real btw you tested it)

It was extravagantly expensive, and he made sure you knew that was less than you deserved (He couldn't find countries on the market)

Wow what a nice gift

Now where the hell did it go?

You, of course, retraced every step

Your apartment? Cleaned vigorously to search and find it

The cafe by your house? You paid every worker to search for it

The Doa office? A wreck

You were ass up on the floor looking under one of the couches when you heard a whistle behind you

When you tuned you saw the man you were scared to see

"Why might you be in such a comprehensive pose my paradox?"

You shakily sighed as you hit your head on the floor

Fyodor then quickly determined why you were on the floor by the necklace missing from your neck

He chuckled a bit as he walked towards you

He leaned down and picked you up, silencing you as he carried you to a basement you were unaware of

Before you could question, he pulled out the necklace, inserted the key into a large door, opening it to reveal a giant glorious room filled with all your favorite things, comfortable chairs, and a giant kitchen

As he set you down you started freaking out

"It's not quite done yet, I wasn't intending for you to lose it so fast. I'll get some help in here as well."

"You- This was all a plan for me?"

You yelled, running around and looking at everything

He chuckled as he grabbed you, leaning down and kissing your neck

"Жизнь моя,(1) you deserve this and more.."

He then threw you on the couch, hitting a button that shut all the doors and windows

"And tonight, I'll prove it to you."

Let's just say, you had trouble walking for awhile

(1) Жизнь моя, pronounced "Zhizn’ moya", means “my life” in Russian and is usually a term of endearment

Sigma

Oh my lord he is so understanding it's crazy

Although Sigma is the furthest thing from forgetful, his brain and schedule will always have room for stuff you need to remember

Got a doctor's appointment you forgot? He remembers and brings you to it

Forgot where you put something important? He knows where it is

Forgot to eat? He'll make you a meal himself

Forgot to meet up with a client? He'll meet them for you

Honestly, he gives you royalty treatment

He loves just giving you gifts in general, so he custom-made you an obsidian necklace that had a poker chip on it, The obsidian in his words was to represent how strong you are, and the poker chip was to remind you of him

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts ever

And you'd lost it

You debated just asking him at first,

But no. Too embarrassing

You'd worn it every day and now POOF

GONE?!

You didn't wanna worry your already busy partner with this

So you tore apart your half of the room before neatly searching through Sigma's half of the room

3 hours later and nothing.

For a second you debated throwing yourself off the sky casino

But then the click of your bedroom door was heard

"Oh my-"

You slowly looked up to see Sigma's confused face as he looked at your side of the room

For a while, he was silent in thought

"Are you.. redecorating-"

You groaned as you fell the rest of the way down on the floor

"I lost your necklace.. I didn't wanna ask you for help."

Sigma chuckles a bit as you look up at him

"That was actually my mistake"

Before you could ask, he walked over to his dresser and opened a small box, pulling it back out

"You'd accidentally left it in the bathroom"

Wow

The one place you didn't check

Definitely cuddles after though

Nikolai

He would not give zero shit's

He just loves you

He might make fun of you a bit, but he honestly just thinks you're adorable when you lose stuff

He asks Fyodor to buy you new things when you lose them rather than look for them-

He has such admiration and genuine interest in you that he gets you gifts tailored exactly to your interests

If you lose a gift from him, he honestly won't be mad

"Awe my Kindred Spirit,"

He grabs his cloak and reaches in, pulling out something even better

"Here does this make it better!?"

"Nikolai!"

He dances around the room with you to celebrate you being happy again

Ranpo

Oh he teases you, shame on you if you think he wouldn't

He gently teases you though, stopping if he gets even a slight hint it upsets you

Ranpo does have amazing patience though, there has never been a moment your forgetfulness has annoyed or bothered him once

He regularly gives you snacks as gifts, but he gave you a silly little necklace with a duck charm (Yes this is a Wan ref)

It was silly and cheap, but it was sweet

When you lost it you were crushed

You looked for it but could not find it

In the morning you went to the agency to try to search for it, but on your way there you actually met with Ranpo at a sweet store

"Hey there detective darlin'!"

He yelled as he ran out of the store

For internally freaked out a bit as he started excitedly telling you about the sale in the store

You chuckled nervously, making him immediately deduce what happened

"Ohhhhh, I see. You lost the Necklace!"

You kinda expected him to figure it out

He then chuckled as he walked over to a small quarter vending machine and pointed at the prizes

"Ya see! We can just keep playing till we get a new one!"

You two then had a small date of finding quarters and playing the Machine till you had a bag full of prizes, and a new duck necklace of course

Chuuya

Although Chuuya is a very understanding person, I can't deny this wouldn't slightly annoy him

He would never make fun of you for it, or make you feel bad though

He will always express that he's not mad at you and does his best to hide his slight frustration

He does understand though, I mean the man didn't remember the first 8 years of his life for years so

He is a little protective of you though. if anyone gave you shit for forgetting something he would a million percent throw hands

He leaves notes all over the house and your hands about important things, he will also text you to remind you about meals throughout the day

"Have you drank water"

"Ah, fuck-"

"Exactly"

Chuuya loves spending money on you

It's his favorite activity

You already have 20 custom-tailored outfits cause of his love for fashion,

But that doesn't mean he can't get you more tailored accessories

One of them was an anklet that had his and your initials in it, along with diamonds and your favorite stone

It was cute, although it was easily hidden by clothes, you wore it very often

You had on the perfect outfit to show it off that day, but when you opened up the cabinet you kept it in, it was gone.

Oh fuck

Panic ensues

The sheets were torn off your bed, and your closet full of clothes from him was searched from top to bottom

The bathroom was also searched along with Chuuya's half of the room

You sighed as you fixed the house, knowing Chuuya hates messes

You then reluctantly called him

"Hey, still at work but what's up doll?"

The softness in his voice made you tear up a bit in guilt

"Chuuya.. I-"

You took a pause to breathe

"I lost the Anklet you gave me."

You heard him gratefully sigh and shuffle in his chair a bit

"That pause made me think you were in trouble"

He joked a bit

"I can buy 20 more of those if I wanted to Sweetheart."

You sniffled a bit

"But that was important!"

He paused a bit

"Are you crying?"

You then paused

"No.."

"Baby."

You could hear him then walk through the halls of the Port Mafia building

"Give me just one sec, "

You heard him then knock on a door and open it

"Hey boss, I need to head home early. Let me know Tomorrow if there's anything else you need me for"

"Alright, I'm on my way home. We'll search together, okay?"

You sniffled a little as you smiled

"You're the best."

"Anything for you Angel."

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[freesia-writes]

Hey there! So... I saw your Valentine post and I would really love to read a little something with my beloved, if that's alright! I really like your blog and your vibe so I figured it would be a great read!

So if it's alright, I'd love to request a Crosshair x Fem!Reader where the reader is shorter than him, kind of with a grumpy/sunshine or a "stoic man goes soft when he looks at the woman he loves" kind of thing... I'm so weak for that trope, honestly, and Crosshair always sweeps me off my feet ❤️

No pressure at all, love! I'll be happy to read what you write for this February 14th.

Hugs!

Hellooooo friend! :) Thanks so much! I hope this is a warm and fuzzy little read for ya. Dividers courtesy of @stars-n-spice via this post. I wasn't sure if I should post them all on the 14th or just churn em out as I finish, but I figured I'd space em out a bit. 🤓

Crosshair x Reader (I think it could be Fem or GN; hair in the face is mentioned, as well as "looking pretty", but I think that's it)

1.2k words - SFW - content warnings are just flirtin n kissin. 😜

The indoor shooting range on Kamino hummed with the steady rhythm of blaster fire, the loud noise constantly reverberating off the walls. You stood at the edge of the range, observing the troopers as they honed their skills and ready to provide additional instruction or advice as needed. A tall, lanky figure caught your eye, and your heart skipped a beat. Clone Force 99 must be on world.

Crosshair's presence always commanded attention, his tall frame towering over the troopers as he moved with purpose and precision. It wasn't the first time you had encountered him here, and each time, you found yourself captivated by his silent prowess and unwavering focus. 

As he lined up his first shot, you couldn't help but admire the way he handled his weapon with ease, his movements fluid and controlled. Despite his stoic demeanor, there was an undeniable magnetism about him, an irresistible pull that drew you in like a moth to a flame. The interactions you’d had over the last number of months had always left you wanting more; you were sure of an incredible depth and complexity beneath his icy exterior, and the few quips and jabs you’d traded in the mess hall as well as the firing range had only served to fuel your interest.

The presence of other troopers always kept his walls up, though. You noticed the way he’d walk -- steady and focused, unaffected by anything around him. His gaze was steely and his affect flat, save for the few glances you’d shared where you could swear there was an imperceptible softening in his sharp eyes.

"Nice shooting," you called out as he completed the course, a genuine smile playing at your lips. "You make it look easy." 

Crosshair grunted in response, but there was a flicker of something in his amber eyes, a hint of appreciation for your words. It wasn't often that he received praise, and you could tell it meant more to him than he let on.

"It is easy," he replied gruffly, his lips hinting at a smile. "You ever shoot anything in here, or do you just stand around and look pretty?”

You chuckled at his comment, feeling a warmth spread through you at the compliment. "I guess I just stick to what I’m best at," you replied, unable to hide the smile in your voice as you peered up at him. 

Crosshair's smirk grew, a rare display of emotion from the typically stoic sniper. "I guess," he conceded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. “You want a lesson?”

The air between you crackled with tension, the unspoken attraction simmering just beneath the surface. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and for a moment, it felt as though the world around you had fallen away.

“I suppose a little extra preparation couldn’t hurt,” you attempted, casting one last glance down the range to ensure that everyone was alright on their own for now before stepping into one of the stalls. 

Crosshair stepped in behind you, slipping a basic blaster into your hands and nodding down the alley, where the targets had begun to move and shuffle around one another in their predictable way. You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling wildly self-conscious, as though you’d never handled a weapon in your life. 

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” you confessed. 

“Performance anxiety getting to you?” he teased, stepping closer so his chest was pressed against your back. He reached around your shoulders, easy for him from his height, and fitted his hands around yours where they rested on the blaster. Your heart skipped a beat at his proximity, suddenly swimming in this scent and closeness and presence. Almost automatically, you found yourself nestling into his embrace, completely and totally unaware of everything else going on. You heard him inhale behind you, then he quickly compensated by leveling the blaster at the first target. “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

You sighed, bringing yourself back to the task at hand and raising the blaster to your eye, squinting to get a good aim and waiting to get the timing right. You watched the rhythm of the targets, memorizing the track and speed of each, then squeezed off a few shots, hitting some of them but not all. A self-effacing little chuckle fell from your lips as you set the blaster down on the tray in front of you, stepping to the side to look at Crosshair sheepishly. 

“You make me nervous,” you admitted, seeking an excuse but realizing it was more of a confession. 

“So sorry,” he crooned, stepping a bit closer and brushing a strand of hair back from your face. You sucked in a sharp breath, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of the gesture.

"You've been watching me," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "I've noticed."

Heat flooded your cheeks at the realization that he had been aware of your gaze all along. "I... I have," you confessed, meeting his gaze with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. “Sorry. You’re just really good at what you do.”

“Mmm. Is that it?” he prodded, moving his hand to brush your cheek with the backs of gently-curled fingers. 

“Geez, Crosshair,” you breathed, eyes dropping to his chest as your heart pounded in your chest. You were utterly speechless, simultaneously frozen in place and yet fighting every urge in your body to reach out and touch him, pull him hard against you. 

“Maybe a lesson of a different sort,” he suggested, a gleam in his luminous eyes that made your knees weak. Before you could respond, he leaned closer, gaze flickering down to your lips and back, hesitating for a second as though waiting for you to pull away. But you were drawn in, moving without your permission, reaching up to bring your face to his as your hand snuck around the back of his neck.

And then he was kissing you. It was gentle at first, hesitant and questioning, then slowly grew firmer as he took one more step closer, cupping your face with two strong hands. Your eyes were closed so tightly that you thought you may have been dreaming, trying so hard to commit every single detail to memory, from the shocking softness of his lips to the intoxicating sensation of his frame curled around your own. Pulling back, he met your gaze once more, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Not bad," he remarked, his tone teasing. "But I think it could use some further practice."

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful arrogance, the tension between you dissipating like smoke in the wind. Lingering for a moment, you cupped his cheek before stepping back, resting a hand on his chest for a second and then dropping it to your side. 

“Anything for the Republic,” you said with a cheesy salute, cringing immediately at your own attempt at humor.

He slipped a toothpick into his mouth, flicking it into one corner as touched your chin with some lightly curled fingers before giving you a wink and sauntering away, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. 

“If you’re done making out with the weirdo, can I get a reset on the lane over here?” a clone voice called out, evoking a bright blush across your face as you rushed over to help him, ignoring the taunting grin on his face. 

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Extreme Proof – Steve Harrington

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My heart sank into my stomach when I looked up and saw Nancy Wheeler walking up to the ice cream counter. My stomach turned when I realized that it was Steve's turn at the cash register. I couldn't help but watch their interaction. They seemed. . . Perfect.

Steve and Nancy always seemed perfect. His smile was different. His laugh was different. His whole demeanor and attitude were different when he was around his ex-girlfriend. And I couldn't help but wonder why he settled for me.

I knew Steve and Nancy when they were dating. Well, I didn't know them know them. I grew up with them. I was in the same grade as Nancy and lived next to Steve and his parents. After they broke up, I could instantly tell that it had a bigger effect on Steve than it did on Nancy. She quickly moved on. He didn't.

Later that year, I started working at the ice cream shop within the new mall. I ended up being trained with Robin. Two months later, I trained Steve. It took him almost a week to recognize me as his neighbor. Once he made that connection, he put more of an effort into being nice to me. It wasn't until one night when the three of us got high while pretending to complete inventory that things finally escalated between us.

~ • ~

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Robin giggled. Her laughter made Steve and I laugh.

"Probably not," he shrugged.

"Definitely not," I corrected. "But who cares?!"

All three of us started laughing harder. All of a sudden, Robin jumped up and ran into the other room complaining about being hungry. I looked over at Steve, both of our laughter stopping. I cleared my throat and turned away from him, taking a puff. Without looking at him, I handed the blunt to him. He took it but didn't let go of my hand.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," he whispered.

"For what?" I asked, forgetting why I wasn't looking at him.

"For forgetting you," he explained, his voice still soft.

"Steve," I sighed, finally pulling my hand out of his.

"Y/N," he quickly said, stopping me from walking away. "We spent our entire childhoods living right next to each other. I constantly looked over."

"You did?" I said, even though I had told myself not to respond.

"Every time I looked over at you, you guys always looked so happy," he said, maintaining perfect eye contact. "You ate dinner together. You watched movies together. Your dad helped you with your homework. You spent every weekend helping your dad with yard work and helping your mom with housework. I was so jealous."

"Why?"

"You guys did everything as a family," he said. "And all I wanted was to be a part of it."

"A part of it?" I repeated. "Why would you want to be a part of my. . ."

Steve leaned over and cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. My mind was too cloudy for me to make any sense of this. So, instead of making sense of it, I gave in. I started kissing him back and things slowly escalated. We probably would've gone the whole way if Robin hadn't literally fallen into the room.

~ • ~

After that night, I didn't work the weekend. Another teenager asked for extra hours and I gave up mine. Monday, when I finally went back to work, I walked in and instantly made eye contact with Steve. Before either one of us was forced to fill the awkward silence, I went to the back room and found my name tag. I turned around and was about to walk back out when I suddenly wasn't alone.

~ • ~

"Steve," I gasped. "I was just. . ."

He cut me off by grabbing my hands and pulling me closer. "I think we need to talk."

"We really. . ."

He cut me off again by pressing his lips to mine. I was clear-headed and still didn't hesitate to kiss him back. As our lips moved in sync, I let out a small chuckle. My laugh made Steve slowly break the kiss.

"What?" He asked with a small smirk on his face.

"I seem to see a pattern developing," I teased.

"And what pattern is that?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"From what I can remember from last Thursday," I smiled, "you seem to only kiss me when you want me to shut up."

"First of all," he started to list off, "there are worse ways to tell someone to shut up. And second, that's not the only reason I kissed you."

"Really?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's not," he whispered. "The truth is Y/N, I have feelings for you."

My heart jumped into my throat as Steve stared at me with soft eyes. "You do?" I whispered, not sure what else to say to him. "Since when?"

"Since we were kids," he said simply.

"All that time?" I stuttered. Steve smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"All that time."

~ • ~

Things changed after that. Steve took me on lunch dates, rearranged his work schedule so we were on the same shift, and even came by the days he didn't work and I did. As good as everything was for us, I couldn't shake this feeling that something was hovering over us. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was hovering over us.

When it got too painful to watch Steve take Nancy's ice cream order, I turned around and instantly grabbed the broom from the storage closet. I kept my back to the counter as I swept the floor. When I was done, I instantly started cleaning tables.

"I thought I was on cleanup duty," Robin said. I didn't dare turn around. I didn't want to watch Steve make Nancy's ice cream sundae. I heard Robin sigh before she grabbed my hand. She took the rag and tossed it onto an empty booth before dragging me to the small lounge we had back behind the counter.

"Talk," she demanded.

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb," she sighed. She lowered her voice as she continued, "I know what you're thinking, Y/N. Steve is not in love with Nancy."

"It's just. . ."

"He's not," she cut me off. "Steve and Nancy happened a long time ago. He's so much happier now, Y/N. Now that he has you."

"I can't help but. . ."

"What?" She pushed me when I didn't continue.

"I can't let go of the feeling that Steve still has feelings for her," I confessed. I looked up and saw Steve and Nancy still talking at the counter. "See?"

Robin turned around and sighed when she saw my boyfriend talking to his ex-girlfriend. "I'm sure you're reading into it," she stuttered. "I mean. . ."

I didn't hear whatever excuse she was struggling to come up with. Instead, I went to the back freezer and started unloading random things. I jumped when two arms wrapped around me.

"You know I love you, Robin," I said, trying to tease, "but not like that."

"Ha ha," Steve laughed sarcastically as he spun me around. His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Why wouldn't it be?"

I walked away and reached down, picking up a tub of our new flavor that's been selling fast. Steve walked over, gently grabbed it out of my hands, and placed it back on the shelf.

"What's going on, baby?" He asked, his voice lowering to a whisper.

"It's nothing," I stuttered, matching his tone.

"Robin told me."

My stomach dropped. I pulled my hands out of his and instantly wrapped my arms around myself.

"Baby," he sighed, gently grabbing my arms and pulling me closer. "We've talked about this. There is nothing between me and Nancy anymore."

He started to lean in to kiss me, but I gently stopped him. "We should get back to work," I said softly. I started walking out of the freezer, but he grabbed my wrist.

"No," he said firmly. "Y/N, we need to talk about this. We have talked about this. I know you think you aren't good enough for me, but, baby, you need to get passed those insecurities."

"Get passed them," I scoffed, stepping away from him. "Like it's so easy. Tell me, Steve, how easy was it for you to get past your insecurities with high school and being known as Steve "the Hair" Harrington? Not so easy, huh?"

"That's not fair," he sighed.

"You don't get it," I said, my voice breaking. "Nancy. . . She's. . . Nancy Wheeler is everything that I'm not."

"Except for one thing," Steve quickly interjected. "She isn't the girl I want to be with. She's not you, Y/N. And I want to be with you."

"You have to try to understand, Steve. This isn't easy for me. I mean. . . I've never had a serious boyfriend before and. . . Seeing you with her. . . It's not easy on me, okay? It just. . ."

"What?" He asked a little too harshly. "Try and explain it to me, Y/N."

"I can't," I whispered. "And if you can't understand it then. . ."

"Then what?" He sighed, clearly losing his patience with me.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be together."

Before he could agree with me or fight for me, I turned on my heels and ran. I ran out of the ice cream shop, out of the mall. When I got outside, I stopped for a brief second and let out a small scoff.

It was raining.

"Of course," I mumbled. I looked around, my eyes landing on the payphone. I ran through the rain toward the payphone. I grabbed some coins out of my pocket and called my brother.

"Speak!" He answered.

"Eddie," I said, my voice breaking.

"What happened?" His whole demeanor changed. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I think. . . I think Steve and I just broke up."

"What?!" I covered my mouth to muffle my sob as Eddie continued to angrily mumble. "I swear I am going to. . . It'll be the last thing. . . I'm gonna kill. . . Wait, what happened?"

"Nancy came into the shop today," I said, my voice shaky.

"Y/N," Eddie sighed. "Steve is not still in love with Nancy. It's all in your head."

"But you didn't see them together, Ed," I instantly defended myself.

"Look," he said gently, "I know you've had your issues with your self-confidence and with constantly comparing yourself to Nancy Wheeler, but, you gotta stop. It doesn't matter that Steve and Nancy used to have a thing. He's not with her anymore."

"He's with me," I cut him off. "I know. I know. But it's not like it was his choice."

"What are you talking about?"

"She broke up with him, Eddie," I said, my voice dropping.

"So?"

"That doesn't mean he stopped loving her."

"Y/N," he sighed. "I believe Steve when he says he doesn't love Nancy anymore. Why don't you?"

"Because why would he want me?" I yelled, finally letting out all my insecurities and frustrations. "I'm boring, Eddie. I don't have any friends. All I do is go to school, come home, do my homework, and go to bed a 9. Why would Steve "the Hair" Harrington fall for someone as boring as me? I'm not smart. I'm not funny. I'm not beautiful. I'm not enough for him, Eddie. Why does no one else understand this?!"

I slammed the phone back onto its receiver and turned around. Usually, Steve takes me home from work, but I had to get out of here. I saw the bus at the bus stop and instantly started running towards it in hopes of catching it.

One minute I was running through the rain. The next, I was falling. As I landed, I hit my head hard. I tried to think. I tried to sit up. I tried to move, but it was like I was frozen. Soon, the world started to spin. It wasn't long before the darkness took over. But right before it did, I thought I heard someone yell my name.

"Y/N?!"

* * * * *

I woke up a little while later being warmer than I was when I first fell asleep.

"I told you, Eddie," I heard my Uncle Wayne sigh, "she hit her head pretty hard. She may be out for a couple of more hours."

"She's awake," I heard Steve say with a small chuckle.

"How do you. . ." Eddie didn't finish his question when he turned around and saw me watching them. I was back in my room and the three of them were standing in the doorway.

I smiled when Eddie ran to my side. He was already sitting next to me and holding my hand by the time Uncle Wayne walked into my room.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?" He asked me.

"Okay," I shrugged. "I think. I mean. . . I'm a little confused."

"You slipped," Steve said, his voice softer than normal.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You were running toward the bus," Steve explained as he slowly walked into my room. "With the rain and the puddles, you slipped. I walked out of the mall right as you fell. I ran over to you, but you were barely conscious."

"Oh," I said under my breath. Suddenly, a thick tension fell between the two of us. If it wasn't for that tension, I would've laughed when Uncle Wayne hit Eddie's arm.

"We'll give you two some privacy," he said as he practically dragged Eddie out of my room. As soon as it was just us two, Steve sat on the edge of my bed.

"We need to talk about this," he said softly. "I can't stand the idea of you thinking you're not good enough for me."

"I just. . ."

"Please," he gently cut me off. "I need to say some things and I need you to hear them, okay? You are enough for me, Y/N. You are the perfect girl for me. I know you struggle with my and Nancy's friendship. If I could make it better for you, I would. The only way I can start to make it better is to tell you that I am completely, one hundred percent over Nancy Wheeler. I am also completely, one hundred percent into you. I don't know why you think you're not enough for me, but you are. You are enough, baby. No one is better for me. You make me extremely happy. You make it so I don't have to be fake. If I'm not happy, you know it. If I'm struggling, you know what to do to help me. I promise, Y/N, there is nothing between me and Nancy. Not anymore. Not ever again. I haven't had feelings for her for a long time. You make me happy. There is no one in this world I would rather be with than you."

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. Every insecurity, every worry, disappeared as we kissed. Steve broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I don't just want you," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, my voice breaking. My smile fell as I continued, "I'm really sorry, Steve. I never should've. . . I shouldn't. . . I was wrong. I should've believed you when you kept telling me you were over her."

"It's okay," he soothed. "But next time, promise me that you'll talk to me if you ever feel something like that again. Please, baby. Promise me."

"I promise."

Steve smiled as I pulled him toward me and laid down. That night, I fell asleep with Steve's arms wrapped tightly around me.

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[ferrstappen]

hi!!! could you write something about max and reader dating and its winter break and reader gets sick. basically its just cute fluff of max taking care of her. thank you <333

this is great because its cold af (where I live) and I'm sick (both physically and mentally <3)

chicken soup l Max Verstappen blurb

You denied it.

Your brain tried denying the swelling of your throat, the heaviness of your limbs, the dizziness.

It made sense after visiting Max's family during winter break; one of the kids was sick, which meant Victoria woke up with a runny nose, Sophie with a headache, telling you and Max to go back home a bit earlier since neither Max nor you had any symptoms.

If only... the moment the small plane landed in Nice, your legs carried you to the tiny restroom, emptying your stomach, your head was spinning so bad you didn't notice Max holding your hair and rubbing circles on your back. at least, the best he could on the restricted space.

It didn't take two seconds when his phone vibrated, his sister letting him know the kids were now nauseous and dizzy.

No shit.

Max drove slower than usual, not wanting the bumps on the road to upset your head or stomach, constantly turning his head to see your eyes closed, breathing not so smoothly.

In his head, he made a plan for everything he'd do once they got home: ask if you wanted to take a shower, helping you change, choosing the best pajamas, defrosting some chicken so he could make you soup, remembering if any of you had bought some chamomile tea.

That's exactly what he did. You probably weren't aware you leaned on Max after getting out of the car, your body touching the bed and falling asleep in minutes.

It was dark when you woke up, head still pounding, forehead still warm, throat still closed, but the smell of soup was enough to drag your feet from the bedroom to the kitchen.

It was empty, no sight of Max, but a tray was already arranged with a bowl and his not-so-secret mix of green tea, honey and lemon, just a couple of teaspoons he always said, so the lemon wouldn't be too harsh, just enough to soothe the pain.

You could cry from the sight of everything Max did in a short amount of time, now you were realizing you weren't wearing the jeans and cardigan, but fluffy white pajama pants and oversized, navy blue Red Bull hoodie with his scent.

Then, you heard his voice. He was speaking with someone else, probably streaming or something, but the need to thank him was enough to open the door and carefully walking towards his seat, making sure to not show on the camera frame.

Pssst.

His head turned around and his eyes softened, arms reached for you instantly, making space so you could seat on his lap, your legs dangling over his legs and your face hidden on his face.

user1: i am so soft for them like... she is wearing red bull merch and he instantly reached out for her

user2: does he realize he's muted but still streaming???

user3: HE IS PLACING HER HAIR UNDER HER EAR I AM SO DONE WHEN IS IT MY TURN?????!!!!

"How are you feeling, schatz?" Max placed his hand on your forehead, forehead wrinkling after noticing it was still warm.

"I'm better, but you are definitely getting sick as well," You replied and Max laughed, body slightly shivering from the feeling of your breath on his neck.

"Good thing there's soup for both of us," Max kissed the top of your hair, telling you he was going to say goodbye and end the stream.

He didn't pay attention to the comments or anything, just unmuting himself and saying goodbye, carrying you to the bedroom and placing you on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before going to the kitchen.

"No, stay here," you told him, almost sounding like a toddler, even stretching your arms so he'd join you. "We can have soup later, when after your stomach starts feeling funny"

Max found his usual spot on the bed, letting his body cover yours from behind, trying to keep you as warm as possible, tightly gripping the duvet, noticing the little hairs standing up with the familiar feeling of his breathing on your neck.

He was definitely getting sick, but it'd be worth it.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen au #max verstappen x you #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 x reader #max verstappen fluff

[cho-aaacho]

(HC's) Malewife! Gojo Satoru

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Living Together, Soft Gojo, Caretaking, Teasing, Comforting Words, Kissing.

He loves spoiling you. Everything about you is his priority. After all, you are his and his alone. 

Showering you with so much affection, love, and tender words. Sometimes it makes you float into the atmosphere or snuggle shyly inside the blanket.

His calmness is so warm, and his blue eyes are so comforting.

He'll read you a good romance novel when you're worn out after work. His soft voice creates an endearing feeling in your cubicle mind and transforms into a warm lullaby.

Such a passionate man.

He's a patient listener and always catches the notes of your struggles after work, letting your tears pour over his chest.

No mockery is hinted in the air, and no upset lingers in his voice. He was just listening to you. Whispering, "Everything is going to be okay." and "Everyone loves you." or "They just simply misunderstood."

He makes sure you have a good night's sleep and beautiful dreams. As a lovely treat, he would have prepared a nice, warm bath with strawberry-scented soap.

He combs your hair after you've showered and compliments you, letting his fingertips caress the strands of your hair. "You're the most lovely person I've ever met. Thank you for loving me."

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Although I still lack in many aspects, you make me complete."

But deep inside, you realize you're the luckiest person in the world to have a man like Gojo Satoru.

He enjoys playing games with you, even though he always pretends to lose to you. He just wants to see your smile.

He loves watching your movie suggestions, reading your favorite novels, and discussing your favorite actors. Despite his jealousy when you bring them up, he still respects you. 

Hungry? Don't worry, he'll be there after all!

He memorized all your favorite foods and recipes. He even asked your grandma about your favorite cakes, cookies, and candy. You know it's a secret family recipe, but Gojo Satoru has a free pass.

Your grandma loves him. Even your dog loves him too!

He loves it when you say, "This cake is really good." and "Perhaps you could bake me this cake again, Satoru-kun," or when you're teasing. "You're so sweet. How could I possibly live without your cake?"

Oh... God, he'll ask you to repeat these compliments. Again. And again.

Sleepy? He'll let you sleep on his lap as his gentle fingertips caress your face and wrap you in a delicate embrace.

He awoke earlier than you, without setting an alarm. Of course. He is naturally a morning person.

After stretching a little, he drinks some water and writes in his journal.

He enjoys seeing the dew fall through the window or maybe seeing the dawn rise on the horizon.

When he drew closer to you, he would seal your lips with a morning kiss, savoring each breath you exhaled as he pinched your nose with his lips.

Sometimes you'll purr from his gentle and compassionate kiss, which makes him unfurled with a soft smile.

Whispering "I love you." or "Good morning, sleepyhead," he ensures that he loves to tease you too.

So loveable. Dependable.

He left a letter beside your bento, allowing you to feel his love both through the bento and his heartfelt letter. Although it was just a simple, love-endearing word, you always kept that letter in the jar.

Your desk is constantly full of photos of him. So whenever you have a hard time at work, the only solace you find is in gazing at his photo.

He's sending you a photo of him cooking while you're at work, so you'll know what's being prepared for dinner.

Or sending you a message when you are at work, like...

"Hey, I'll cook you pasta for dinner. I hope it can help you with your overtime."

"I know you had a bad day at work. So I'm thinking about baking some brownies. What do you say?"

"Please come home early. I miss you."

"I'll prepare a warm bath for you; just tell me where you are now."

"Please go home safely. I love you."

His Instagram feed is full of photos of you with him or a cute cake he baked.

You once gave him a recipe book, and he thanked you by kissing you multiple times.

When you hug him, he kind of smells like biscuits or chocolate.

"It's been eight years since we met, and I cherish every moment I spent with you, especially those moonlit nights. Despite everything that has happened, I still love you. I hope we can continue to share our blue skies and red roses, and I hope that you still love me, just as much as I love you."

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo x reader #gojo jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

[coldfanbou]

Making New Friends

A little delayed; sorry about that, but here we are with the Mommy series fic. Jeongyeon confronts her feelings, Dahyun hides some important details, and two new faces appear in this part. This also teases how the next part is going to begin so be on the look out.

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Jeongyeon x Mreader

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As the day began, Dahyun dropped off her kid at the daycare and was happy enough to skip occasionally. She constantly checked herself, making sure nothing was out of place. When she arrived at work, she hurried along to her department, spotting Jeongyeon; she snuck up behind the older woman and hooked her arm around Jeongyeon's. "Jeongyeon! I had a great day yesterday. I have so much to tell you." 

At that moment, Jeongyeon remembered Dahyun had gone out with you, "O-oh, is that right?" Dahyun nodded with excitement.

"We went shopping for a cream I use, and he got me one as a gift. Then…" Dahyun goes quiet for a moment, getting embarrassed as the memories of having sex with you run through her mind. "Then he took me to pick up Eunseo and drove us home."

"Oh, that's nice of him," Jeongyeon says, a little relieved that Dahyun hadn't done more with you. 

"Right? I'm thinking of- oh, he's here." Dahyun cuts herself off and waves at you while you walk to your desk. 

"Hi Dahyun, Jeongyeon. How are you two doing?"

"Great!"

"I'm…fine," Jeongyeon replies as she avoids looking at you. After some chatter, Dahyun goes to her desk. 

You pass behind Jeongyeon, "I got your message. Do you still want to meet after work?" You whisper to her. 

Jeongyeon looks at you for a second, takes a deep breath, and answers, "I do." The work day goes by as expected, with Dahyun joining you two for lunch. She's attentive to you, asking if you have any questions about the place and generally engaging in more conversation. Jeongyeon would occasionally join in. She was still a little cold but seemed to be warming up to you. When the day ended, Dahyun was coming up to you and Jeongyeon when her phone rang, and she rushed off in the other direction. 

You look at Jeongyeon, and she stares back. She waited until the office was empty to say a word. "Um, I…I want to be more than friends." Jeongyeon wets her lips before she continues. "I-could we go back to your place?"

"Hold on a second there, Jeongyeon. What do you mean more than friends?"

"Don't make me say it," Jeongyeon whines, putting her hand on yours. You continue to stare into her eyes and see her resolve weaken. "I…I want to sleep with you." She puts her hand through her hair before ruffling it. "You know I'm married, but he, my husband, hasn't wanted to be intimate in a long time. I just want to be able to release everything. Can you be that for me?" You look at each other for what seems like forever. You move forward and capture Jeongyeon's lips. She gives in to you, opening her mouth and letting your tongue run through it.  Jeongyeon wraps her arms around you, small moans escaping her. Feeling herself grow wet just from the kiss, Jeongyeon pushes herself forward and tries to climb onto your lap. You break the kiss and put a finger to her lips. 

Jeongyeon seems disappointed until your words reach her ears. "Why don't we keep this going at my home?" 

She nods her head, "You're right. We should be somewhere more private." 

The two of you leave the office and head off in your car. "So, do I have to have you home at a certain time?" You say with a slight chuckle.

"N-no, actually I packed some clothes. I was hoping to ask you later, but can I stay the night? I told my husband that I would be gone for a day."

"You're being bold. Aren't you Jeongyeon?"

"No, it's just…" Jeongyeon's voice becomes smaller, barely audible to you, "I want to make sure this is something I can go through with. I'm sorry for not being completely honest."

You take one hand off the steering wheel and pat Jeongyeon's head, her soft and smooth hair feeling pleasant to the touch. "I understand; you can stay the night," you tell her. “If you decide you can’t go through with it, we can stop at any time.” You know your position as the other person to Jeongyeon. Once you reach your apartment building, you hurry inside with Jeongyeon. You let her inside first; as she looks around, you approach her from behind and start groping her breasts. Despite the clothing keeping you from touching her skin, you still enjoy the feeling of her soft mounds.

"Ahh, wait." Jeongyeon tilts her head back and bites her bottom lip as your hands continue to touch her. 

You kiss Jeongyeon's neck and have one hand undo the buttons to her shirt while the other squeezes her breast. "When you're in here, you're my woman Jeongyeon." Jeongyeon feels a heat and growing wetness in her nether regions as you dominate her. She continues to let out moans and whines. "Make this easier for me, Jeongyeon; take off your skirt." Jeongyeon follows your orders, working to get the zipper holding her skirt together down. You pull down her shirt once the last button is undone and unlatch her bra. As Jeongyeon's skirt touches the ground, you turn her around and smash your lips into hers. The lust-filled woman raises her leg, wanting you to hold it. You follow along, holding her thigh. You take the other in your hand and lift her up; walking a few steps, you place Jeongyeon between yourself and the wall. You press your body against hers; once Jeongyeon wraps her legs around you, one hand leaves her thigh. You cup Jeongyeon's cheek as you kiss her; her hands wrap around you as she shuts her eyes. Adjusting her position, you push her higher and leave kisses along her chest, stopping at both breasts to circle Jeongyeon's nipples with your tongue. She gasps, feeling your wet tongue drag along the small nub. You look up at Jeongyeon and smile.

She leans in and kisses you again. You lower her and take Jeongyeon to the bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, you stare at her body, noticing the wet patch in her panties. Jeongyeon's heart beats quickly as she sees you undress. As you start to crawl over her body, you plant small kisses on her legs. Your fingers linger on her cunt as you move upward. Jeongyeon's coos are music to your ears. You stop at her breast again, sucking on it while you rub Jeongyeon's pussy through her panties. She holds your head to her chest, "Don't stop. You can have all the milk you want." Jeongyeon raises her hips, wanting more pleasure. You stop moving your fingers, leaving Jeongyeon to do all the work. You listen to her whine with pleasure. "Please, I need you." You rub her lips again as you collect more of Jeongyeon's milk. Holding it in your mouth, you move up and share it with her. Jeongyeon welcomes the rich taste, moaning loudly as she finishes her drink. 

After you break the kiss, you lay beside Jeongyeon. "You were really eager to get on my lap earlier, Jeongyeon. I want to see you ride me." Jeongyeon blushed; she hadn't intended to do that; her body had moved on its own. Jeongyeon slowly climbs on top of you, rubbing your cock as she grinded against it. Her panties were the only barrier for the moment. Moving them to the side and aligning your cock with her cunt, Jeongyeon pauses. There would be no going back once she took you inside her. Doubts flood her mind, and she considers the consequences of her action. The possibility of her family breaking apart and what would happen afterward goes through her head. She looks at you for a moment and takes the chance. Shutting her eyes, Jeongyeon sinks herself onto your cock. It pushes far into her, nearly making Jeongyeon climax. You both let out a loud moan. Leaning up, you kiss Jeongyeon softly and let her control the pace. Jeongyeon rocks her hips, feeling your cock shift around inside her. She lifts and lowers herself in one motion, slamming her body down on yours. Your hands start to play with Jeongyeon's tits, squeezing the soft mounds as Jeongyeon starts to enjoy the pleasure of having sex again.

"Y-you're a lot bigger than I remember." Jeongyeon moans, her tits bouncing with every movement. 

"Yeah? Well, you're just as good as I remember." You whisper into her ear. Moving one hand down to her ass, you give it a slight squeeze. "You're such a naughty mommy, Jeongyeon." 

"I know, I'm a naughty mommy. Just don't stop," Jeongyeon cries out. 

"You don't have to worry about that. Don't you remember? I said I couldn't get tired of you." You feel her pussy tighten around your cock as you say that. You start bucking your hips to match Jeongyeon. 

"Fuck, you're really deep." Jeongyeon's breathing quickens; she's slowly approaching her orgasm. As you thrust, you feel her walls cradle your cock, holding you when you're buried inside. The slow pace of Jeongyeon's bounces starts to pick up. You roll her onto her back and start controlling the speed as they do. You pepper her body with kisses as you impale Jeongyeon with your cock. You hold onto Jeongyeon's waist, keeping her still, and watch her tits bounce.

"I love your body Jeongyeon. It's great." You moan into her ear. Jeongyeon can't say a word as groans flow out of her. She just wraps her legs around you. "Is it a safe day?"  You ask her. "I want to cum inside." 

"I don't care; please cum inside me." Your thrusts speed up again, making Jeongyeon's body shake as she approaches her orgasm. "C-cum together. I want to cum together." Feeling Jeongyeon pussy clamp down on your cock you give it a few more thrusts, and your cock starts twitching. You make sure Jeongyeon looks at you as you bury your cock inside her and flood her womb with cum. Meeting her lips, you kiss her, muffling her moans as she climaxes at the same time. Her legs are tightly wrapped around your body as you move back and forth inside her. Once you finish pouring your semen into her, you pull out and lay beside Jeongyeon. You reach over and pull Jeongyeon onto your body, stroking her hair as she rests on your chest.

"So…what are the results?" You ask her, Jeongyeon. 

"I'm not sure…I might need to do some more tests." Jeongyeon says as she gently smiles at you. After a moment to let her joke sink in, she speaks again. "I…I think that this is going to work out. I mean, if you want to do this." Jeongyeon pauses and stares into your eyes before laying her head on your chest and hugging you. 

You pat her head. "I want to, Jeongyeon." An idea pops into your head, and you decide to ask Jeongyeon about it. "You said you packed clothes. Do you want to go out to eat or maybe grab some ice cream?" 

"Like a date?"

"Yeah, a date."

"T-that would be great."

You lightly spank Jeongyeon. "Then get dressed; we'll go out." Once Jeongyeon puts on the clothes she packed, you head out. In the car, you end up deciding to get some ice cream. You each order your favorite and sit at one of the many tables. 

"I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." While you wait for Jeongyeon to return, you spot a woman staring at you. She turns her eyes away from you when you catch her staring. You look around, not wanting to assume she’s looking at you. The likelihood that she was, though, is high, considering there was only one other person in the ice cream shop; the worker behind the counter.

When you turn back around, the woman is standing at the side of your table. "Hey, you're pretty cute. I'm Tzuyu. I saw you were with that lady. Why don't you ditch her and come with me."

"No, thanks." 

Tzuyu leans over, showing you her small cleavage. "Come on; we could have a lot of fun. She's just going to drag you down." Tzuyu slowly drags her tongue along her ice cream, some dripping onto her chin. "I can make you have a night you'll never forget."

"I said no, I'm staying here with her." 

Tzuyu pouts, "Fine, but here's my number; give it a call if you ever get tired of her." Tzuyu walks out of the shop. You look down at a small card with her number on it. You think to yourself that it's a shame she acted so poorly despite her cute appearance. 

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door open, you crumple the paper and put it in your pocket. "I'm back; sorry for making you wait." Jeongyeon leans over the table, whispering, "I made such a mess because of the cum you left inside me." You smile, hearing her giggle.

"I guess I'll need to put more in you then."

Jeongyeon smirks, "Maybe." 

"So how often are we going to get to do this?" 

"I don't know; we'll have to plan things out. I can't go out all the time without making him suspicious." 

"What about your kid?" 

"That’s another problem. I need to watch him." Jeongyeon looks at her ice cream, mixing it slowly as she thinks. "Maybe, once a month?"

"That’s not enough."

"I know, I know."

"Let's do it at work." You say bluntly. 

"What? You can't be serious." You put your hand over Jeongyeon's hand.

"I want you, Jeongyeon."

"I-I…" Jeongyeon blushes, looking away as she stays quiet. 

The bell at the shop door rings, "Jeongyeon, is that you?" Jeongyeon looks confused as she looks toward the person calling her name.

"Sana?" You turn your head and see a young woman scurry over to Jeongyeon; she sits beside her and hugs Jeongyeon. 

"I haven't seen you in forever!" The woman known as Sana rubs her face against Jeongyeon's.

"Hey, stop that!" 

"Never!" Jeongyeon tries to push away Sana but struggles to do so. Sana catches sight of you for a moment and pauses. "Ooh, this isn't your husband," Sana whispers. "Don't tell me you got divorced." 

"No, I didn't."

"Does that mean…Jeongyeon! I wouldn't expect you to do something like this. How could you?"

Jeongyeon sighs, "Sana, let's step outside." The two stand up; as Jeongyeon passes by you, she grabs your arm. "You're coming along too." You step outside with Jeongyeon and Sana. It's silent, everyone refusing to speak. Eventually, Jeongyeon takes a deep breath, "Sana, things aren't the same with him. He hasn't looked at me like a woman in almost a year. He's done nothing while I've tried everything to get us back to a good place." Jeongyeon's eyes begin to fill with tears. It tugs at your heart, making you go to her side and hug her. Jeongyeon holds you tightly. "I-I've tried so hard…."

Sana's serious face softens, and she pats Jeongyeon on the back. "Don't cry, Jeongyeon. I- look, I'm sorry that's going on. I won't say a word to him." Jeongyeon stays latched onto you. Sana looks at you while you hold her friend. "You better take better care of her."

"I will."

"So, how did you two meet?" 

Jeongyeon sniffles and wipes her eyes, "We went on vacation recently, and he happened to be there too. Jihyo convinced me to join for sex and then-"

"Jihyo?"

"Yeah, she's in the same boat. Her husband wouldn't touch her either. So we spent time with him, and he took care of us. We talked and spent a lot of time getting to know each other."

Sana stands there and rubs the back of her head after hearing the explanation of events. "Wow, I'm kind of glad I chose not to marry now." She says with a nervous laugh. "You must be a real catch to get both of them in one go. Jeongyeon, I don't have anything going on. How about I join you and him for a couple of rounds?"

You look at Jeongyeon with a bit of surprise; she catches your gaze and turns away. "Don't look at me like that. I experimented a little in college."

"I'd say more than a little," Sana retorts with a laugh. Jeongyeon raises her fist at Sana, who just hugs her in return. "There's the girl I know and love." Sana kisses Jeongyeon. The suddenness catches both of you off guard. You hear a small moan from Jeongyeon and realize that Sana snuck one hand down Jeongyeon's pants. Sana breaks the kiss, her eyes wide. "Did you two come here after doing it?" Sana playfully slaps Jeongyeon's shoulder with her free hand before pulling her other hand out from Jeongyeon's pants. Her fingers are covered in your cum. "Jeongyeon, you naughty girl, walking around with another man's cum inside you." Sana switches between looking at the two of you as she tastes the cum on her fingers. "So what do you say? Can I join you?" 

Jeongyeon looks at you, her face bright red. "It’s up to you," you tell her. 

Jeongyeon glances at Sana. The young woman put on a pleading face. "Fine."

"Yes! Come on, let's go!" Sana grabs your arms and starts walking toward the parking lot when she suddenly stops. "I don't know what your car looks like. I assume you have one." You point toward your car, and Sana rushes to it. Jeongyeon and you look at each other, realizing that Sana’s going to be someone with a lot of energy. You both nod, knowing you'll have to work together to tire her out. Sana sits in the back seat as you drive home. "It’s going to be just like old times, Jeongyeon! Well, almost. If only Jihyo was here, oh let me tell you of the time Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and I-" Jeongyeon immediately turns around to shut Sana up. 

"Don't you dare say another word!" You laugh, seeing Jeongyeon get so flustered over her past experiments with Sana. You're excited to see how things are going to go.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #twice smut #jeongyeon smut

[kitten4sannie]

2 - ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ - ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

ɢʀᴏᴜᴘɪᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

part 2

pairing: guitarist! seonghwa x fem! reader feat. lead singer! san (he’s just there so there’s no smut involving him…yet 👀) 

genre: band au, smut, angst that lasts for a split second

summary: you'd do anything for your favorite guitarist. 

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol use, dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, free use, jealousy, dirty talk, fingering, marking, somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: i've always wanted to write a band au so i was vibrating the entire time i wrote this fdhfshf. oh also i'm not going to be reblogging all the nice feedback i get during FFF only bc i don't want people's feeds to constantly be filled up with my replies yk? but i’ll respond to them in the comment section <3

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You’ve always been particularly drawn to the guitarist of a band. Sure, the lead singer was always cocky, full of himself, shameless, but usually had the charm and the looks to back it up. The bassist was usually kind, down to earth, and sweet most of the time. The drummer was confident and robust. But the guitarist…the guitarist was always something else — especially from your all-time favorite band: Paradigm Glitch. 

Seonghwa was charming, so much so that he had you like a puppy on an invisible leash, always willing to answer his every beck and call. He had a ton of passion and fever, especially when it came to his beliefs. He was beyond beautiful, always catching your attention with his stark raven hair, his intense gaze, and his striking features. And of course, he was very, very good with his hands. You could go on and on, but your favorite band member would be starting a set soon. 

“Y/N, put one leg up and spread your cunt open. Lemme get a better look,” Seonghwa commanded in a gruff voice, swinging his guitar strap around so that his guitar hung upside down off his back. 

You leaned against the wall, glancing around the corner of the hallway, hearing some employees and his other band members grumbling about not being able to find Seonghwa for the nth time. “Hwa, you should just…” 

“You’re the one who suggested free use,” he tsked, raking a hand through his hair, the silver jewelry hanging around his wrist jingling with his movement. “I said to put your leg up and spread your pretty cunt for me. So do it.” 

You brought your leg up onto the extra speaker sitting on the floor next to you and lifted your skirt to show that you were going commando like usual, using your thumbs to spread your lips apart. "Like this, Hwa?"

"Mm, good girl," the guitarist praised huskily, immediately sliding two digits into you up to the knuckles, his various-sized rings stretching you out and offering you a pleasurable burning sensation. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your flowery perfume, his plush lips attaching to your soft skin to leave a mark. He preferred to mark what was his.

Due to being a skilled guitarist after years and years of playing, his calloused fingers always brought you to a place of euphoria you could never reach without his help. He had you gripping the rough material of his jacket, barely able to contain your moans, your legs shaking beneath you.

"Gonna cum..." you exhaled weakly, your voice barely making it out of your dry throat.

"Cum, then." Seonghwa continued pounding his fingers into you, slipping in a third and eagerly rubbing your g-spot, your arousal eventually spilling out onto the concrete floor below.

"Hwa...! Oh my god!"

After bringing his cum-coated fingers up to his lips to clean them, Seonghwa grabbed your chin and gave your jaw a kiss, leaving your essence on your skin. “I’ll see you later, baby," he cooed into your ear, walking away and leaving you breathless like he always did.

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You stood in the corner of the tour bus, downing a bottle of dark beer, surrounded by tons of loud, drunken people that you didn’t know or cared to know.

“Y/N, hey,” San, the lead singer of the band, addressed you, leaning against the wall beside you and prodding your side with his elbow. “Why do you look so sad, huh?” 

Wiping your mouth, you glanced over at him, your hazy eyes focusing on his lip ring, before looking across the bus at Seonghwa, who had his arms around two fans. “Seonghwa hasn’t talked to me all night. He’s too busy entertaining those whores over there.” 

San chuckled, grabbing a cold beer from a guy nearby, popping off the cap, and replacing your old one, prompting you to take a few long swigs. “Can you really blame him?”

You shot him a fiery look, muttering, “I should be his whore. Not them.” 

San licked his lips, unconsciously prodding his piercing with the tip of his tongue. “That’s hot. Since he’s so busy, want to give me a ride?” 

Though San was attractive — insanely attractive at that, you were far too focused on Seonghwa. You wanted him. Needed him. But you weren't about to beg for it. “Maybe next time, San.” 

He leaned close to your ear, his breath hitting your skin. “Promise you’ll let me put a baby in you?” 

You almost choked on the bitter liquid, but swallowed it down anyway. “Why would you want to do that?”

He shrugged. “I like filling up whores with my cum. Is there something wrong with that?” 

San didn't have a filter. He said exactly what he was thinking. Did whatever he wanted. This showed up in his lyrics, his raw vocals, and his facial expressions, mesmerizing everyone in the crowd. This way of life especially affected his behavior while up on stage. You couldn't even keep track of how many guitars he smashed during this tour alone.

Being reminded of how incredibly hot San was, you were almost tempted to backtrack and take him up on his offer, but when Seonghwa eyed you from across the room and gave you a crooked smile, your mind was made up.

“I gotta go…” you mumbled, taking a big swig of the beer and pushing it into the lead singer’s broad chest, walking away into the sea of people. 

“Damn.” To distract himself from his bruising ego, San tilted his head back and chugged down the rest of your beer. Wiping his mouth, he turned to his left to start a conversation with a few girls that had been eye-fucking him since he got on the bus. 

Fueled by jealousy and desire, you walked up to Seonghwa and ran a manicured finger along the curve of your neck, where he had left his mark on you. “Want to give me another one of these, Hwa?” 

Despite the two girls almost fuming at your forward question, Seonghwa chuckled, rubbing a bit of smeared mascara from one of his eyelids. “I always do, baby. I’ll be paying you a visit later on tonight, okay?” 

You folded your arms across your chest. “Later on?” 

“Mm-hmm. I’m kinda busy right now." He motioned with his head to one of the girls, encouraging them to give you a smug look and lean closer to him just to spite you. 

You rolled your eyes, mumbling, “Whatever,” looking as unbothered as humanly possible, before heading back into the crowd and grabbing a random bystander’s beer, taking a swig of it.

Seonghwa watched you disappear in the flow of people, blowing a bit of air out of his nose, smiling softly to himself. He always found your messiness to be endearing, rather than concerning. He was a rockstar, after all. He did a lot worse things himself: participated in illicit drug use, got into a worrying amount of bar fights, and hosted way too many orgies to even count, so who was he to judge you for being so attached to him?

You weaved past drunk strangers and people that might’ve been inside of each other, eventually pushing past a door that led to the deluxe bunk section. You walked up to of one the tip bunks that Seonghwa used and pulled the privacy curtain to the side, not expecting to see San tangled up around both of the girls, his hair messy as all hell, his shirt off and tossed onto the corner of the mattress, and streaks of red lipstick littered all across his melanin skin. That was the final straw.

He turned his head back in your direction, slowly pulling his fingers out of the girl’s mouth, giving you a nervous smile. “I was jus–”

“Just get out of here and go fuck on your own bed!” you cut him off with a brief command, pointing in the direction of San’s bunk with your beer, trying to do it as menacingly as possible. “I don’t want to hear your dumbass excuse.”

San sighed softly, getting off of the bed with his t-shirt in his hand, about to follow the girls that were heading in the direction you pointed, but stopping near you. “I got a load with your name on it, Y/N. Just say the word.” Amused by the shock that overtook your blushing face, he patted your shoulder and walked past you, about to dive into his bed.

He really was something else, you had to admit, but your mind was still focused solely on Seonghwa. You kicked off your shoes, chugged the beer and tossed it into the trash, then collapsed dramatically onto the mattress, falling asleep after a few minutes of ruminating. 

-

Pulling yourself out of a dream, it took you a few seconds to realize what was happening. You heard the springs in the bed squeaking underneath you first, then you felt the pressure and heavy weight of something incredibly hot sliding in and out of you. Not only that, but your thighs ached a bit where something was squeezing into them. 

“God, baby, you’re so tight even in your sleep…” Seonghwa sighed, gripping your thighs and spreading them farther apart, gazing down at your half-naked body. He hunched over you, his pants dropping past his upper thighs, his loose tank top hanging low enough to give you a view of his sweat-covered chest, breathing heavily as though he had been going at it for quite a while.

"Seong...hwa..." You opened your eyes, gazing up at the man with stars in your glossy eyes, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close to you. "Please...."

"Please, what?" He brought his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin, taking pleasure in the moans and whimpers you let out.

"Harder, Hwa..."

"Yeah?" Seonghwa pulled himself away from your bruising neck to sit up, lifting your lower half up from the mattress, beginning to pound into you at a deeper angle, hearing you gasp, your face contorting from the pleasure. "Mm, just like that, huh, baby? You like it right there?"

"Yes, fuck yes...!" you moaned out, your lower-half pulsing and almost trembling from how close you were to cumming. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Hwa..."

He pressed his lips to your cheek, just beside your lips, murmuring, "Shhh, you don’t want to wake the other members, do you? Or do you want them to hear you cumming for me?”

You shook your head, a bit of drool leaving your the corner of your mouth. “I don’t care if they hear, Hwa…They should know I’m yours…”

“Mm, then cum with me," he commanded in a shaky tone, his hips suddenly smacking into yours at a rapid speed, overwhelming you in the process and making you unravel just before he did.

"Hwa..." You ran your fingers through his damp raven hair, simply admiring his beauty, as he slowly rode out his orgasm, still sliding in and out of you.

"Don't look at me like that, baby..." he whispered, pulling out of you and laying down beside you, giving your temple a small kiss. "I'll fall in love."

You didn't say anything back, instead burying your face into the crook of his neck, slipping your fingers back into his hair, stroking the ends of it. It wouldn't be fair to take him away from so many adoring fans, only because you knew you wouldn't be able to handle having to share him with everyone if he was yours one day.

You both laid there for a while, the buzzing of your brains and bodies eventually fading away, prompting you to break the silence, your lips forming a pout. "Can you fuck me when I'm awake next time? I want to see you. And I want to feel everything you're doing to me..."

Seonghwa ran his fingers through your equally damp hair, bringing his mouth to your neck to give you another mark, mumbling against your skin, "But you did feel everything. Even in your sleep, you were moaning and whining my name."

Your cheeks flushed with color, wondering if you were saying his name simply because you always seemed to dream about him. "Can you wake me up tomorrow the exact same way?"

He clutched your chin, bringing his lips to your jaw to kiss you in the same spot he always did. "What kind of question is that, baby?"

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: The Life Created (2)

- The First Trimester

↳ Various x FemReader

- The following characters are Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, and Vin Jin

ʚɞ ┊: Gun Park

↳ Every night I would wake up and run to the bathroom throwing up everything I ate that day, and Gun would always be next to me holding my hair.

Gun had quit smoking when he found out I was pregnant, he began to cook me meals and help out in any way he could.

When my breasts started to get tender and swollen, I felt a bit flustered, Gun reassured me that it didn't look bad.

He would often massage me, every part of my sore body.

There are times he would gently massage my sore and swollen breasts, he would place soft kisses on my neck and chest.

Gun would always make sure that I don't feel uncomfortable and would do anything to lessen the pain I would be feeling.

He was always by my side and would get me some snacks whenever I craved something to eat.

ʚɞ ┊: Goo Kim

↳ Goo had put me on bed rest, he wouldn't let me leave unless I needed to throw up or pee, he took care of the chores, of the food and he took care of me.

I would hear him complain because a task is difficult, but when I'd offer to help he'd respond to me with, "Shut up, you're pregnant! You shouldn't do things that may cause you stress!"

And then once he realised that he raised his voice he would huff and apologise for yelling at me.

Every night, he would crease my legs and kiss my face.

Goo tried his best to tend to me whenever I needed it the most, there are times his hands would travell on my most sensitive spots and start teasing me.

He usually whines because he misses me, and my body, but he's patient enough to go through the whole pregnancy with me.

ʚɞ ┊: Samuel Seo

↳ Samuel started waking up alongside me whenever I felt like throwing up, he'd rub my back and hold my hair as my head was inside the toilet bowl.

He's been getting me things I need and has been doing his own research om how to take care of some who's pregnant.

He takes his time with me and is ways prepared no matter what.

Whenever he goes to work, he'd call frequently, even while he's fighting, and if he isn't able to call he'd apologize later on.

My Samuel has been so nice to me, and I really don't know how to make up for it, all he tells me is that it's okay and the child I'm carrying is a blessing enough.

ʚɞ ┊: Jake Kim

↳ "Jake! Can you please get me some water?" I shouted, my fiancé came out of the bathroom half naked and dripping wet just to get me some water.

Jake has always been there for me, he, Lua, the big deal, they've been doing everything they can to help me.

He's been spoiling me with kisses and affection, sometimes he'd whine saying that he misses me.

When my boobs started to get swollen and tender, Jake's been snatching every chance he gets to grope them.

At some point, he'd ask if it was okay if he fucked my chest, I told him no countless times but then he'd start begging.

Eventually, I gave in and he began to touch my breasts and please himself using my body.

He'd clean up using his tongue, licking every inch of my tits.

I was sensitive, and it felt good too, but it was a bit unfair.

ʚɞ ┊: Vin Jin

↳ On my first trimester, I'd constantly get morning sickness and nausea, Vin would be there and he'd try to consult me, but it ends up being annoying because it's clear he isn't enjoying it.

"Vin... Can you please fetch me some water...?" I quietly asked, my dearest boyfriend, who's sat on his beanbag let out a groan and stood up to get me a half full glass of water.

I couldn't do anything about it, it was clear that he really wasn't ready for this type of life style.

"Marry... I don't know how long I'll be able to stay sane for!" I complained to the blonde woman in front of me, she was sat on the couch drinking soda while listening to my complaints.

"Vin is sweet and all... But it's clear that he's not really interested in helping out much... He doesn't have an idea what to do..."

Marry sighed and placed her hand on mine, "You know how that dick is, don't worry, I'll be here to help you out."

The next few days, I haven't been seeing my boyfriend much, it made me feel depressed and it felt like I was all alone during this.

But then one night, I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Vin, as I quietly slept, I felt two pairs of arms snake around my waist.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw Vin carrying me to our bedroom, he placed me down on the bed and placed a kiss on my forehead, "You're an idiot..." He muttered.

He then sat down near me, his hands were holding mine, "I'm sorry... I really should start being more responsible now that I'm going to be a father."

Vin sighed and laid down next to me, he pulled me closer to him, I felt his breath tickle my skin.

"I'm sorry, I'll do better, starting now."

Note: "Nyahalo everyone! Sorry for being a bit inactive... I've been pretty busy w/ my exams and we had to go something for a few days.

Worry not, I'll try to finish up a few fics so that I'll be able to upload a bit more.

Also, Ik some people request some smut w/ pregnant reader but tbh I don't really know how I'll begin one w/ somebody pregnant, because the thing running in my mind is it'll be harmful to fuck when there's baby :').

Either way, hope y'all like this."

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#looksim #pregnant reader #lookism Headcanons #lookism men Headcanons #lookism one shot #lookism x reader #lookism men and pregnant reader

[silent-stories]

Good people

(Eddie Munson x F!reader)

The late, slightly windy afternoon you were spending with Eddie wasn't too cold, but he had insisted on wrapping his leather jacket around your shoulders, like his arm, as he pushed you closer to him, at the foot of the oak where you decided to sit.

It wasn't the first time you and Eddie had met at the park, yoy'd sit in the shade of a tree and spend hours there, talking about your days, making plans for the future, making up stories, sharing ideas and give advice on the next songs Eddie would write and make plans for the future.

You usually stayed there until the sun set and the kids who were playing on the slide and swings not far from you went home.

This time, however, there was something different: an old lady, with white hair, a face full of wrinkles and a long skirt had sat down on a bench a few steps away from you a few hours before and often her gaze stopped on you and Eddie.

Eddie kept talking about what he had planned for his next dnd campaign, playing with the fingers of your hand which he held in his lap, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

You were thinking that if everyone at school was sure that Eddie was the leader of a cult, that he was mean and scary only because of the way he dressed, the music he listened to, and the false rumors they were spreading, then the older people surely thought worse than all of them.

"Sweetheart, are you even listening to me?" Eddie's voice brought you back to reality.

"I'm sorry."

"What's going on in that pretty mind of yours?"

"That lady has been looking at us for over an hour."

Eddie's gaze moved from you to the bench in front of you and then back to you.

"So?"

"I don't know." You muttered. "I don't want her to say anything that could hurt you" Was what you thought.

"Sweetheart" he repeated "It's okay. People are constantly looking at me like I'm a-"

freak

"Don't say that."

Eddie's words got lost in the wind. He just brought your hand to his lips to leave a soft kiss on its back.

"Do you wanna go home?" He asked after a few moments.

"Mh. Only if you stay the night."

"I could never say no." He said standing up and reaching out a hand to help you do the same.

As you were leaving a voice caught your eye and you both turned away.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that you are so cute together. You remind me so much of my husband and I when we were young like you two."

The old lady had gotten up off the bench and was smiling at you, she was smiling at Eddie, and she wasn't judging or making comments and assumptions and she thought you and Eddie were a cute couple and you almost wanted to burst out crying.

It wasn't something that happened often.

"Oh thank you so much!" Eddie promptly replied, a big grin appearing on his face, "that's very nice of you, have a good day!"

"You too!" The lady waved as she walked away, you smiled.

Eddie put his arm back around you as you walked out of the park. "You see? You always think the worst. There are good people out there."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are right."

"And she thinks we're cute."

"Well, of course. We are."

Eddie chuckled pushing you closer to him, "yeah, we are."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #silly little drabble :)))

[mins-fins]

five chronicles — ricky shen

the five most important moments of their relationship in ricky's eyes.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , chronological but also non-chronological , ricky is super in love , specific descriptions bc i love them , ricky-centric , reader is a bundle of joy , they're made for each other , fluff start angst end

ONE. ( their first interaction )

of course, meeting someone for the first time is an important staple in any new relationship, but on a survival show, it's way weirder.

ricky wasn't really close to anyone but his fellow yuehua trainees, and he didn't even know if he would make friends, due to how awkward he was. he wasn't even sure what was going on when y/n first approached him.

now y/n, y/n is very pretty, like— super pretty, all ricky could do when he was talking to him was stare at his face, there seemed to be absolutely no mistakes on it, like he was carved by the gods.

"hi! ricky right?"

ricky pauses for a moment, clearing his throat as he gathers his thoughts. "um, yeah, yeah that's me" he responds, sounding much more awkward than he wanted to.

the unknown boy smiles. "sato y/n, it's nice to meet you!" he extends his hand for ricky to shake, and he takes it, noticing the major difference in their hand temperatures.

"i watched your introduction video, your very hilarious".

ricky feels his face burn red, he doesn't know for what, though. he just wasn't used to such words from random pretty boys, but he genuinely finds the compliment endearing.

"i.. thank you" he says, voice much lower than he intended. "that's very nice of you".

"ah, it's really no problem, complimenting people is just a second nature to me".

ricky simply laughs, waving his hand. "it's fine, i just admire your nice nature".

it was weird for someone to just walk up to him out of the blue, compliment him out of nowhere. ricky only really received compliments from his parents' friends, or random people on the street, not someone so much like him.

he always thanks himself in his head that y/n had approached him, because he didn't even realize how much of a turn his life would take from this point.

TWO. ( dream team )

"ah, were on the same team! how exciting!"

y/n comments unconsciously, addressing ricky, he doesn't look to him though, which confuses ricky greatly. he looks towards the male, who just rocks back and forth, whistling.

"you were talking to me?"

"yeah" he responds, smiling politely at the shen. ricky simply blinks, eyes stuck on his figure. he can't help but stare, he's pretty, super pretty, he has this soft smile on his lips and his brown eyes look like they hold universes in them.

is it bad to stare? he might look like he's glaring, and that would just be a field day for all those mnet editors. he sighs and looks away, putting his hands behind his back.

they were on the same team, performing back door by stray kids. it was safe to say that ricky was nervous, but y/n seemed to be confident. ricky wanted to have that kind of attitude, but he just couldn't.

he found his hands shaking almost constantly, his stomach felt all over the place, and as he found himself backstage, he felt his fight or flight instincts kick in as he almost bolted away.

"jesus, are you cold?"

"no, i'm worried" he admits rather openly. y/n hums at the words, understanding.

"you have nothing to worry about, your going to do great" he whispers, and though ricky wants to believe the words, there's this thing that just makes him not want to.

"i want to believe that, but i can't".

"you can't?"

his hands start shaking almost faster as he's asked that question. they're up in a few minutes, he can't possibly explain it now.

still, he'll try.

"i don't know, it's like theres this barrier stopping me from feeling any kind of confidence, it's like it's making all of my anxiety escalate".

y/n doesn't interrupt him, just lets him talk, lets him pour out whatever feelings he has. he hums again, taking ricky's shaking hand. "alright, i get it, you feel anxious, take a deep breath".

the older male instructs, squeezing his hand as a way of encouragement. ricky doesn't know why he feels his anxiousness already going away, but he nods, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling.

"you know you shouldn't doubt yourself, right? everyone knows how amazing you are, and you did amazing during that practice, your gonna crush this performance, i'm sure of it".

y/n smiles at him once again, rubbing his hand for a moment before letting it go. "thank you, i really needed that" ricky mutters, not knowing what this strange fluttering feeling in his stomach was.

"it's really no problem, i just want to make sure my teammates are alright".

ricky nods, feeling his face go red once again when y/n pokes his cheek, giggling. "well, you better crush that stage".

THREE. ( a somewhat-strange conversation )

y/n had found his way into ricky's room, and eventually ricky's bed. it seemed to happen in a flash, where he had just woken up and now there was just this random pretty boy in his bed.

not that he was complaining, of course.

y/n looks up, his head still laid onto ricky's pillow. "so" he begins, starting another one of his somewhat strange conversations, he rolls over as he stares at ricky's figure.

"so?" ricky asks, craning his neck to turn and look at y/n, who was staring back with that signature smile of his. "so what?"

"what do you plan to do after the show? if you don't debut that is.."

ricky shrugs, fully turning around so he could get a better look at him. "i'll probably just go home, my parents want me to take over their company".

y/n snorts, amused. "ah, so you're that kind of rich, you could buy mnet if you wanted to!"

ricky laughs, and y/n continues. "you really took young and rich way too seriously".

he nods, enamored by the males words. "and what about you? what do you plan to do?"

y/n hums, flopping back down onto ricky's bed. "i'll probably just go back to school, i almost quit for this shit".

"i have no doubt you'll debut" ricky says almost unconsciously, the words had been on the tip of his tongue for what seemed like forever.

the older male laughs. "i have no doubt you'll debut" he emphasizes the you'll, as if he's saying a completely different sentence. "you've got this".

"you have a lot of confidence in me, but you never talk about yourself" ricky questions, yet it doesn't really come out like a question, more of a blank statement.

"if it happens, it happens, i'm just moving with the flow" he responds simply. ricky doesn't really understand that whole mentality, but he just laughs at y/n's words.

what a spectacle he is.

FOUR. ( favorite couple )

"whose your best friend, n/n?"

y/n hums, pretending to think when he knows his answer will be ricky. the two of them are clearly pretty close, he's the type of person to become best friends with someone after only a few hours of knowing them, and his answer was almost obvious if anything.

"ricky! right? were very close" he replies, the answer on his mind, almost rehearsed. ricky freezes, as if he didn't expect that. he had spent the past few days with him, just talking to him, he enjoyed his company, and y/n showered him with hugs and affection.

"me? i've never really been someone's best friend before" he mumbles, the gratefulness in his voice clear.

y/n giggles as he intertwines their hands. "well, your mine now! you can't get rid of me!" he yells, leaning onto ricky.

ricky simply stares, a habit of his whenever y/n is around. he captures his attention so easily, not even having to do anything spectacular to. it's not everyday someone he'd just met no more than two months ago makes him feel so.. weird.

he simply found y/n endearing, amazing. he was the epitome of joy, so grateful for his opportunities and everything given to him. he's patient, doesn't force anyone into anything they don't want to. he loved everything about him, his eyes, his voice, his personality, his humor, his smile, his laugh, his—

oh, he's rambling now isn't he?

he just loves how he feels around him, he doesn't feel any of the other platonic feelings he's felt for the other trainees, he feels love, and not just in a friendship way, but in a genuinely romantic way.

y/n is just amazing like that.

"i don't plan on getting rid of you anyway" he teases back, leaning his head onto y/n's. the two look so cute, like a newly wed couple or something.

"aww, they look like a couple" junhyeon teases, earning boisterous laughter from taerae, who definitely agrees.

they just seem made for each other.

FIVE. ( our final goodbyes )

ricky was originally stressed.

he had been scratching his hands all day, worried that he might not be able to debut, he was so worried that he'd barely gotten any sleep the previous night. everything in boys planet had led up to this, and it was an obviously stressful day for everyone.

fortunately, y/n was right there.

"calm down, ricky, nervousness makes your posture bad".

he runs a hand up and down ricky's back, and ricky can't fathom how he's so calm. "how are you so calm? you should be biting off your nails by now".

"as i said, if it happens it happens, just don't stress yourself out about it so much, i'm sure you'll make it".

y/n was right.

as ricky sits in his chair, having won at p04, he crosses his fingers in hope that y/n's name will somehow be called next. he finally made it, but he wanted to make sure y/n did too, he wanted to at least debut with him.

p03: seok matthew.

p02: sung hanbin.

p01: zhang hao.

there's really only a sliver of hope left, anyone could be called for p09, anyone could become the final member of the group, and he hopes to god that y/n makes it, he doesn't know what'd he do if he didn't.

"and rank p09 is.."

y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n—

"han yujin!"

oh.

ricky closed his eyes. he's grateful, but also angry, so angry. at himself. he made it and y/n didn't. after all he did for him? after he encouraged him to do his best? after he made sure that everyone felt alright and were in their best head spaces for the performance?

he wants to cry.

he can't.

he wants to throw up.

he can't.

ricky went into this survival show stuff thinking nothing of it. he didn't expect to debut, he didn't expect to be loved, he didn't expect to fall in love.

and, he didn't expect to be so heartbroken over y/n not debuting with him.

he finds it even harder to accept as he watches y/n cry, hugging junhyeon in the crowd. his face stays still, not moving, as if he's unaffected, but he truly can't bring himself to come to terms with it.

all he wanted to do was to talk to y/n.

he immediately began searching for him when he stepped into the crowd to say goodbye, giving both jay and jeonghyeon hugs as he searched for the seemingly invisible boy.

"there you are" his voice whispers. ricky sighs, smiling, although disappointed.

"here i am" he replies, face not moving. y/n has dry tears on his face, but he's still smiling. "i told you, i was sure you'd make it".

ricky bites his inner cheek, the words only having been told to him a few hours ago. "yeah, guess you are a fortune teller".

"i couldn't tell my own fortune though".

even if he's trying to cope with humor, it seems to not work, as tears start welling up in his eyes once again. "i'm so proud of you, you know that?"

"y/n—"

"i became friends with you because you were cool, i seriously do still think your cool, i was so amazed by everything you did, and when you agreed that i was your best friend, it made me feel special, you made me feel special".

ricky isn't sure how he keeps his composure, even with all the shouting and chatter going on around him, y/n is the only person he sees, the only one he hears, his only focus.

"i wanted to debut with you.." he mumbles, taking his hands, probably for the last time.

y/n smiles, and ricky wipes the tears from his face. "me too, but you did it! go on, have fun with your group".

it felt like a piece of him was being broken away, as if this was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his entire life. he takes a deep breath and wipes y/n's tears away.

ricky pulls him into a hug, sighing. "i'm so sorry, i— i failed you".

"you didn't" y/n chuckles, running a hand up and down his back. "it's okay, you made it, that's all that matters".

but you matter too, he wants to say. the words are on the tip of his tongue, he wants to say them so bad, but he couldn't, like he was being prevented from doing so.

"don't think it's your fault, i'm still proud of you, okay?"

ricky nods, he doesn't want to let go, but he has too, because he has to go, everything has to end eventually.

he finally lets go of y/n's hands after what seems like forever, but he still can't seem to step away.

"you know i love you, right ricky?"

the words seem so random, but y/n is random, even through tears and with everyone else talking in the background, he still finds the confidence to say those words.

"i love you too" ricky replies.

that was probably the last time he'd ever say those words.

AUTHORS NOTE — HOLY MOTHER OF GOD this was tragic!!! i genuinely felt like sobbing while writing this wtf ╥﹏╥

#shen quanrui #ricky shen #boys planet 999 #ricky boys planet #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 ricky #male reader #fluff #angst #kpop imagines #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[riconas]

I am so grateful i found you and your work. Overstimulation is my fav kink and it wasn’t super common among ghost writers, and if it was involved it was minor or a side detail. I constantly find myself rereading everything you write. ❤️❤️❤️

If i could make a request (no pressure ofc) could I get some soft overstimulation? Hard and rough is a staple but soft loving overwhelm is slept on. Or, if you have written something like this, could I be directed to it so I can slurp it up like a man starved?

thank you! i'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff. if you're looking for soft overstim, encore might fit the bill. if you've read that already, here's some mountrain. 🧡

tags: overstimulation, a really mean handjob, and a side of humiliation

“Hey,” Rain murmurs, fingers carding sweetly through his hair. “None of that, now.” 

Mountain opens his mouth. He doesn’t recognise the sound that comes out, but it must amuse Rain, for how his smile widens. Mountain usually likes seeing Rain smile, but these are not usual circumstances.

“None of that,” Rain says again, and Mountain realises—yes, he was pushing Rain’s hand away. How rude of him. 

“Sorry,” he says. Tries to say. He isn’t sure if Rain hears it, what with the way his face is mushed into the side of Rain’s neck, but Rain is lakewater-cool against his feverish back, and Rain’s scent is far too intoxicating for him to tear himself away. 

“That’s alright,” Rain replies, voice light as a summer breeze. “But no more pushing, okay?"

Mountain nods. He certainly won’t be keeping that promise, but he can’t really say no, can he? Belial, he can’t even remember why he pushed Rain away in the first place, can’t remember what in hell compelled him to do such an outrageous thing. 

Then Rain’s fingers close around his cock, and it all comes rushing back. The ache in his thighs. The burn in his gut. The meteor shower inside his head, hammering against his skull.

“Ah-ah,” Rain chides. “You’re squirming again.” 

Mountain whimpers. Rain’s hand isn’t going anywhere, but his dick isn’t getting hard anytime soon. Not after the two orgasms Rain's wrung out of him, after edging him until his thighs went numb. Rain cleaned him up after each one, wiping away the spit and cum with a damp towel, just out of courtesy. If the clock’s right, it hasn’t even been an hour. 

The clock must be slow. 

“Enough,” he slurs. “I can’t—again.” He paws helplessly at Rain’s wrist, too scared to push. “S’too much, Rain, too much—”

“But I’m not done,” Rain says softly. 

Mountain is done. Beyond done, in fact. Done ten times over. But it doesn’t matter, not to Rain. Mountain could beg until his vocal cords give out, and Rain wouldn’t bat an eyelash. It's unfair, truly, that he’s so unaffected when his barest touches are driving Mountain mad. 

Rain kisses the base of his horn, open-mouthed. Warm and wet and so indulgent. Mountain is terribly sensitive there. It’s a shot of pure ecstasy, white-hot electricity sparking down his spine. His hips jerk gracelessly into Rain's fist.

“Please,” he gasps. “Not again.” 

Rain rubs his nose in Mountain’s hair, far too affectionate for how horribly he’s torturing him. “Why not? Does it hurt?”

Mountain nods fervently and squeezes Rain’s arm as hard as he can, because gravity isn’t working anymore, and he’s floating away. His fingers overlap by a good margin, yet he has never felt smaller. Strange, the things Rain does to him. 

“Shame,” Rain murmurs. “Nothing much I can do about that. You’ll just have to bear it, I think.” 

Mountain doesn’t think he can bear it. It’s so confusing how Rain can say such gentle things. Maybe, if he asks really, really nicely—

“You keep squirming,” Rain sighs, fondling his balls. “Come on, darling. You know better than that.” He pinches the head of Mountain’s shrivelled cock, and then, to Mountain’s horror, wraps those nimble fingers around his too-soft length and starts to jack him off. It would be comical if it wasn’t so sad, watching the flaccid length of his dick give like putty under Rain’s unrelenting hand. Mountain feels his cheeks burn. “Look at that. So tiny. It’s like there’s nothing there.”

“Don’t say that,” Mountain begs. 

“But it is tiny.” Rain makes a U shape with his index and thumb, a mere two inches apart, and holds it against Mountain’s poor cock, like he’s measuring it. “See?” 

Of course he sees. Mountain isn’t blind, or stupid. But that doesn’t mean he wants to see, and he closes his eyes to try and shut out the prickle of humiliation. Rain gropes him greedily, determined to wring one more impossible orgasm from his struggling body, and Mountain decides his love for Rain does not outweigh his tolerance for Rain’s cruelty. 

“I can’t cum again,” he cries out. It feels like a confession, like an admittance of failure. He flinches at the stab of shame, at the humiliation bubbling up inside him. Two measly orgasms. As if he doesn't push Rain to three, four on a good day. As if he doesn't wipe Rain's tears away when Rain says those very same words.

But Rain doesn’t scoff or sneer or laugh the way Mountain fears he might. “This isn’t enough?” he enquires, so gentle it gives Mountain whiplash. “Do you need my fingers, too?” He wiggles a hand between them, prodding carelessly at Mountain’s hole, and Mountain jerks away. There has been no prep. “Or do you need my cock?” And he rocks subtly against Mountain’s ass, his erection solid and obvious through his sweatpants.  

Frankly, Mountain doesn’t believe there is anything in the world that could make him cum again. He says as much, though the words are jumbled and borderline nonsensical when they leave his mouth. There is no way Rain understands them. 

“What do you need?” Rain asks, petting his sweat-damp hair. “Tell me. Anything you need, to make you cum again. You can have it.” 

Mountain’s head clears long enough for him to find the words. “Please,” he begs. “Just—stop for a moment, please—”

"That's not an answer. What do you need?”

“Please!” 

Rain sighs. Useless, Mountain thinks in despair. No point in begging when it’s Rain. 

“You know what to say,” Rain whispers, just a tad bit kinder. “You know how to make this stop.” 

Mountain does know what to say. He will not say it. He does not need to lie to himself. 

“I want to,” Mountain hiccups. “I wanna cum but—I can’t. I really want to.” He twists his hips away in a vain attempt to slide his poor cock out of Rain’s fist, but Rain tracks his every movement, and he’s held fast. 

“Try harder,” Rain says patiently. 

Mountain whines in frustration. “I don’t know how.” 

Rain is silent for a moment. His arm tightens lovingly around Mountain’s waist, and Mountain wonders if Rain can feel just how hard he’s trembling. Wonders if he’ll tease him for it. 

“Well, then,” Rain says slowly. “That's a little unfortunate, isn’t it? You’d better figure it out.”

#i love writing these two #repetitive? perhaps. boring? never #rebloggy if you're feeling kind <3 #rico writes #ficlet #mountain x rain #the band ghost fanfiction

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Tutor: After Classes - Rafe Cameron

Words: 4.8k+ Type: Fluffy-ish Summary: The day after Rafe came over. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Teeny tiny bit of Dark!Rafe. Mentions of hiding a relationship from friends and family, parties, and Y/N's friends' hate for Rafe. Forbidden relationship. Almost getting caught. Overprotective parents. A little bit of a filler chapter, sorry.

Tutor Masterlist (for context, you should rly read the smuts <3)

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A/N.: Look at this cutie, he doesn't even look like he just justified his murders with "killing is nature".

“How did your test go?”

You turn to the side, easily startled by the sudden sound of a voice, and move the door of your locker out of the way to see none other than Kristy, your best friend. You offer her a smile before answering her question.

“Good.” You tell her, “How did it go for you?”

She answers you, and you continue putting your stuff away in your locker. You nod and hum at the things that she asks you about. They're simple answers, but most of her questions are just her way of figuring out if she wrote the same things as you - or, in other words, to see if she wrote the right things.

You look at her as you finally get done emptying your bag, and close your locker. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you move a bit on your feet, waiting for her to begin to lean away from the metal boxes and walk out with you.

“Do you have any classes after lunch?” She asks you, already done talking about the test.

“Physics, but Mrs. Anne sent an email saying she’s sick.” You tell her, holding back the excitement in your voice.

“You’re so lucky.” She whines while rolling her eyes.

You giggle at her and wrap your arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to you.

You and Kristy are definitely the closest of your friend group. You only met her about a year ago, but, still, the two of you hit off a great friendship right from the start. The other girls are nice, but never as nice as Kristy. They’re all super different from you, yet Kristy is the only one that makes an effort to include you in their plans.

For example, she makes sure that at every party you’re taken to, there’s always no drama or possible problems. Usually, those ones are ones with more tourists and, surprisingly, Pogues. They never take you to Kook parties because they know that they are far from being your crowd. So, Kristy is the one always trying to make sure she knows what parties are less problematic. She always makes you your fruity drinks when you’re there, always stays close to you, and constantly asks if you’re okay. The other girls might do it, but not as much as she does.

“Want to go out to eat?” She asks you as you pass through the school doors. Her brown highlighted hair moves gracefully with the soft wind, and your heart sinks a little at her words.

You look at her, ignoring the way your heart pains by the way she seems to look forward to your usual confirmation of plans.

“I already planned to have lunch with my parents today.” You lie. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh no, it's okay. That’s fine.” She shrugs under your arm, “How about tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You say with a smile.

The two of you walk down the stairs of the school and begin to make your way toward Kristy's car. The other girls are already by it, some of them even leaning on its side. As soon as they notice you two, they stop talking and offer you a wave as you still stand in the distance.

Once close enough, you exchange greetings, and the question floats in the air once more.

“How was your test?” One of them asks.

(...)

You wave back at them as you take slow steps towards your front door, and excitement grows inside of you as you get closer and closer to your porch. Once you turn to face the door and unlock it, you hear the car turn back on. And right as you step inside the house, it finally drives off.

You drop everything by the door and close everything back up, taking your shoes off before happily fast walking through your refreshing home all the way over to your bedroom. You jump up the stairs, still trying to hold in your smile and trying not to slide too much on the wooden floors. It wouldn’t be cute of you to fall right on your ass.

You grab your bedroom key from behind the vase beside the door and quickly unlock it.

The lack of light is one of the first things you notice when you walk inside as one of the windows is still fully closed, and the second thing is Rafe, still very much asleep at almost 1PM.

Closing the door behind you, you don’t lock it again, since there won’t be any 'company' until the end of the afternoon. You take off your jacket and throw it over your desk’s chair. You walk to the bed and throw yourself on it, right beside Rafe, granting yourself a sleepy groan from the man himself.

“How are you still asleep?” You ask him, even though his back is turned to you. Your hands are by your stomach as you stare at the ceiling.

“You made me stay up late.” Says the one that chose the longest movie on the entire streaming platform.

After done speaking, Rafe groans again and rolls on the bed, turning to lay on his stomach and face you - getting your attention. You roll with him as a small giggle escapes you, and Rafe groans yet again as you are now quite literally laying on top of him.

He closes his eyes again, surprisingly still heavy with sleep, and you rest your cheek on the warm skin of his back. Rafe doesn't actually go back to sleep, but you two stay like that for a little.

You stare around your room and look at your closed curtains. You should really open them, as well as the windows, the bedroom probably needs some fresh air.

You finally look back up at Rafe and giggle yet again at the sight of his messy hair and his slightly swollen face. The comeback of your giggles is enough to pull at the corners of Rafe's lips, making him grin at the sound of your amusement. You bring your hand up and brush your fingers through the strands of his hair, bringing them out of his face and back at the top of his head.

You keep your hand in place, playing with his hair for a little as you're lost in your mind for a little too long. When done, you feel the sudden sensation of an empty stomach. In your defense, you usually eat lunch at this time.

You poke Rafe's cheek, and his eyes reopen. You smile and roll off of him. You turn to lay on your back, turning your head to face him, and Rafe looks at you. Your hands are just by your sides while your head lays on the pillow, and you look straight at him.

“How was your test?” He asks, voice deeper and lower from sleep.

“Good.” You tell him. “I think.”

Rafe rolls on the bed as well, and you watch him as he now stares at the ceiling with you.

You wonder if he even was awake when you talked to him early in the morning before school. Seeing him this sleepy makes you think that he might have given you automatic answers while sleeping deeply throughout your suffering of not wanting to leave the bed. Ugh. Lucky bastard.

The two of you stay silent for a little bit until Rafe decides to finally get up. But not entirely.

Rafe sits up first, and you observe as he gives up halfway and simply lays on top of you. The back of his head lays on top of your chest, and he simply lays there for a little longer, not offering you any words or explanations. You chuckle, not minding it all that much, and brush your fingers through his hair once more.

If Rafe truly had even an ounce of need to get up before, it evaporated just now. His eyes are fighting to stay open again as your hands work through his head and now, slowly, move down to his face. Your small hands caress his cheeks like any other day, and he lays his hand over your jean-clad leg.

Your hands pause and stay over his cheeks. You tilt your head to look at him, and he sighs dramatically. You grin and squeeze his cheeks between your fingers.

“You can do it.” You playfully encourage him.

It takes much self-convincing, but it works to make Rafe sit again, ready to get up this time. And as soon as he’s ready to do it, he looks over at you and does not move for another 5 seconds.

“Go.” You encourage him again, poking his side.

He groans and finally gets up. You look at him, in his only-boxers’ glory, and he quickly finds the door to the bathroom in his sleepy state. You sit up when the door closes and sigh happily, feeling all giddy with his company.

You get back up but with no urgency in your movements. You look around your room, trying to entertain yourself with something while waiting. You start by grabbing the dirty laundry from yesterday off the floor and tossing it in the laundry bin, as well as rearranging your books back on your shelves.

Your mind works as you move around. It focuses a bit on your test, trying to remember your answers, and if you actually wrote the right thing and didn’t just get everything mixed up. You think back on Kristy and on her test. You had studied with her just last week, and she was getting most of the questions right when you quizzed each other. You believe she'll have a good grade too.

It’s a sudden noise inside the bathroom that makes you look over at the door and think of something else. How do you plan on one day telling them the truth? It has to happen. You know it. And you know that it has to come out of your mouth first than anyone else’s.

You have to be fair with your friends.

But... Would they be fair to you if you told them?

You know that your situation with Rafe can be a little difficult to describe. You two have sex, a lot, but due to all of the secrecy, can you even call it 100% dating? Meaning, would you describe it to your friends as dating? These types of questions sometimes echo in your mind, time and time again, and you never know the answer to them.

And what about your parents? You’re extremely close to them and they have times when they keep on saying how much they would love for you to have a boyfriend again (if he's the right one). They hate to see you stay at home doing nothing, and they’re against whatever you do on your own that doesn’t include Kristy or any of the other girls. They don’t like you on your own, which is fair since all of your life, you’ve always had friends. But your idea of a great company and the 'right one' is very different from what they intend in all of your conversations.

Your finger traces the spine of one of your books as you think. You know that if you think much harder, anxiety will eventually get to you. So many questions haunt you yet almost none of them have a complete answer. You drum your nail on the hardcover of the book and sigh out loud, already sensing that unsettling feeling at the bottom of your stomach. The cold burning feeling of nothing but anxiety.

That is when Rafe opens the door of the bathroom, and you quickly turn around to face him. He’s obviously still in his boxers, and he’s eyeing the bathroom before actually focusing his eyes on you. Your unsettling mind is still going, but, in an inexplicable way, as soon as you're under his stare, everything lifts off of you, almost as if there was never anything to worry about.

“Want to take a shower?”

(...)

“Just believe in me.” You giggle at the man beside you.

Rafe looks down at the concoction that you have going on for lunch, and he cannot hide his expression. Most of his comments until now have been nothing but jokes, but you need to concentrate. You force yourself to keep mixing through your giggles, and Rafe just stares down at the mixture.

It's one of the recipes from your mother's cookbook. One you like to do whenever you have time. You have to admit, in its early stages, it does look... questionable, but it will taste and look delicious whenever it reaches the end result. Rafe just doesn't know that yet.

You look over at the clock on the wall of the kitchen simply to check the time and see how long you have until your parents come home. You and Rafe may or may not have wasted a little lunchtime in the shower. Not that anything sexual happened in it, all you did was pretty much kiss - for a long time -, and shower. When you were dressed and out of the steaming bathroom, it had passed an hour.

The sound of your phone vibrating feels the silence of the kitchen, and you stop mixing the batter in the bowl to fetch your phone. Rafe takes over on the mixing, still eyeing it down to try to understand how something like this will become a dough, and you see that it is a text from Kristy.

She’s asking you about a party she and the girls just heard about at the restaurant, and, obviously, she's asking if you want to come with them. It’s supposed to be this weekend, Saturday night. You stare at the screen for a bit, should you?

Pushing back the idea of this party for a second, you come back to your lunch and take over the mixing once more.

You and Rafe talk about the most random of things while you mix and continue to add more ingredients. Even when the lunch begins to take a little longer, Rafe stays beside you, checking his phone quickly before coming up with anything else to add or to say.

You close the oven door and sigh, throwing the gloves onto the counter. You dramatically let your head lay over Rafe’s shoulder and close your eyes. You could take a nap after all of this.

“Are you going to the party on Saturday?” You ask him with your eyes still closed.

“Which one?”

“There’s more than one?” You ask, lifting your head just to look at him confused, “How does a island so small have more than one party going on a Saturday?”

Rafe smiles down at you.

“There’s a bigger one and then smaller ones all around.”

You hum in realization and move to lean your head on his chest, this time. Guess that makes sense.

“Well… Are you going to any of them?” You ask him.

“Don’t know.” He tells you, “Are you?”

“I have no idea.”

Rafe exhales out a laugh through his nose and looks down at you as you lay your cheek on the left side of his chest. Your eyes are closed, and your arms are by your sides. He might as well conclude now that if he leaves you standing still for a little longer, you’ll fall asleep leaning onto him.

“Tell me whenever you know what party you’re going to.” Rafe tells you.

You lift your head and look up at him.

“Why? We always go to different parties.” You tell him sincerely.

“We do.” He agrees, and, while looking down on you, he slips in the question, “And why is that?” He asks, noticing how certain you are that you two are never in the same space.

“My friends are the ones who plan which parties I go to.” You say all of a sudden, “They’ve never met you,” You clarify, “So you don’t know who they are. But they don’t…” You hesitate, scrunching a bit your face as you keep going, “exactly, like you.”

Some sort of grin grows on Rafe’s face, and you feel a little confused by it.

“So that’s why they don’t let you be at parties with me?” He asks, humor deep in his tone.

You hesitate before answering but you know that your silence is a big enough answer.

Rafe has always known that you couldn’t be seen with him. He sincerely thought it was about his family, at first. He knows that if his own family knew about the two of you, they would be against it like no other. They like you too much and know him too well. No girl like you could ever be near him. He could ruin you, corrupt you, and everything else in between. His family wouldn't want either to be responsible or an audience to all of it. They've distanced themselves from his problems and labeled them as his responsibilities a long time ago. And it all can change with only you being brought up into these same responsibilities. If he 'ruins' you, they would be onto him all over again. He knows it.

Then, Rafe thought it was about your parents. Your parents get to know anything that happens due to your nosy neighbors, and they can’t see you with him. Rafe isn't dumb, he knows he has a reputation on the island. And he also knows that it's not a good one. If the people that have known and raised him don't like him to the point of not trusting him with you, imagine people that only hear the rumors. The people that raised the perfect girl would hate him more than his own family would. He could ruin what they built and who they raised, and that is almost a threat in the entire sense of the word. No parent would proudly say that their daughter is dating Rafe Cameron. Yet here he is, in their home, doing exactly that.

But now it’s your friends too? How protected could you really be? He has known you for what will feel like 2 years now. He has heard of you for, he assumes, longer due to stories from smaller Kook parties and all of that. If Rafe had to decide who would be the least problematic in this discussion, it would be your friends. Come on, their way to defend you is to never bring you to parties that he's in. But why? Is it because of the drug rumors? Do they think Rafe would drug you or something? Or worse?

Truly, this just keeps on getting better and better. A familiar sensation is felt deep in his body. Rafe can never really describe it. He tended to get it when he would see you back at the time you weren't a thing yet. Some sort of lust, but not the normal kind. This one is deep-rooted, and with something that even Rafe himself knows it's not exactly good. It feeds into his obsession to be near you and to be able to watch you or touch you. But it feeds into this... weird side of him the fact that no one wants him to be close to you. It's similar to the rebelliousness one would feel as a teen. But deeper than that, as well as darker.

You continue to look up at him as Rafe stares back in silence, and you rest your hands on the counter just by the sides of his body. You wait for him to say anything, but Rafe simply kisses you. It’s out of nowhere and you actually were surprised for a few seconds, unable to move. But, as soon as you do, Rafe’s hands are holding you and deepening the kiss in no time.

He holds you flush against him, and you bring one of your hands to his cheek. As always, your soft touch against his skin is enough to drive Rafe insane. It makes him hold onto you tighter, squeezing your flesh and trying to get to be closer to him.

You let out a small little whimper, and Rafe pulls away to look at you. 

“Good thing you like me, then.” He whispers onto your lips.

He lays a peck on your lips, and you smile up at him. Rafe then kisses your cheek, your jaw and as soon as he gets to your neck, you try to push him away. He nips at your skin and leaves wet kisses all throughout your skin, unaffected by your weak attempt at pushing him off of you.

When Rafe pulls away, you stare up at him and join your lips with his one more time. It’s softer, and Rafe doesn’t do anything to ruin the softness as it is a part of being with you.

When separating, you make sure to give him a few pecks and finally get away from him. You go check on the food in the oven, and Rafe watches as you do it. He could look at you for hours and he’d never grow bored of the view. You look back at him whenever done, and he watches with a speeding heart the way your smile seems to always come back.

You're his whether they all like it or not.

(...)

It has been hours since you two ate your lunch, and all you’ve done is watch TV and sleep. You two eventually got back to the bedroom since you never knew when your parents would be home, and didn't want to get caught in the living room couch. This time, you chose the movie, yet eventually fell asleep into a nap too - long enough to only wake up when the ending credits began to roll.

You were surprised to see that Rafe actually watched the whole thing while you slept, and, after that, you two simply talked. You talked for hours.

You told him about your friends, and he told you about his own. You talked about their names, how you met, and for how long you’ve been friends. It was easy for you to assign names to faces when it came to Rafe’s because you’ve seen them before at his house, you just never spoke to them.

"Who is closest to you?" You remember asking him.

You were practically laying on top of him. An elbow on the bed as your fist holds your head upwards just beside Rafe's, and half of your body glued to his. Rafe looked at you as you spoke. And your finger traced his face as he thought in silence.

"Topper, I think." He answered you.

You squinted while thinking, trying to remember who Topper was of all of his friends you have seen before. There were at least 4 people at his house when you were tutoring one day. Topper must have been the blonde one... Maybe?

"Yours is Kristy, then?" Rafe asks, and you nod.

You have no idea how the two of you had enough topics of conversation after a night and a almost whole day together.

Rafe also hasn’t stopped noticing how you’ve changed sitting positions millions of times while he simply laid or sat there. He watched as you even got up and walked around the room while telling a story. As well as when you cutely got closer to him when back on the bed.

Now, you are sitting over Rafe’s lap listening to him talk. He's simply sitting, hands behind him on your bed to hold himself upwards, and your legs are by each side of his lap. You nod at something he says while playing with the collar of his shirt when, suddenly, you hear the front door of your house close. Rafe shuts up and you tense up on his lap.

You two stay quiet until you can clearly hear the voices of both of your parents, talking to one another downstairs, and can tell where exactly they seem to be.

Rafe knows that it’s time for him to leave, yet you never get up from his lap so he can do it. He stares at you as you listen to your parents talk, and the two of you notice how your mother’s voice is seemingly getting louder as she walks up the stairs.

“Did you lock the door?” Rafe whispers at you.

Your eyes widen, and you practically jump out of his lap. Your floor is carpeted so most of the noise from your feet hitting the ground is muffled to anyone outside. You do a little run over to your door, and your fingers hold onto the key. Very, very slowly you begin to turn the key just so whenever it clicks into place, it won’t make it obvious to your mother that you just locked your door.

As soon as you get it to click softly into the lock, you cannot hear your mother’s voice anymore, only your father’s downstairs. You can only guess that she could be in her bedroom changing out of her work clothes or something of the sort, but, at the same time, you never really relax just from where you stand.

Rafe has gotten off the bed, looking around the room for his things, and whenever he begins to grab all of them, he walks slowly through your room, not wanting to accidentally make any noise. You look over your shoulder when you notice that he’s moving around, and your heart pains you a little. You know he has to leave, he has already spent the whole night and day with you, but you don’t want him to at all.

You continue to try and listen to understand where your mother could possibly be in the house, and what follows makes you jump on your feet and Rafe freeze. Three quick knocks on your door and then, not even 3 seconds later, the doorknob turns as an attempt to open the door. Your parents do this all of the time, they do knock first but they never give you time to answer.

“Sweetheart? Are you in there?” It’s your mother’s voice.

Rafe looks at you as he gets his phone out of the charger, and your sweet voice fills the room again.

“Yeah!” You tell her, “Just… Reading.”

You stare at Rafe as he reaches for the last thing he needs before leaving.

“Why is your door locked?” Your mother asks, trying to open the door one more time.

“I-” You struggle for a little bit to find the words, “Must- Must have locked it by accident when I came in here.”

“Well, come unlock it. I’d prefer to talk to you face-to-face.”

You follow Rafe over to the bedroom’s window, and you’re the one that unlocks it and pushes it open. You take a step back, leaving him enough space to move and get out through the small window, and Rafe stares down at you.

The two of you kiss, both reaching for it at the perfectly same time, and even though the kiss is simple, only a long peck on the lips, you still reach for him. Your hands still try to have him close to you just like the two of you were, minutes ago, and Rafe lays his hand on the back of your head, holding it.

“Honey. Open this door.” Your mother says, growing a little impatient.

You separate from the kiss and reach for Rafe’s face with your hands just so you can give him a few extra smaller kisses before he pulls away. You’re not even sure when you’re going to see him next and this isn't very comforting for your heart. You like him close to you. You don’t ever want him to be too far from you, especially for, possibly, days.

“Drive safe.” You whisper at Rafe, right against his lips.

“I will.”

You give his cheek a kiss before stepping back again and leaving him to sneak out through your window. You watch him disappear after only a few seconds and close your window, right after.

Right as your mother is turning the doorknob vigorously and beginning to open her mouth to scream at you, you open the door.

She takes a look at you and what's near you, noticing the change of clothes from this morning, yet the bed is messy. It truly looks as if you have just been lying in bed and doing nothing for the whole afternoon, and, to the surprise of your mother’s overprotective mind, you are completely alone. Your phone or computer isn’t even on the bed, meaning that you couldn’t have been talking to some guy without her realizing it.

“Sorry, the key was a little stuck.” You lie to her.

Your mother continues to stare at you and your room, and you truly feel that your heart will eventually be able to break out from your ribcage. It’s strongly pumping blood with an extreme dose of adrenaline, and your hands are beginning to grow clammy too.

You could’ve always had something incriminating in your bed. Maybe Rafe could have forgotten something. Anything in this could go wrong, yet, before your mother can even say anything after such long minutes of silence and just looking around, the silence is broken by a bike’s roar. The sound comes from the other side of the street and then becomes louder as it crosses the front of your house.

You were scared for a good few seconds that your mother would speculate some sort of theory about the bike crossing the street, but you soon understood how dumb that would be. The bike could be anyone’s from Figure Eight, your street can be very deserted but a lot of people use it to cut traffic sometimes.

That’s when you hear your father speak downstairs.

“Honey! Do you think one of the neighbors got a bike?”

Hope you enjoyed this! The Dark!Rafe in this fic will be here for the next part (inspired by a request; it's a little long too). Believe me.

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