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[azurefanfics]

Incoming call from Lover Boy <3

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A late night call from your lover Wonwoo after successfully wrapping up his second Tokyo concert.

Note: To celebrate Nana Tour coming to an end I decided to FINALLY write the fic idea I’ve had since episode 1. Please forgive my rusting writing skills - it’s the first fic I’ve actually written in years!

“Incoming call from Lover Boy <3”

The familiar nickname flashed up on your screen, causing you to pause in your reading, smiling slightly at the phone. It was just a joke at first - changing your boyfriend’s nickname in your phone to see how he would react, but the sheepish pink blush that painted his cheeks whenever he caught a glimpse of it drove you to keep it that way ever since.

Your phone continued to buzz angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” you questioned, picking up the phone right away. It wasn’t unusual for Wonwoo to call you when he was away, but you knew he’d just wrapped up a concert that night and usually he’d prefer to either celebrate with the boys or just sleep, especially this late.

“Sorry baby, were you asleep?” a familiar face came into view, picking up on the slightly sleepy tone of your voice and voicing out his concerns.

“No, I was just finishing up this chapter, don’t worry. Is everything ok? What happened to drinking with the guys?” you asked, turning your camera on in turn.

“I had a drink already, but I thought I’d turn in early or else I’d be up all night with those idiots. We do fly out at 6 am after all.” The rosy flush that dusted over his features revealed the truth in his statement, as he shook his head fondly at the questionable sleeping habits of his members. “Besides I couldn’t miss out on speaking with you, it’s the highlight of my day.”

This made you smile a little to yourself. Although you’ve never doubted your boyfriend’s love for you, it still felt good to hear that your presence lights up his day in the same way his does to yours.

As you continued chatting about anything and everything - mostly the boys’ antics during the concert - Wonwoo began to remove the remnants of his stage makeup and get ready for bed. You did the same, basking in the moment of shared domesticity despite the ocean between you both. Despite all of the moments you’ve shared together, perhaps watching him sleepily rub his eyes with makeup remover is the most romantic of them all.

Before long, Wonwoo was done cleaning his face and headed back into the hotel bedroom as the two of you chatted. The lights went out with a click and you heard faint shuffling noises as Wonwoo struggled with his clothes. Eventually, he turned on the bedside lamp to reveal himself lying down, shirtless with his glasses on and his head on the pillow.

“You should take your glasses off hun, that’s got to be uncomfortable”, you chastised him, “and that can’t be good for the frames either”.

“No, I want to see you properly”, came the petulant response, “I won’t be able to actually hold you until tomorrow so this is the best I can get”.

“I can’t wait until you’re home.” you sighed. Although it had only been a few days, the pandemic and the fact that you were able to go with them on the last tour meant that times where you’d been away from Wonwoo were few and far between. Although the two of you had been very lucky in that regard, it did make time apart more of a struggle.

“Me neither, it’s not the same sleeping in these hotel rooms without you…”, he sighed. “I’ll be home tomorrow though! Do you have any plans? I know you’re working but maybe we could have a night in? We can watch a movie and order food? Oh! We should try out that new pizza place near ours, you know, the one Mingyu was talking about?”

“Oh yes! He made it sound so good - I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while! We should get extra and then we can have some leftovers for breakfast the next day!”

“…Babe… What are you talking about…. Pizza isn’t breakfast, you monster.” he deadpanned. At this, your cheeks puffed out a little in frustration.

“Breakfast can be whatever you want it to be! You can’t convince me that you had a healthy breakfast every day when you were living with Mingyu!”

As you continued to bicker back and forth about the validity of various breakfast(?) foods, you took a second to admire your breathtaking boyfriend. Even with his face smooshed into the pillow and his glasses askew, his handsome features and plush lips pulled into a subtle smile never failed to make you swoon.

Eventually the conversation turned to your days, catching up on everything that had happened since you last spoke. Although yours was quite uneventful - “just my manager being an idiot, as always” - Wonwoo was full of stories of shopping with the boys earlier that day.

“And then Hoshi just ran away with Coups’ crutches! He was just sat there on the floor pouting!”

As you giggled at his latest story, Wonwoo couldn’t help but join in as well. Your laughter never failed to give him the deepest joy - he would share stories until his throat ran dry, just to see you smile. He’d even endure the endless teasing from his members to buy magazines with his own face on to bring back to you. He didn’t understand why you needed them when you had the real thing - “They’re good to make collages out of, ok? Don’t judge me!” - but he’d dutifully bring them home to you to catch a glimpse of that bashful blush and shy smile of yours.

As your giggles died down, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and you couldn’t hold back your yawn. Despite doing your best to stifle it off camera, your ever attentive boyfriend still caught on.

“Are you tired baby? Sorry for keeping you up, we can always catch up tomorrow instead”, he said apologetically.

“No, no, if anyone should be tired it’s you. You’re the one that just finished a whole concert! Besides, I like hearing you talk. Tell me more about your day”.

At your gentle prompting, Wonwoo launched into another story about Dino’s latest antics. Despite his animated retelling of the members bullying their maknae, you felt calmed by his voice and felt yourself slowly being lulled to sleep. As your eyes drooped further, a gentle “sleep well baby” was the last thing you heard before your eyes shut completely.

—

The next morning you wake up to a text received at 4 am:

‘Sorry honey, we’ll have to take a rain check on our plans today. I’ve been kidnapped’

‘We’re going to Italy. I’ll bring you back some limoncello to make it up to you x’

You wracked your sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of his message before you remembered - Youth Over Flowers! You felt a slight twinge in your chest at having to cancel your date night, but that was quickly overtaken by excitement for your boyfriend, whom you know has never been to Italy before. You had considered visiting together in the past, but you’d never been able to make it work with your boyfriend’s packed schedule. Your boyfriend had rarely been able to go abroad for leisure at all in the past, let alone with almost all his members. The fact that Na PD somehow managed to surprise the boys, despite them losing all hope of the trip actually happening, just made it that much more sweet.

As you set to work looking up restaurant recommendations in Italy to make sure that your boyfriend was able to enjoy his trip to the fullest, a knock sounded on your door. Jumping out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, you quickly made your way to the door.

“Pizza for Y/N?” It was the pizza place you’ve been wanting to try.

“I don’t think I ordered this? Do you have the wrong place?” you responded, bewildered.

“It was ordered to this address under the name of Jeon Wonwoo. There was a note left on the receipt.” At that your heart swelled, and you accepted the box gratefully from the delivery driver.

As you settled down at the kitchen table with the still hot box, you unfolded the receipt and took in the message your lover left for you.

“Sorry I can’t be there today baby. Please take this as my peace offering while I’m off expanding my pizza horizons in Italy. I hope you have a good day at work, can’t wait to see you soon! 10 days can’t go by fast enough. Please wait for me a little longer love <3”

You smiled softly at the thought of him, bleary eyed, having to pack all of his belongings in a rush, but still taking the time to think of you.

You took a bite of the piping hot pizza covered in your favourite toppings - delicious. Who ever said pizza wasn’t a breakfast food anyway?

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[nanaslutt]

Saint Nana, could I have m!reader teaching choso how to give a blowjob while 69ing, A sort of "copy what you feel" situation?

contains: m!reader, inexperienced!Choso, hand jobs, dirty talk, frotting, making out, first orgasm, 69ing, face fucking, multiple orgasms, choking, sooo sloppy and messy, cum eating, blood (choso bites ur neck a little too hard), throat goat Choso, a smidge of assplay :3

note: anyone can read :3 this was so fun to write tysm for the ask

MDNI

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“Are you sure you really want this?” You asked, rubbing his already hard cock through his sweats as his lip quivered, watchful eyes on you. “Yes.” He said, his voice accompanied by a nod.

“You’re not forcing yourself?” You asked, gripping his length through the cloth in your hand as you started jerking his cock slowly. He shook his head, gulping hard as his eyes fluttered at the unusual stimulation. “Do you want me to stop touching you so you can really think about it?” You giggled, watching his eyes fight to stay properly forward in their sockets.

“N-no please I.. I want to know what you like.. How.. how to touch you.” He said, taking a deep breath as he spoke clearly, looking into your eyes to make sure you really heard him. “Have you ever touched yourself, Choso?” You asked, making him blush at your question. His dark eyes dropped to watch him stroke his cock, the outline of his cock being too obvious from the way you were grabbing it. "Sort of." He said, looking back up to you for direction. "Sort of?" You asked, encouraging him to expand.

"I don't think I did it right, but I've... touched myself before." He said. He seemed hesitant to talk more about it, so you chalked it up to him either being clumsy or not having made himself orgasm before; both of which were not a problem for you, you were here to show him how it's done after all. "Okay baby, why don't you touch me right now, just like I'm doing to you?" You said, scooting closer toward him on the bed from where the two of you sat on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor.

"Okay." He nodded after a brief second. He reached a shaky hand over to your lap and felt up the same spot you were groping him at. It took him a second to figure out how your cock was laying under your pants, but he eventually wrapped his own hand around your girth. Choso's breath hitched when he felt your cock twitch in his hold, making you smile at his reaction. "So just.." The curse spoke, wrapping his fingers around his cock the best he could while his thumb rested near the tip.

You felt a dull warmth blossom in your stomach at the feeling of finally getting some form of relief. "Yeah, grab it a little harder it's not gonna break." You giggled, making him blush as he tightened his grip and matched your strokes on his own cock, to yours. "You like it?" You ask, noticing how his gaze was glued to your cock, his tongue occasionally poking out between his lips to wet them-- realizing how empty his mouth was. "Yeah, you're really big." He said like it was nothing. Your cock sure as hell didn't take it like it was nothing-- throbbing under his hand at his praise, you almost felt a little embarrassed.

"You're pretty big yourself Choso." You said, biting your lip as you watched the way a dark patch started forming where the tip of his cock was. "You're so wet 'ur leakin' through 'ur pants already." You giggled, making him pause his efforts slightly as his eyes fluttered in his head when you squeezed your hand on his tip tighter. "Am I not supposed to?" He asked, looking down at his lap as he wet his lips with his tongue, feeling a heat grow in his pelvis the longer he watched you stroke him off.

"Thats not what I meant." You laughed, making him look up at you. With your free hand you grabbed the side of his face and caressed it, bringing your hand down to grab the bottom half of his chin as you leaned in. His eyes rapidly fluttered between your lips and your lust filled eyes the closer you got. He swore his breath stoping coming all together when you leaned inches from his face. "Im saying it turns me on how sensitive you are." You whisper against his lips, making a deep whine spill from his lips before you crashed your mouth with his.

"M-mmm" He moaned into the kiss, his strokes picking up on your cock again. The kiss started off slow and sensual, but quickly fell into a more needy pace, filled with heavy breathing and stuttered moans. Choso's eyes shot open when he felt your warm fingers slide under the band of his sweats and boxers alike, and rub him directly. Your own eyes cracked open to gauge his reaction, the two of you gazing into the others eyes before you closed them once more and giggled into his mouth before pulling away. His mouth tried to chase yours, his jaw slack and face red with the intensity of the kiss as he leaned into you, opting to lay his forehead int he crook of your shoulder when you dodged his kiss.

You used your other hand to pull his sweats down slightly so you could pull his cock out, your mouth watering at how big he really was-- the bulge under his pants barely did him justice. He had a lot of nerve saying you were big when his was twice as thick as at least a couple inches longer than yours. Maybe he really was just that clueless. "Fuck, how have you kept this thing a secret for so long huh?" You practically moaned. His cock was such a pretty shape, and the color of his flushed tip made your own cock drip with pre.

"I don't know-" He said honestly, cutting himself off with a moan when you rotated your hand around his tip and spread his pre down the length of his cock to ease the slide. "Feels really- really good." He said with a shaky voice, biting his lip. He was getting too absorbed in his pleasure, sure you loved making him feel good, and seeing him like this was a treat, but your own cock was aching too and his pathetic squeezes and stuttered stroking weren't doing it for you.

"Yeah? Wanna touch me like this too?" You asked, pushing him along. A grin spread across your face when he nodded. You watched him in real time try to pull himself together for you, he must've remembered he was here so you could teach him how to touch you- not the other way around. Not that you minded much. With no more aid from you, he pulled down your pants the same way you did to him- and held your breath as you felt his calloused hand slide into your pants teasingly and hesitantly before he pulled the appendage free and wrapped his hand around it, his eyes getting a full unobstructed view of your cock.

His jaw fell slack as he watched himself jerk you off. You felt a fat drip of pre slide down his tip and join the rest of the wetness coating his cock, making you smile. "You like what you see?" You asked, studying his face intently as he stroked you off, matching your movements on his own cock. "Yes, Its so warm." He said astonished.

Choso had tried to masturbate before but he always stopped himself right before he came whenever he tried. Part of him was afraid of what would happen, but sometimes he was too stimulated to work himself up to that point of arousal, his strokes always losing that perfect rhythm the closer he got to cumming, which always ended up in a failed orgasm as he unintentionally edged himself repeatedly.

His body jerked forward and his free hand came down to grab your wrist and stop your movements on his cock entirely when you sped up. He squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a shaky breath and speaking, "Could you.. stop touching me for a second?" He asked sweetly. "I cant focus on touching you when you're.." He paused, looking around, "Jerking you off?" You finished for him, making him nod at your words. The way this big man acted so coy around this kind of stuff shouldn't have made you as hard as it did, but he was just so cute.

"Yeah baby, no problem." You smiled, retracting your hand as you placed both behind you and leaned back into them, giving Choso more room to lean in and touch you freely. Now that he had a clearer head, he reached turned his body towards you, folding one of his knees on the bed; heavy cock hanging freely in the air; and wrapped his massive palm over your cock again.

Now that he wasn't actively feeling the pace you had set on his own member, he struggled to find a rhythm at first, but the sloppy movements felt good nonetheless. He watched with his mouth hung open in a small o as your eyes fluttered shut and your head tipped back, revealing your strong adams appple to his observant eyes. He took the chance to freely stalk your body with his eyes. He ran them over your thighs, the veins on your arms, your pecs under your shirt, all of it.

Choso's heavy cock leaked pre cum like a facet all over his sweats and the sheets in front of him. It twitched like crazy from him just watching you feel the pleasure he was giving you. He gulped when you wrapped your hand around his on your cock and helped him find a more suitable rhythm, all while keeping your eyes shut and head back as you absorbed the stimulation. "Squeeze like this- y-yeah just like that-" You groaned when he followed your instructions immediately and to the T, stroking you in a more coherent pattern as he rotated his wrist around your sensitive tip.

He frowned slightly when your hand retracted to perch behind you once again; a sight your eyes missed; but he decided to take the initiative at the absence of your hand. He stroked his hand up to your tip and rubbed his thumb along your slit, smearing the pre-cum that was on the skin there, making your breath hitch followed by a pretty moan that made Choso's stomach turn over. "Do you like that?" You heard his deep voice whisper cautiously into the air.

"Yes baby~" You whined, bucking your hips slightly on instinct into his hand. "I guess you're sensitive too." He said, a small, barely noticeable smile creeping onto his face, which you caught as you tipped your chin down and opened your eyes to smile at him. "It's your fault, you're a pro~" You praised, making him blush as he went back to stroking your cock steadily.

"Can I.." Choso started, licking his lips as he stared at yours, red from how often you had bitten them. "Can we kiss again?" He asked, not waiting for your answer before he started leaning in again, leaning his chest over yours. "You like kissin' me?" you said teasingly, laying back on your forearms as he slowly crawled on top of you, sliding his big thighs under yours, making you spread your legs to welcome him; your cock still being jerked off slowly in his ridiculously warm hand.

"Yeah, it feels good." He said, placing his arm next to your head and biting his lip, placing his lips just centimeters from yours. "You like feeling good huh?" You whispered against his lips, the two of you opening and closing your lips teasingly, licking your lips as you waited for the other to close the distance. He nodded, "Like when I rub your cock~" You continued, lowering your voice as you touched your lips to his but didn't dare move.

Choso's breath was picking up, his hand surprisingly still keeping its slow, tantalizing rubbing on your shaft. "Bet you'll like it even more when you feel it down my throat." You said quietly, making him groan against your lips as you finally closed the distance. His hand sped up drastically on your cock when the two of you started slotting your lips against one another. The both of you panting and whining into the other's mouth, your hands roaming over the expanse of his large back as he jerked you off at the perfect tempo.

"Rub them together." You rushed between kisses, "I'll show you." You slid one of your own hands between your body and grabbed his hand and pulled it off of your own member before you thrust your hips up so your cock nudged his. He panted heavier into your mouth when he felt it touch his. You wrapped your hand around both of your cocks, struggling with how girthy he was. You could barely wrap your hand around him alone, so the both of you was a bit of a challenge.

"Help me out." You whispered against his lips before you licked your tongue out to his, testing the waters. His body jolted at the feeling of your tongue trying to push into his mouth. Choso tried hard to focus on what was going on up top, and down below, it was all too much. He pulled away, gasping for air, and you thought the tongue was too much. "Sorry, not ready for that yet?" You panted, staring up at him with swollen lips and a flushed face; he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

"No!" He said too quickly "No, sorry I, there's too much going on." He said, biting his lip at the feeling of you squeezing the base of your cocks together in your smaller hand. "You're right, sorry baby." You couldn't help but feel bad. You had let the pleasure overwhelm you and cloud your senses. Choso was a virgin, and as horny as you were, you needed to take it slow with him-- for right now at least.

"I know you wanna kiss me, but let's start with this right now." You said, gaining your composure back. "I might be being a little selfish, but I might die If I don't feel your cock rubbing against mine right now." You giggled, easing the tension in the air slightly. He nodded, looking down where the two of you were pressed together. "You're really big, so I need you to help me jerk us off." You said nodding, looking at his flushed face. "Do I do the same thing as before?" He asked, uncertainly as he wrapped his large hand easily over both of your cocks and your hand alike, making your stomach flutter at the realization of how big he was everywhere.

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you spoke, "Yes, just like before." You said. He licked his lips before starting up a pace for the two of you. A 'sclick' sound bounced off the walls at how wet the two of you were. You didn't expect his clumsy movements to feel this good, but you had to actively fight off the whines that wanted to spill from your throat. The two of you stared between each other as you jerked off together, both breathing heavily.

"M-move your hips, pretend you're fucking me." You instructed a gasp leaving your lips when his cock rubbed against yours in a more stimulating way as he met his thrusts with your strokes. "Like this?" He asked, looking at your face for approval. "Yes-yes j-just like that." You groaned, tipping your head back into the sheets as his warm cock humped against your own. "You look so hot.." Choso whispered, "I like when your head rolls back like that.." He shamelessly admits, catching you off guard as his words fluster you.

"Y-yeah?" You ask, not being able to say much as his thrusts pick up. The sudden need to bite the throat you had exposed to him washed over his brain as he leaned forward and placed his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Yeah, I can tell when you're feeling good when you do that." his deep voice spoke. You were unable to stop the whine that slipped through your lips at his dirty words, moan after moan falling from them freely now as he fully took. control of what was happening below your waist.

"I like the sounds you make too." He continued, licking your neck with his warm tongue before he sunk his teeth into the flesh. You cried out, placing your other hand on the back of his neck as you gripped your nails into the skin there and pushed him against you. "C-choso!" You whined, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten feeling his teeth break your flesh, quickly the feeling was replaced by his tongue that soothed the marking there.

"I like it when you say my name too, It makes me feel all hot." Where did this bold and shameless person come from? He was giving you whiplash from how he had gone from coy and shy to this overbearing confident man who had taken full control of the situation. "C-choso-" You wined again, feeling his lips suck hickeys into your neck. "Yeah, like that," He mumbled against your sweet skin.

Choso had no idea what he was doing, he was just listening to his instincts and what he thought felt right in the moment. Clearly, he was doing something right because you were squirming under him, your cock was twitching more frequently, and your moans were raising in pitch, the latter making his stomach feel all funny.

"Oh fuck Choso- Im gonna cum-" You moaned, pressing his head harder into your neck as he continued to leave little kisses and bites all over the expanse of your neck. He wasn't totally sure what 'cuming' was, but he was thinking he was going to do the same, the warm feeling in his stomach was getting stronger, something that had happened to him before. This was usually where he would have to stop because the stimulation would make his movement sloppy and not feel like enough-- but with you under him crying out his name, and your own weak thrusts against his cock as you aided in stroking your members was making him spiral into his impending orgasm.

"M-me too I think.. a-ahh-" He whined, sucking your skin into his mouth harder as he bit the same skin to ground himself, his teeth sinking deeper and deeper the stronger the feeling in his stomach grew. "Fuck- fuck me Choso F-uck me!" You whined, gasping into the air. Choso's breath hitched when he felt it, his first orgasm. You must've come at the same exact time because the two of you made similar sounds and movements as your highs washed over you.

Your combined strokes got sloppier and slower as you jerked and humped each other through your highs. Your nails dug into the back of his neck strong enough to break the skin as your jaw dropped and profanities along with Choso's name spilled from your lips. Choso's own moans were louder now agaisnt you as his body jerked forward, his abs clenching under the strength of his orgasm. He released your neck from his teeth as he laid his forehead into the crook of your shoulder, feeling warm spurts of cum shoot out of his cock and land somewhere on your body.

Your orgasm ended before yours, your body going slack against the sheets as you twitched in overstimulation from Choso stroking himself through the aftershocks of his own high. He leaned up from your neck, red faces and crimson smeared on his lip as he sat back on his heels and admired the mess he made. The both of you released your hand from your combined cocks, noticing how the both of you were still hard.

"Fuck, you came so much." You smirked, pulling up your shirt and showing off your stomach covered in Choso and your combined cum as you rubbed it around on your skin. "Sorry." He said, rubbing your thigh as his cock twitched watching you mix the cum together. "Don't be, means you felt good." You smiled, biting your lip as you looked up through your lidded gaze at him. "No, I mean.." The man leaned forward and placed his hand on your neck, rubbing the bloodied spot on your neck with his thumb, "I made you bleed." He said, apologetically.

Your hand came to wrap itself around his wrist and rubbed at the delicate skin there. "It's okay, it felt good." You said, easing his nerves. "Don't say that, it's dangerous." He blushed, pulling his hand away from your throat as he laid it back on your thigh. You giggled, "Worried you'll hurt me?" You bit your lips teasingly as you placed your hand on your chest like you were some delicate maiden. "I'm stronger than you think ~" You teased, making him advert his gaze, instead looking back to your cock that, much like his, was still hard and bobbing in the air.

"You're still hard," Choso said, stating the obvious. "Of course I am, you think a little frotting is enough to satisfy me?" You giggled. "Looks like this wasn't enough for you either, big guy~" You teased, pulling the tip of his cock down with your pointer finger and watching it spring back up between the two of you. The man blushed, gripping your thighs in his strong hands. "What do we do now?" He asked, falling right back into that lost sheep behavior you knew so well. "Wanna learn how to suck a cock?"

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Choso was now face to face with your dick, just inches away from his mouth as it twitched in front of him. You were on top of the man, facing away from him as you stradled your legs around his chest and came face to face with his own dick as you stroked it slowly in your hands. "Its simple really, just do what I do. Whatever you feel on your own cock, try to replicate on me~" You instructed, poking your tongue between your lips as you kitten licked the pre-cum off of his tip.

"O-okay." He stuttered, feeling way more nervous now that he couldn't see your face. Putting your cock in his mouth felt dangerous, but by the little lick he felt on his cock, he couldn't disagree that it felt really good. "Keep your teeth back though." You added, "I know I said Im strong, but I might pass out if you bite my cock." You laughed, making your cock throb in front of Choso's face. He nodded although you couldn't see him. "Last thing~" You said, arching your back when you felt him wrap his own hand around your cock and begin to rub it. "Let me know before you cum, I don't wanna choke~" You teased, making him blush at the implication of him cumming in your mouth.

With that, you took his cock into your mouth and started sucking. You moaned around the mushroom tip as you wet the first couple inches of his cock with your mouth, stroking what couldn't yet fit in your mouth as you adjusted to the stretch. Choso moaned loudly, making you hum around his girth as you dropped your head lower and lower. Because he was unable to see what you were doing, every touch, lick, suck, and hum felt that much more intense. He had never gotten his cock sucked before, so he didn't know what to expect, but he quickly realized why this was a thing.

Would you feel like this when he did this to you? "Hey, don't leave me hangin' lover boy~" You cooed, popping off his dick and stroking it in his hand before you went back to sucking his cock, taking it deeper down your throat this time around. His eyes rolled back into his head before he focused on the task at hand. The position was a little awkward but he thoroughly enjoyed the view of your full balls and tight asshole right before his eyes.

Taking a deep breath to calm his heart that threatened to beat out of his chest, he aimed your cock towards his mouth and sucked the tip into his ridiculously warm mouth. He felt the vibrations from your pleased moans around his girth as he lifted his head up to take your cock deeper in his mouth, mimicking what you had done. He pushed himself a little too far, too fast as your cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag around your cock.

He stayed strong though, keeping your dick in his mouth he pulled back slightly before using his hand to stroke what he couldn't fit in his mouth. "Jesus christ~ Your mouth is so fucking warm-" You moaned, popping your mouth off of his dick to breath as he rolled his tongue around your head. "Fuckkk- Choso- do that again-" You moaned, your back arching and eyebrows raising as you laid your head agaisnt his thigh, stroking his cock lazily.

He obliged, licking his cock around your head and along the prominent vein that ran down your cock, making you release a long groan of approval. "Fuuuuck baby, Im not gonna last long at alll~" You laughed before picking up your head and taking his cock into your mouth, trying to work him up to his second orgasm of the night so you didn't cum before him.

Choso felt your lips slowly slide down the length of his cock, feeling your hand place itself on his thigh as you sucked him hands-free, taking his massive cock to the hilt and bobbing your head repeatedly over it. It felt fucking amazing, the way you moaned and gagged around him, your throat squeezing him in the process, he wanted you to feel that too.

So he did just that, he removed his hand and placed it on your thigh, right under your ass cheek as he took your cock deeper into his throat. "mhm-mhmmm~" He heard you moan around his length in approval at his ministration, giving him the push he needed to fight through the gags and focus on breathing through his nose, as that seemed to help take your cock easier. You popped off his cock to speak, your voice whiny and strained when you spoke, "C-can I fuck your throat? You can fuck mine if you want too it'll feel soooo good I promise." You begged, turning your head to look at him as you made eye contact.

He nodded his head to the best of his ability, making a lustful grin spread across your face. "Good boy, place your feet on the bed and do what I do, kay?" You instructed, waiting to take him back into your mouth until he had his feet situated on the bed so he was able to fuck your throat easier. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose, tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop." He moaned around your cock, letting you know he heard your words.

You giggled at how eager he was, not once stopping his ministrations on your cock while you explained what to do. Choso could not get enough of your smell, your taste, your reactions, all of it. He was feeling so dizzy, and it wasn't because of the lack of oxygen. You took his massive cock back into your mouth and braced yourself for what was to come before you started humping your own hips into his mouth.

Choso's head was forced against the sheets as he let you use his mouth, tears forming in his eyes as he fought through the gags and did his best to roll his tongue around your cock as you did the same for him. Tears of your own had already spilled down your cheeks as he fucked his hips meanly into your mouth; the vulgar choking and squelching sounds emanating from the both of you filling the room.

You felt the knot tie itself tighter in your pelvis as you let the large man abuse your mouth with his ridiculous cock, taking breaths in through your nose when you had the chance. What you weren't expecting was to feel his fingers rubbing at the rim of your ass, making your eyes shoot open at the sudden feeling. You reluctantly pulled your mouth off of his cock as your loud wines and moans filled the room, laying your head on his thigh as it jolted around as you relaced your mouth with your hand, making the man hump his cock into your fist.

"Ah- ah- ah-'s" fell from your lips as he rapidly drew small circles against your rim with his fingers, occasionally pressing against it and making you wonder if he was really going to put his fingers inside right now. "Fuck! Fuck Choso- Choso Im gonna cum!" You wined feeling the vibrations of his moans jolt through your sensitive cock as his hips lost their pace into your fist. Thinking fast, you placed his tip into your mouth and stroked the rest of his cock, working him up to his orgasm.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your thrusts growing erratic before your hips stilled entirely and you shot warm roped of cum down his throat. Choso gagged and sputtered around your dick as he tried to swallow your load. His own orgasm not aiding in his efforts to breathe properly as he came hard into your mouth. You stuck your tongue out and jerked him off as hot ropes of cum splattered over your face, your tongue darting out to lick up the streaks on your lips you had missed.

You lifted your hips up as your cock slipped out of his mouth. Immediately the room was filled with coughs and deep breaths as Choso choked down air greedily into his lungs, the hand that was teasing your rim coming down to rub his throat as he gripped your ankle for support. You smiled as you took his cock into your mouth one last time to lick it clean; the man moaned in oversensitivity; before you popped off with a lewd "ahh!" and sat your ass down on his chest.

You turned your body around to sit on his lower stomach and smile down at his messy face smeared with tears, cum, and spit, and his hair all messed up, pointing in every which way while he stared with an open mouth up at you. You giggled, leaning down to wipe your hands over his drenched cheeks and clean him up a bit as he closed his eyes and let you take care of him. "You're such a good fucking boy Choso." you praised, making him crack his eyes open as a crimson blush spread itself deeper across his face.

He silently brought his hand up to your face, collecting his cum on his thumb before he instinctively brought it down to your lips and waited for you to open up. "You know just what you want, huh?" You teased, sticking out your tongue as you let him slide his thumb into your mouth. You rolled it around in your mouth, taking it as deep as you could as you sucked off his salty cum and let him pull it out with a pop. "I really liked that." He said, staring at his now clean thumb in disbelief before he looked back into your eyes.

"I bet you did, thought you were gonna finger me at the end there~" You laughed, smoothing out the damp hair around his face to make him look more presentable. "Sorry, it just looked so.. cute." He said, rendering you speechless. You stared at him incredulously, with an open-mouthed smile on your face before you broke out into laughter. "Well maybe the two of you should get more familiar with each other sometime~" You cooed, giggling as his hands rubbed soothingly on your thighs. "I'd like that a lot." He genuinely smiled back at you.

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[neowinestainedress]

hello! im not sure if your request is still open, but do you mind to write a drabble of jaemin slowly corrupting an innocent gf? it starts with casual back massage at first and she says that her breasts are sore before her menstrual period. as a good bf, of course he "helps" her and things escalating from there into heavy fuck and overstimulation

w!: corruption kink, dubcon + light manipulation (DON’T read if it makes you uncomfortable), nipple/boobs play, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, first time, overstimulation

a/n: jaemin and corruption kink is a concept i love but i don’t think i delivered it the best with this one. i hate drabbles okay? i have to keep things short and i suck at it, but i also wasn’t in the mood to write too much so i hope this is good anyway (if you want something else similar to this there’s drippin’, it’s not only with jaemin but it gets the corruption kink better, and nana is unhinged in that fic so...)

“That’s because your period is close, baby,” Jaemin coos while his hands keep rubbing on your bare back, he’s sitting on top of you, trying not to weigh much. 

“How do you know?” You pout, cheek pressed against the sofa as you try to look back at him. 

“I just know, babe,” he snickers, hands creeping lower on your back, brushing against your ass, making your body heat up. 

“But they still hurt so much, they’re so sore,” you cry out, trying to fight the embarrassment of having him so close while you’re half naked. It’s not the first time Jaemin massages your back since you often suffer back pain, but, usually, you would let him rub your skin with your shirt on, this time, he insisted you would take it off, so he could use cream and warm your muscles more. 

“I can help you with that.” 

You freeze for a moment, mouth parting in surprise. “Really? You can? How? The pills never do anything for me.” 

“Honey,” he chuckles, “not with pills. With these,” he says, shaking his hands in the air. 

“Oh,” you breathe out, nervously pressing your lips in a thin line while you try to avoid his piercing gaze, gulping nervously as you think of the implications. “It will pass.” 

“Babe, come on, it’s me,” he says, leaning on top of you, caging you under him, “at least turn around, it will only hurt more if you stay like this.” 

“But — but you will see them,” you utter shyly. 

“So? You’re my girlfriend.” 

You think about it for a while, torturing your lower lip between your teeth, but when the pain gets too much, you give up. “Fine.” 

“Don’t cover them.” Jaemin reaches your hands that are cupping your breast and pin them on top of your head. Your eyes go wild, and something you’ve never seen before sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes. “They’re so pretty, baby. It’s a shame it took you so long to show them to me.” 

You don’t reply, feeling so small and with no idea of what to do, so you trust him, letting him do what he knows — surely better than you. 

“They’re so soft, princess,” he hums while his hands gently fondle them, making your body go stiff at the first touch. “Hey, relax, it will feel good,” he whispers, flashing you a toothy smile that makes you forget for a second what’s going on. 

“Why — why are my nipples hard?” You dare to question when you feel them erect, and then shyly look down to see them perk up. 

“Because you feel good.” 

“But I feel like they’re still sore and I feel like even my nipples hurt now.”

“Poor baby, you’re all sore today, aren’t you? You’re lucky you have me to make you feel better,” he pouts, kissing you. 

You’re about to reply but the words leave your mouth — and brain — when your boyfriend’s lips wrap around one of your sensitive buds. Your lips move to call out his name but when he starts sucking on it, you go speechless again. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles when he moves to the other, hands still massaging your sore boobs, “I’m doing this for you, babe.” 

You hum, head rolling back in a natural reaction when his thumb brushes over the sensitive nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth. “I feel weird.” 

“You feel good,” Jaemin reassures you, “see? It’s working already.” 

Your eyes snap open when you feel his fingers press between your legs as the other hand keeps taking care of your boobs. 

“Does it hurt here, too, babe?” 

“It doesn’t hurt, it feels — I don’t know how to explain, okay, maybe it hurts a little.” 

“Poor you, falling apart today?” He jokes lightly, leaving a soft kiss in the hollow of your chest. “I really have to make you feel better, I guess.” 

You’re focused on the new feeling of his fingers rubbing between your sensitive spot when you feel something against your leg that distracts you. “What’s pressing on my leg?” 

“Do you want to see?” 

“Uhm.” 

“Oh, that, I —” you chuckle embarrassed when he gets rid of his pants and underwear, “I don’t think I’m supposed to be seeing that.” 

“Why not? I’m your boyfriend,” he says, tilting his head to the side, “would it be equal if you showed me yours, too?” 

“No, I don’t think we — we should be doing this,” you try to complain but it’s all in vain when his hands tug down your shorts and your panties, exposing you. 

“Why? It’s natural, princess. It will feel good.” 

“But it’s intimate,” you whisper, “and weird.” 

He raises his brow. “Have you ever done it?” 

You shake your head. “No, I mean, no, no I haven’t.” 

“Then trust me. I made you feel better even before, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah, fi-fine.” 

When you give him the go, his fingers and lips are on you, touching you and kissing your skin until he reaches your core. Your first reaction is to close your legs, but Jaemin keeps them wide open and pushes his head between them with no hesitation. 

You feel weird, it is too intimate, too dirty, but all your fears and doubts disappear when his mouth wraps around your pussy. You hold in a scream and look down in curiosity, drifting your gaze as soon as you meet his piercing eyes staring straight into you. 

“Nana,” you cry out when his fingertips rub against your opening, smearing the spit and your wetness around. 

“I have to get you ready for the big thing, babe. Don’t want you to hurt,” he says, pushing a finger inside your tight pussy, eliciting a broken moan from you. “Shh, it’s alright, relax, remember I’m here to take care of you, alright?” 

So you focus on the sensation, feeling something build up inside of you when he adds another finger and starts moving them, curling them inside, occasionally making you squirm more, while his mouth keeps working on you. 

“Weird,” you mumble when you feel like that strange sensation is about to blow up, but Jaemin doesn’t tell you much other than ‘let go to the feeling,’ so you listen another time, and before you realize, you come. It’s strong and something you never felt before, even weird, but you like it. “Wait, why are you — why are you not stopping?” 

“I told you, I need you to be ready.”  

“For wha—” your words die down when his other hand reaches for your chest, folding your boobs as he keeps going with his fingers and mouth, bringing you to the edge another time, faster than you expect. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask when he starts stroking his hard dick and you can’t help but stare even if it feels dirty. 

“So much, babe. I need you to take care of it for me.” 

“I can help you? Do you want me to massage it?” 

Jaemin chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, I have a better idea. Open your legs, honey.” 

“How will this — oh,” you gasp when you feel the thick tip of his cock against your hole. “Will it hurt?” 

“No, that’s why I made you come twice, and I’m going slow. I will never hurt you.” And he stays true to that, letting you get used to his size when he bottoms in, throwing his head back after watching your face twitch at the feeling. Only when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts moving, slow thrusts as he holds himself back, getting lost in the whimpers and moans you try so hard to muffle. 

But that tender feeling lasts about after the first orgasm — the third for you. After that, you feel something pushing you forward, and you don’t know if it’s worst your eagerness to feel more or his pent-up greed for all those months he didn’t have you. 

The second fuck it’s rough, messy, and needy, with your hands desperately looking for the other, and your innocent façade falling apart. It feels unnatural to hear you beg for more, to let out dirty words and curses, but Jaemin loves it so much that you’re falling apart in his hold. 

Jaemin is still sweet somehow, reassuring you and praising you, whispering to your ears that you’re being such a good girl for taking him so well.

“Don’t stop,” you cry out when you both come another time, spurts of white filling you to the brim again. “Please.” 

“So greedy. What happened to my pure angel? It’s not nice to hide part of you from your boyfriend,” he mocks but keeps fucking into you. 

You don’t reply, too ashamed to even look into his eyes, but he harshly cups your chin and forces you to keep eye contact. 

“Don’t act shy, there’s nothing wrong with it,” he smirks, kissing your pouty lips, “we all have dirty secrets.” 

You’d argue yours is not a secret, but simply something you’ve never experienced before, but you have no strength left. 

“Too much,” you whimper. 

“Oh, no, princess, now you take what you asked for.” 

Jaemin doesn’t stop, not even letting you breathe for a second, big dick fucking you deep and fast, making your body tremble and your head feel light, while his fingers move skilfully on your aching, throbbing clit, sending you over the edge more times than you can take. 

And by the time he is done with you, you lost count of how many times you came, too tired to do anything else but stay in his arms and enjoy his soft kisses on your skin. 

“Did so well, babe. Are you feeling better?” 

You nod weakly, hiding in the crook of his neck, feeling conscious again. “Yeah.” 

“See, I told you I would take care of you. You always have to trust me.”

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[shina913]

That's Mine | LSM

That's Mine

Pairing: Seokmin(Dokyeom) x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; domestic au; smut; pwp; tiniest bit of fluff in the end

Warnings: clit play; oral (fem receiving); fingering

Word count: 913 words

Summary: "Do you think I’m worried about what you’ve put in your mouth?"

A/N: Phew, it's been a minute since I've posted a fic! Yes, yes, I know it's a pwp but this is huge for me as I haven't written anything substantial in a while. I was honestly afraid that I would just lose my love for writing but I got the perfect prompt. If you watch Nana Tour, you'll know! Anyway, I'll stop the dramatics there and hope you enjoy this. Happy Birthday, Carats! 💎

PS: Thank you @roaminginthenights for beta-reading 🥰

You and Seokmin are spending two nights away at a hotel in wine country. You had a few wine tastings scheduled today and the shuttle was picking you up in about two hours. He’s up earlier than you, already showered, and now brushing his teeth.

You wander to the bathroom but stop short at the threshold.

"W-what the... hey! That's mine!" you exclaim, pointing at the toothbrush he had in his hand.

"How? I took it from–" He scans the counter to find a blue toothbrush by the sink and the empty glass container, where you left your toothbrush last night. He smiles bashfully. "Sorry, babe. I thought it was mine," he says, still keeping your toothbrush in his mouth.

You put your hands on your waist and sigh in mild exasperation. "Remember when I told you last night, when I unpacked the toiletries, that I have the orange one and you have the blue one?”

"I think I may have had that backwards in my head," he chuckles, then spits out his toothpaste and rinses his mouth.

Picking up the blue toothbrush, he presents it to you. "Here, why don't you just use mine?" 

Your brows knit and you slow-blink at his suggestion. “Lee Seokmin, are you for real?”

He laughs, dismissing your annoyance. “It’s just a toothbrush! It gets cleaned with toothpaste and water!” He says matter-of-factly. 

“Well…yeah but–” you say with hesitation. “It was in your mouth.” It’s not that you were a germophobe. It’s just that sharing toothbrushes felt weird to you, even though you’ve already been together for a while.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “So? You know where my mouth’s been,” he says with his eyes flicking below your waist. “Do you think I’m worried about what you’ve put in your mouth?” His smirk in the end reminds you of what you were doing last night…on your knees.

You let your arms fall to your sides, chuckling nervously while you relax your stance–even though deep down, you’re anything but relaxed.

“I–that’s…that’s not even what I’m trying to say,” you stutter, slowly backpedaling into the bedroom.

Keeping his hooded gaze on you, he moves closer. He catches your waist, making your breath hitch. His voice lowers in that raspy, sexy tone that turns you on. "Then what are you saying?"

You gulped only to find that your mouth suddenly felt dry. “I’m just saying–stick with the blue toothbrush next time,” you respond a little breathily. Your pulse quickens at the feel of his body flushed against yours. You’re also mildly aware that all you’re wearing is a bathrobe. You don’t protest when he tugs the belt loose, exposing you for him.

“Okay,” he says softly, barely a whisper. He dips his head, nuzzling your jaw with the tip of his nose. “Do you want an apology?”

“I…” You're too distracted by his hands moving between your inner thighs to form a complete answer. Your core clenches in anticipation. When the tips of his fingers brush against your bare skin, you inhale sharply.

He places soft, wet kisses down your neck, his tongue licks at your fluttering pulse. Meanwhile, his fingers find their way between your slicked folds. You let out a pathetic moan. “I can get on my knees, if you want?” 

It takes you a second to gather your bearings before nodding wordlessly. The next thing you know, he backs you into the bedroom until you feel your legs hit the side of the bed. He slowly guides you, lowering your body to the mattress. Lost in dizzying pleasure, you manage to croak out, “But…the wine tasting–aah!” You gasp when his mouth wraps around a nipple and suckles on it.

“Relax. We have time,” he says calmly, moving lower until he settles between your legs. “I want to apologize first and promise to listen next time.”

Another moan escapes your lips, this time more guttural, when his tongue makes contact with your clit, licking and circling the pulsating bundle of nerves. As he slips two fingers inside you, your back arches off the mattress, your hands clenching the sheets while your hips churn against his hand.

“Yes…like that…make me cum.” You feel him smiling against your skin. He enjoys being praised for doing a good job, and you're happy to oblige by letting him hear just how good he makes you feel. His thumb rubs circles over your clit, pushing you to the brink of orgasm. Your body tightens as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue expertly teasing your folds, licking and sucking rhythmically.

You orgasm with a breathless cry, your eyes tightly squeezed in pure pleasure. He gently sucks on your clit once more, prolonging your high. The intense sensation makes your skin tingle, but soon overstimulation sets in and you have to wriggle away from his grasp.

You turn your head at the same time he collapses beside you. “Apology accepted,” you panted.

His lips curve into a smile, and you both burst into a fit of giggles. He rolls over onto his side, balancing his weight on his arm. His demeanor immediately changes into something soft and affectionate, as if he hadn't just done the naughtiest thing to you mere moments ago. It makes your heart squeeze.

He lowers his head and kisses you on the lips. "Sorry for putting your toothbrush in my mouth.”

“With an apology like that, you can put anything of mine in your mouth,” you laughed.

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[neil-gaiman]

Dear Neil,

My mother killed herself before my very eyes and after I told her tough things. Apparently, she talked about doing it for months, and everybody abandoned her or hurt her in some way, yet I now have to live with that guilt, not only the terrible loss, and I have no idea how to that, I have no idea how to transcend that, and I need a friend, I need advice, I need support, and I’m asking you because unfortunately for you, you’re a freaking candle in the dark for many of us.

Neil. Please answer because I’m so terribly alone. Please advise because I’m a blocked writer, a broken singer, a traumatized 35 years old child who just don’t know how to do anything anymore. Please help me, even with a word, to make sense of some of it. My family backed up, I’m most of the time alone in the apartment she died in, PLEASE, hear my cry for help.

Much love from Paris,

Nana.

Hullo Nana, I wish I had advice and comfort for you. I don't. Only that there are a lot of people who will read this and care about you, and I'm one of them. Life can be hard and unfair, and often unkind. People can make it easier, sometimes. So can art. So write anyway, and sing anyway, and meet people if you can and find something if you can that brings you joy.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : poly!Han Jisung x F!Reader x poly!Lee Minho TW : poly relationship ; obvious angst because ya know ; another famous Nana cliffhanger (but I actually want to write a part 2 for it after making a poll because I want to know what you all think) ; straight to the point angst, no dillydallying here ; Word Count : 4.0k Request : Anonny : Can we have poly minsung plus reader but with angst? I am a sucker for angst. AN : first time writing for poly skz... lemme know how I do... please... I hope you enjoy this, I hope I did this right.

Things had started off fine, and that in itself should have gone to show that things surely wouldn’t stay that way. The relationship in itself wasn’t normal, not to say that it wasn’t perfect, but you knew that if it weren’t for the fact that you had to hide your relationship, fans would be judging you, the entire world would be judging you. Those thoughts used to plague you in the beginning, but you had been so happy… Maybe you should have just listened to your head… Maybe that would have saved you from the ending that you received. To get to the end, we have to start from the beginning… It’ll be short though… It’s not like things had lasted very long anyway. 

You were a secretary at the JYPE office, the job in itself was boring, but you also got to see a lot of stars during your walks through the hallways. There was always one that caught your attention, and he had always been so kind to you, giving you a beautiful smile and bowing his head just slightly to say hello. Your heart would throb and you’d get the most wonderful fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him, but you were under a contract, much like he was… Those 1 second interactions in passing were all you were ever going to get… Or so you thought. 

Roses had been left on your desk one day, a secret admirer, the card had read. You weren’t sure where they came from, but they were gorgeous, and you placed them at the corner of your desk, looking at them every so often, and that warm fuzzy feeling would return. You thought that it was just your hopefulness that had you wishing that it was the man in the hallway that had those flowers delivered to you, the back of your mind telling you that it was foolish to hope for such things when he was famous and you were just a 9-5 office worker. 

That is until you were heading out of the office for the day, your bag held close under your arm and your folder of paperwork clutched against your chest. You were the last one out of the office that evening, you had stayed a little past your scheduled time and you assumed that everyone had already gone home for the evening. When you stepped out into the hallway though… There he was. 

“Did you get the flowers?” He asked, leaning against the wall and giving you that beautiful smile that you had so foolishly already fallen in love with. “You’re not going to take them home with you?” He mused, noticing your flowerless hands, and you looked between him and the door to the office that was now shut. You could have gone back in and gotten them, but you were taking the subway home and you didn’t want them to get damaged. 

“I like them on my desk… I think they brighten up the room a little bit more.” You explained, and while it wasn’t exactly the real reason… It was still one of the reasons. “Do you know who sent them? I really want to thank them… Seeing the flowers made me so happy.” You mused, and it felt strange to be talking to him so casually… Maybe it was the fact that you were running on little sleep and 3 cans of energy drinks. You were exhausted, and maybe your mind just let it slip who exactly you were talking to. 

“Of course I know who sent them.” He pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to you, causing you to stumble back a little as the words that had been printed in the darkest bold letters on your contract flashed in your mind's eye like a bright neon sign. “I sent them… And you don’t know how hard it was to get them to your office without anyone knowing. I’m glad you like them though. Do you… Know who I am?” He quizzed, and you slowly, almost robotically nodded your head. 

“Y-You’re… You’re Lee Know… Lee Minho… Best dancer…” You rambled, and with every word that left your mouth you got more and more embarrassed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going on and on. “I’ve seen you… In the hallway… You’re… I didn’t think… Why did you send me flowers?” 

Now his answer is probably quite obvious considering after only a month of the two of you talking he ended up asking you out. That month can be a story for another day though, because right now, this is the story of how your seemingly perfect little world got turned upside down in what felt like a matter of seconds. 

You and Minho had been dating for 2 months, and in those months there was no one that you got more close to than Jisung. You had heard about their friendship, how close they were, how they almost did everything together… You heard just about everything… But you didn’t really expect the proposition that would be brought to you one night over dinner. 

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jisung had asked, and the question coming from his lips sounded so much softer, so much shier than it had when Minho had asked. Of course, you were thrown for a loop and it took you a couple seconds to fully process what he had asked. The craziest part was that he had asked right in front of Minho… And Minho didn’t seem to mind it, he actually seemed a little bit too calm. 

“W-Well… I’m… Me and Minho are together…” You stammered, looking between your boyfriend and the man who had asked you the question. Your expectations were probably a little bit too normal for the situation, considering you expected Jisung to apologize and backtrack and you expected Minho to maybe go off a little bit on Jisung for asking something so silly, but none of those things happened, instead, Jisung looked up at Minho as if asking for help. 

That’s when Minho cleared his throat, grabbing his seat across the table from you and holding your gaze with his twinkling eyes that almost seemed a little bit mischievous. “Well you know, Jisung is my friend, my best friend and… He’s been on almost all of our dates with us.” And that was true… It was something that you thought was strange in the beginning, but Jisung had become such a key part of all of your and Minhos dates that it almost felt strange when he wasn’t there. “He really likes you, and I gave him the okay, I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him… But I told him that it was up to you whether you were okay with it.” 

It was up to you? It was a strange decision to make, and it almost felt like a test… You were worried that that was what it was. Minho was testing you to see if you’d really take him up on his offer, and you were nervous, you were scared about what his reaction would be, what he’d do if you took him up on the offer. “We can give you time to think about it… I know that it’s not the easiest choice to make…” Jisung mumbled, his thumbs twirling as he sheepishly looked down at the table. 

“I just… I need to think about it…” You murmured, and you waited, waited for Minho to call you out for even thinking about potentially saying yes… But he didn’t. He patted Jisung on the shoulder, and then he got up from his chair and walked around the table to stand beside you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Take all the time you need, kitten. We won’t rush you.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn’t a test… They were both serious about this… And you didn’t know how to feel about that. You had never been in a situation like this, you had never been in a relationship like this before… But would it really be any different from how things already were? You just needed to think.. You needed to think about it… 

And think about it you did… You thought about it for quite a while, and, well… It’s quite obvious what you chose. 

Being with both of them was something that took a little bit to get used to… But all in all, it was generally simple at first. It was more like the guys having shared custody of you, which, in itself, was a funny way to look at it, but it also made things easier for you. One week was Minhos week to have you, and the next week was Jisungs. It went back and forth like that for a couple months. 

Sometimes the two of them would want to take you out together, and that’s really when the weird looks would come from bystanders who didn’t understand the relationship. They’d tell you to ignore it, finding something else to capture your attention so you didn’t think too much about what people might be thinking. To them it didn’t matter, as long as you were happy being with the both of them, they were happy. 

You never felt the tension, you never thought there was any. If you even thought for a second that being with the both of them would cause any problems, you wouldn’t have agreed to it, but they both were adamant that things would be okay. It truly felt like things were okay. After your week with either of the guys was over, they would drop you off at the other's house and they always looked so happy. Sometimes they’d even stay for dinner, or have you sit on the middle cushion of the couch as the three of you watched a movie together. Things felt perfect. 

There wasn’t any sign that things were going downhill, to be honest, it didn’t even seem like there was a hill. The falling of the relationship was more like a drop tower, you had been shot up so fast that your heart was still hammering in your chest and that adrenaline from excitement was still coursing through your veins, you didn’t even have a second to think before that loud click and then you were falling, your stomach being lurched up into your throat and when you reached the bottom you didn’t really know what to do, it was like your brain was jumbled and you couldn’t think straight and everything was just… It felt off. 

“Why are you packing up your bags already?” Minho asked as you walked out of the bedroom. Even though Jisung had made a room for you at his own place, your dresser was filled with clothes that he had bought you and you had all the stuff you needed in the bathroom, you had everything you needed in general… You still liked to take a few things from Minhos with you when you went over to Jisungs and vice versa. “You want to leave?” 

For a second you were confused, double checking your calendar to make sure you hadn’t just lost track of the days, but you were right. It was Sunday, and Sundays were when Minho would usually take you over to Jisungs. “It’s Jis day… Remember? Today starts his week.” You reminded your boyfriend who probably had the days mixed up as well considering they were working on a new album. 

He rolled his eyes, letting out a noise that sounded a little bit like disgust as he leaned back on the couch. “I already talked to him. I get to have you for another week. I miss you too much and… I just want to spend a little extra time with you.” He explained, and you nodded your head along with his reasoning. He had been in the office a little bit more this week which meant that he couldn’t spend as much time with you as he probably would have liked to, and considering he told you he had already talking to Jisung about it, you were more than happy to cozy up on the couch next to him and enjoy the rest of the evening. 

“He’s okay with you keeping me for another week though? He said that?” You asked, just to be sure. Jisung was… Well, you wouldn’t say possessive… But he didn’t really like the idea of missing a week with you. He took great pride in the relationship and making sure you felt loved by him. He loved his weeks with you, and on many occasions, he’d get a little choked up whenever he had to give you back to Minho. 

“Of course he’s okay with it. I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.” Minho seemed to brush it off, and you silently thought of a million reasons why Jisung wouldn’t be okay with not seeing you. “You were my girlfriend first. He’s lucky that I even share you with him… I think it’s only fair that I get to spend more time with you anyway.” That was the first sign, although you weren’t exactly sure what that sign entailed, but your gut was telling you that it wouldn’t be good. 

You didn’t push it though, you allowed yourself to lean against Minho as he looked through the movies on tv, trying to find one that you could watch together. It was always so cute to you that he took your opinion into consideration when picking a movie considering the fact that you almost always fell asleep before the halfway mark. That’s exactly what happened, the sun beginning to set, and the golden hue that painted the room mixed with the sound of Minhos light breathing as you laid against his chest, it was the perfect setting to rest, you always found it easier to fall asleep next to him. 

The rapid knocking against the door stirred you enough to have you slightly conscious, lifting your head from Minhos chest that you found yourself laying across fully now, completely on top of him as you both laid on the couch. “Shh… It’s alright, go back to sleep, honey. I’ll get it.” Minho whispered, brushing his fingers over your hair to lull you back into your slumber before shimmying out from underneath you and running to the door. 

Even though you were still out of it, your mind was awake, your ears fully tuned in to what was happening around you. You heard the door being opened, and then the sound of Jisungs voice, just far enough away to know he wasn’t in the house yet, but loud enough for you to know he was irritated. “Why didn’t you drop her off? I was waiting! Do you know how worried I was!? Where is she?” He ranted almost immediately, and you heard Minho shushing him, and it sounded like he was trying to push him out of the house. “No… No, where is she?” Jisung continued, and then Minho sighed heavily, the breath followed by a loud groan. 

“She’s sleeping. She’s not feeling well and I just wanted to keep her here to make sure she’s taken care of.” It was a blatant lie, you had been more than ready to go over to Jisungs this evening, and while you wanted to call Minho out on it, a part of you was scared to. You loved Minho… You loved both of them… And you didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “I’ll just spend the rest of this week with her and then I’ll drop her off at your place. Sorry for worrying you.” 

You thought that it would end there, that Jisung would believe the lie, but you were sorely mistaken. “The rest of this week?! So you’re saying I don’t get to see her for two weeks straight!?” Jisung screeched, and you could tell from the intermittent cracking of his voice that he was already worked up. “I can take care of her just as well as you can. I’ve taken care of her when she has her period, I’ve helped her when she was sick. I love her and I can take care of her too.” And that wasn’t a lie. Jisung was probably the best caregiver you’ve had. He always made sure that you had what you needed, and he’d do his best to take your mind off of whatever was hurting you or making you feel sick. Even when you felt like you were going through hell itself, he managed to make you smile and make you laugh. 

“She’s my girlfriend!” Minho snapped, and you heard his hand slap against the door, something that he did often when he was trying to make his point or when he felt like his words were being threatened. He didn’t like being wrong, and he surely didn’t like when anyone other than him said anything slightly valid. “I had her first, so how about you just accept what I’m saying and you can see her next week.” 

There was a silence… And for the first time, silence scared you. Your eyes peaked open and you pushed yourself up just enough to see over the back of the couch. Jisung was standing right in the center of the doorway, making sure that Minho couldn’t shut the door on him, but not pushing the boundaries. “Oh! I see… I see what’s going on here. You’re jealous…” Jisung stated, and you heard Minho scoff, and you could see his head fall back as if he were silently laughing at the accusation. “You are. You know I treat Y/N better, you know that I love her better… You’re jealous and you’re scared that she’ll end up just choosing me at the end.” 

You weren’t sure when this turned into a competition, that’s never what it felt like to you, but maybe deep down that’s what they both thought it was. “Why would I ever be jealous of you? If I was so scared I wouldn’t have let you start dating her in the first place.” Minho retorted, his words vibrating with his silent laughter. “I felt bad for you because you were always the awkward lonely third wheel. I let you be with her… But you’re really pushing it thinking that you can just come over here and try to take her from me when it’s my week. I make the decisions… She’s my girlfriend, she’ll always be mine first.” 

You hated that… You hated that he felt like he could make the decisions for you, that he should be the one making all the choices. It had been your decision to date the both of them, so it should rightfully be your choice as to who you wanted to spend the week with. Those words had you getting up from the couch and making your way over to the door. “Hey, sweetie!” Jisung cooed, and Minhos head whipped in your direction, his eyes going wide as he looked at you and then back to Jisung. 

“Honey… You’re not feeling well. You should be laying down. Maybe you should go to the bedroom so you won’t be woken up by him.” Minho urged, or… Moreso pleaded with you, motioning to the bedroom door with a forced smile. You couldn’t believe that he was still trying to ride with that lie, and you weren’t going to allow it. As much as you loved Minho, you loved Jisung too, and you didn’t want him to think that you chose to not see him. 

“You know… I’m actually feeling better now.” You said, shooting a smile in Jisungs direction, and you saw his own smile spread across his face as his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement. Minho on the other hand, looked pissed. “I think I should spend the week with Jisung, I haven’t seen him in a whole week… That’s a long time to not see my boyfriend.” 

Jisungs hands clapped giddily, but Minho was growing more and more furious with each passing second. “I’m your boyfriend!” He growled, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back when you tried to move closer to Jisung. “I’m done sharing… You’re breaking up with him. It’s done. I’m over this.” 

It was a shock, especially considering he was the one who wanted this. The only person more shocked than you was Jisung, but his emotions were more of a flurry, he was desperate, he was pissed, he was devastated. “N-No, you can’t choose that! It’s her choice to make, not yours!” Jisung shouted between heavy breaths, it almost looked like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Y/N… Sweetie… Tell him…” His eyes widened with panic as he looked at you, and you were panicking too. 

“Yeah… Tell me, honey… Because I’m done sharing you… And if you want to be with him, then you’ll have to just be with him. I’m done doing this weekly bullshit, I’m done having to be away from you. You’re mine… I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long… I shouldn’t have let it start to begin with.” Minho said, biting the inside of his cheeks as his eyes turned ice cold, although you weren’t sure if the look was all for you, or if he was just so pissed off that he couldn’t look at you any other way. 

“That’s not fair…” Jisungs nostrils flared as his own eyes became sharp, his glare directly pointed at Minho. “You waited… You waited long enough for me to get attached to her, for her to get attached to me… You waited for us to love each other and then you try to give her an ultimatum… It’s bullshit and you know it.” While they both seemed to have so much to say to each other, you were speechless. Jisung was right though, it wasn’t fair. Why did he take so long to figure shit out? “Sweetie… Look at me… Y/N…” Jisungs voice softened, and you saw that he wanted to reach out for you, but Minho was like a guard, doing his best to keep Jisung from being able to even breathe too close to you. “I’m not going to hate you for whatever choice you make… But I hope you make the right one. What he’s doing… It’s not right… It’s not okay. I know that whatever choice you do make… It’s going to hurt you. But I’ll still be there for you… No matter what, I’ll always be here for you because I love you. That will never change.” 

It shouldn’t be so hard to choose, Minho was there first… He should be your choice… But Jisung… He was so sweet, he was so loving… He made you feel loved in a completely different way than Minho. It was all so confusing, and you already felt your heart breaking for both of the men that you loved so deeply, you’d lose a piece of yourself no matter who you chose. “I…” You started, tears spilling over your bottom lashes as you looked between both of the guys that held your heart. “I don’t know… I… I need time to think…” It wasn’t easy, it would never be easy… And you knew that it would only be made harder since they both were always together, they were in the same group, whether you chose Minho or Jisung, you’d always have to see the both of them… You’d always be faced with the thought of what could have been if your choice had been different. You’d need a lot of time to think… And you’d need a couple weeks, weeks to yourself to think about who you’d choose… If any of them… Because you didn’t just have to protect your own feelings and your own heart… You had to protect theirs too.

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[strnilolo]

Hi Your work is amazing, i was wondering if you could do a reverse comfort where the reader is comforting a sick Chris and he gets reader sick so they end up sick together? Super clichè ik but i'm a sucker for that shit 😂💙

told you so

summary: you help chris while he’s sick, causing you to become sick yourself.

requested!

word count: 436

warnings: use of y/n, mentions of illness, vomiting, mentions of a gag reflex, maybe one curse word, lowercase intentional. briefly proofread.

an; thank you so much for this request, i love writing your ideas! this is my first request, i hope i did it right, haha. enjoy your read! let me know if there’s anything i can do better.

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after receiving a text from matt, you find yourself in the medicine isle of the CVS between yours and the boys house. matt had texted you early this morning, letting you know that chris had developed flu like symptoms, and asked you if you could stop by the store on your way over. grabbing some essentials, you used the self check out and began the short drive to chris’ house.

“chris?” you knock on his bedroom door, bags in hand.

“i got you some things” the door opens, giving you a view of what you were working with.

“jesus, chris, you look terrible. what happened?”

“you can’t be in here, you’re going to get sick” chris returns back to his bed slowly, as to not trigger his gag reflex.

“i’m not going to get sick, you can’t sit in here by yourself” you set the bags down, digging to find the medicine and gatorade that you purchased for him.

“here take these, are you able to eat anything?” you watch chris carefully as he takes the medicine from your hands. placing your hand on his forehead, you are immediately taken aback by the heat radiating from his body.

“chris you’re burning up, why are you under the blanket” you fold the blanket off his body, revealing his long pajama pants and hoodie.

“chris!”

“i was cold, y/n, i can’t help it” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his upper body, rubbing your hands across his arms.

“what are your symptoms?” you question, sitting in bed next to him as he drinks the gatorade you bought him.

“uhh fever, chills, nausea. i haven’t thrown up yet”

“okay, do you want to eat anything? i can get you something simple-” chris cuts you off before you can finish, pulling himself out of your embrace.

“you’re going to get sick, you can’t be in here”

“chris i’m not going to get sick, it’s okay. someone has to take care of you”

“will you let me take a nap with you?”

chris sighs, moving over so that you can have the spot next to him.

“don’t go complaining that i got you sick later” you laugh and kiss his burning head before the two of you fall asleep.

hours later, you wake up incredibly nauseous. running to the bathroom, you make it just before you get sick all over the floor. chris, startled by your sudden rush to get up, follows you to the bathroom and catches sight of your body leaning over the toilet. holding back your hair, he can’t help himself,

“i told you so”

|| as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated.

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #pls reblog #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets x reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x yn

[parkerpeter24]

bake my day

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ honestly, full on fluff.

w.c. ➳ 0.7k

summary ➳ you haven’t been able to see peter for some time due to work but when you give him a surprised visit on christmas, you end up getting surprised yourself

soft christmas blurb to make up for the pain i caused through this

i would like to extend my gratitude towards my two besties @glowunderthemoon and @annab-nana because without these two, i would never have had the idea to write this fic, i love you both 🤍

the less frequent texts from you constantly worried peter but he knew you would come around after you were a little free from all the work induced stress. he also did the same kind of thing, so he knew the cycle well enough.

you were either too busy or either too tired to text him, and he understood, but that didn’t mean he’d stop looking after you. sometimes he would leave little notes stuck to your window after he was done with patrol. sometimes he found you tucked under your sheets and smiled at your sleeping figure.

you’d kept all his little notes safe in your drawer for reading whenever you were too exhausted or too stressed because his neat writing and the sweet words never failed to brighten your day, whether it be a, ‘saw a book today, it reminded me of you’ or a ‘wanna hang?’ that cheeky bastard knew how to get you smiling like an idiot.

however, every now and then, you did find yourself guilty of never really replying to his messages and short notes. you had been busy for so long. when you were finally done with all your paperwork, it was christmas and you were able to find one weekend where you had quite literally nothing to do. so obviously, you found yourself making your way over to your dear boyfriend’s house with a pack of reese’s, marshmallows and his favorite gummy worms. peter had quite a sweet tooth if you were being honest.

you didn’t text him beforehand because you were a little scared he would have replied in a way you didn’t want him to, or at all. maybe he would be upset with you because you haven’t replied to him in forever, and rightfully so.

you walked up the stairs to his apartment, the lift was still not fixed, as you’d expected, but it wasn’t a big deal because aunt may and peter lived on the second floor.

making your way over to the door, you found that it was ajar. that didn’t stop you from knocking as you called out, “may?”

you hesitated a little before making your way inside, “peter?” you called, placing the bag of snacks onto the dining table which led the way towards the kitchen. you could hear soft humming as you made your way forward. it was definitely peter’s voice and you guessed he had his earphones on, which he did when he wanted to block out all the overwhelming noises.

what you had not guessed was your boyfriend, swaying in a sky-blue polka-dot apron, pulling out a tray from the microwave and placing it on the kitchen counter.

you watched him in awe, him not noticing you standing right there, as he took out a strainer and emptied a cup of powdered sugar into it.

it didn’t take you long to pull out your phone and start filming a video of the adorable sight in front of you. peter picked up the strainer and placed it a few inches above the tray– which, you noticed, contained a batch of chocolate chip cookies– and started patting on it to help the sugar down onto the cookies.

you smiled softly, watching him carefully as he smiled at his work, placing the strainer down once the sugar was all gone. finally, his eyes made his way up and doubled in size when he saw you standing there, with your phone in hands.

“what the-” he stopped himself, pulling out his earplugs and placing them beside the tray, “when did you get here?”

you laughed at this, saving the video and sliding your phone back into your pocket, “you’re so cute, peter parker!”

“oh hush, you.” his smile extended from everywhere to everywhere. you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “i was going to surprise you with cookies but you surprised me!”

“i can’t believe you did this for me.” you chuckled along with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. it felt so nice being able to kiss peter again after such a long time.

“of course i’d do this for you. god, i missed you so much!” his hand traveled to the back of your neck as he, once again, pulled you back in for another kiss.

“i missed you so much too.” you mumbled into his lips, “i’m so sorry for not being around.”

“you were busy, i understand.”

“just when i thought i couldn’t love you more.” your heart melted at the lovesick smile on peter’s face, however it soon turned into a smug one.

“just wait till you’ve tried my cookies.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #christmas blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #tom holland #peter parker fanfiction

[soobinsupreme]

come get me.

just some na jaemin fluff

warnings: none

not proofread

a/n: im trying to get back into writing. will be taking tips lol. also requests :) i hope you like this!

You sighed reading over Jaemins text.

NaNa <3: im in a blue and yellow sweatshirt come get me.

You rolled your eyes, getting up out of your bed. You slid on a random hoodie and some sweats, knowing the air outside was cold. You ran down the hallway of your building to the stairs, jogging down three flights. As you reached your front door you looked around just in case he had made his way inside. Stepping outside the cold wind still managed to make you shiver. You walked around the building looking for him. When you couldn’t find him, you searched the parking lot. Walking around cars and the garages, keeping focus as you searched. Finally, reaching your car, you heard a sneeze. A smile grew on your face as you quietly peeked around the back of your car. There he was, crouched down next to the tire peeking past the front bumper.

“Na Jaemin.” You giggled stepping towards him.

Jaemin jumped and spun around, smiling widely at you.

“You found me!” He giggled at you.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just stood in front of the building? You do this everytime you come over.” You laughed walking back towards the building.

“Yes it would be easier,” He hummed. “But isn’t this more fun?”

You look over at him. Looking at the way his eyes sparkle, and the smile that accompanies the cold flush on his face. It warms your heart.

“I guess you’re right.” You sigh jokingly. In all honesty you loved when he did this. You hoped he would never stop.

#nct dream #nct dream jaemin #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #na jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin x reader #chenle #mark #jeno #renjun #haechan #jisung #jaemin

[demxters]

—it’s that time of the year again….

this year was a rollercoaster for me and i couldn’t have gotten through it without all of you. thank you to everyone who has stuck around through all my shenanigans and to everyone who has ever supported me and my writing. i love you all and wish you so much happiness going into the new year.

☾ to the loml fe @blue-aconite : thank you for always being there for me and being such a constant support. your encouragement gives me the strength to continue writing, even when i feel like my writing isn’t the best. i love you so much, thank you for being part of my life 💜

☾ to nika @intrepidacious : i’m so grateful to call you my friend, no matter how much time has passed. you are a breath of fresh air and bring me so much joy. though we don’t talk as consistently, when we do catch up, it is always the highlight of my day.

☾ to izzy @jellyfishbeansontoast : i’m so glad we were able to reconnect this year. the fact that we’ve been friends since both of our obx phases is absolute INSANE. like wdym it’s been almost four years. that’s not possible. every time we catch up, it brings a smile to my face. i know im not the best at reaching out sometimes, but the fact that we are still in touch after all this time makes me so happy. ily!

☾ to @stfukie : another person i cannot believe i’ve known since my start on tumblr. again, im not the best at reaching out but i am so grateful for you and being able to call you my friend. i think about how much we’ve been through and how grateful i am that we are still in touch after everything. love and appreciate you lot, my love!

☾ to lauren @thesewordsareallihavetogive : again, another person who i cannot believe i’ve known for so long. and to think it all started with teen wolf hehe. we don’t catch up as often as id like, but the fact that we do still talk and keep up makes me so happy. you genuinely understand my niche humor and i love you so much for it. i’m so thankful to call you my friend.

☾ to tiff @barnesafterglow : ik you’re not as active on here atm but i decided to throw you in anyway bc you are seriously one of my best friends ever. and to think it all started on this monstrosity of a site. i’m so glad you reached out to me and that our friendship as grown so much since then. i love talking to you and feel like i’ve known you forever. ik we talk all the time and i tell you this often, but im telling you again. ily so much and thank you for being part of my life.

☾ to friends old and new: @annab-nana @bobfloydsbabe @joaquinwhorres @briseisgone @whisperofsong @x-lulu @gretagerwigsmuse @buckyseddie

☾ finally, to you! if you’ve ever commented, reblogged, or read my work. if you’ve ever sent me a sweet anon ask. if you’re just here for the vibes. thank you. thank you for being part of my tumblr journey, you make staying here just a little more worthwhile.

i’m wishing everyone a happy new year, may 2024 bring you all so much love and light!

love,

elle

#an ode to 2024 #here i go again with my sappy shit don’t mind me #elle’s rambles

[sylvienerevarine]

Sophrine Aulette's Solstheim Encyclopedia

wahoo I'm still not done with this Philomena Cunk-inspired nonsense. I promise most of what I write is slightly less stupid than this.

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Raven Rock

The small mining town of Raven Rock was founded in 3.E 428 by the East Empire Company, who had called dibs on all the ebony lurking under the ground over there, as the Skaal weren’t using it. The mine was pretty successful for a few years, then shut down, then reopened under the direction of House Redoran, then closed again, then was reopened by me. 

These days Raven Rock is mostly Dunmer, except for one old Imperial fellow who’s married to a priest, and that Orsimer gentleman who’s always bothering people about loans. There aren’t any ravens, if you’re wondering. I asked.

Rieklings

No one’s quite sure what Rieklings are, exactly, but most scholars seem to think they’re a distant cousin of goblins. What we do know is that they’re small, blue, fond of pigs, and usually angry. 

You might think Rieklings are just mindless little beasties, but from my experience, they’re actually quite intelligent. Some of them speak a little Cyrodilic, which is impressive, because it’s a stupid language. They can also read, as evidenced by that copy of The Lusty Argonian Maid I found in one of their dens. Though one has to wonder about their taste in literature.

The Skaal

The Skaal are lovely people who live in a town so remote and small you could wander around in circles looking for it for about three days before Frea finally gets frustrated and comes to find you. That’s never happened to me.

This small Nord community has existed on Solstheim for hundreds, possibly thousands, of years, and has survived largely due to their immense stubbornness. “Sunlight?” they’ll say. “Green grass? Who needs it? All a fellow needs is snow and horker meat.” Bit strange, but it seems to work for them.

The Skaal worship one creator spirit known as the All-Maker, who very kindly invented wolves and bears and fish and turnips. They don’t have any temples; if you want to say a prayer, you just go sit down by a tree and have a good think. Lovely stuff, if you ask me.

Thirsk

Thirsk is a famous mead hall that’s essentially a combination tavern/hotel/fighter’s guild. It was invented by a fellow named Hrothmund the Red, who lived between three and five hundred years ago. Hrothmund left the Skaal village because he was tired of following rules and wanted to drink and fight without getting in trouble, much like every single person in Skyrim does.

The only rules at Thirsk are:

Mind your own business

If you’re going to throw up, do it outside

Don’t make any loud noise before noon

My Nana Sylvie became chieftain of Thirsk for a brief period in the late Third Era, after killing a nasty troll called the Udyrfrykte who’d practically knocked the place down. The current chieftain is a very nice woman named Bujold the Intrepid, who has never had any other nicknames, so don’t ask.

#oc: sophrine #skyrim #my writing #solstheim

[nanaslutt]

Hi nana! I’ve been reading your fanfics since last year and honestly you blow my mind with each one you produce 🫶 this is a thirst so if you’re not taking thirsts feel free to ignore!! How do you feel about dad bod toji?

I saw a guy who was like buff but had a lil dad bod going on with his tummy and i cant help but imagine Toji like that. LIKE imagine him taking care of megumi and hasnt been hitting the gym that much and just ajjsksksjh I THINK HE’D LOOK REALLY HOT.

Imagine getting backshots, you turn your head back and just see him with a body like that, yet you can still see the muscles he has on his arms that are holding your hips

like….id melt ��‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

SORRY THIS WAS REALLY LONG, LUV YA 🫶

PUHLEEEEEASE I WILL WRITE FOR DADBOD TOJI AS SOON AS I CAN (also ty for your constant support ily)

me and a friend CONSTANTLY froth at the mouth while we talk abt fucking dad bod toji good god

LIKE HE HAS SOOOO MUCH MUSCLE AND CAN MANHANDLE U TO THR MOON but its hidden by a lil fat :3 but when he moves you around or stretches you see his muscles RAAHHHHHHHHGG i’m gonna die

#YOU GET ME NONNIE

[bitchlessdino]

i miss your writings so much nana! the other night i cried over chan and usually you’re writings calm me down but i’ve read them all. pleas give me chan recommendations nana. i miss you so much and appreciate your work so much. love you! -🎧

IM SORRYYY i just have so much planned I haven' really made specific plans for chan besides TPC and a request I have. Planning on coming up with a few more chan fics BECAUSE I MISS HIM TOO, but for now I do have a few CHAN recs that you may or may not have read (also just check these writers out, they're amazing and deserve all the credit.)

@milfgyuu

Bitchless (m)

@sluttywoozi

THE VERY FIRST NIGHT (m)

@rubyreduji

double fucked w/Vernon (m)

@xunolic

ten dates: unmatched! (m)

@sluttywonwoo

BAD ENOUGH (m)

@leejungchans

I like you (f)

the secret language of flowers (f)

@hoshzone

P*$$Y FAIRY (m)

@duhnova

Doe eyes (m)

Someone New (f)(a)

@peachybun-bun

New Toy (m)

@wonwussy

Lights On (m) ,

@onlymingyus

Don't Lie (m)

@junkissed

Library Mischief (f)

figure skates & cocoa dates (f)

IM BEGGING Y'ALL TO SEND ME MORE CHAN FANFICS BC i NEED MORE TOO

#nan talks #anon #anon asks #asks

[forjongseong]

aduh tanteee, the smut scenes you write are literally top tier like TEACH ME HELLO?? all your works in general nana i love it. its so good, and i enjoyed reading everything 🥹 yk i haven’t seen many jay smuts lately, or i might actually be blind but i’m fixed on always coming back to your blog if i wanted to read some of my all time favourites of jay fics that you’ve written 🤞🏼 AND I LOVE THEM ALL and DONT APOLOGISE FOR TAKING TOO LONG, you worked so hard!! i know you did :(

i practically have all the eps, minisodes etc even my favourite lines from each one are ALL written in my notes like thats how much of a big fan i am of the series HAHSHAH anyway, i’m glad you’re doing good! i’m happy to see you’re doing good sjsjsj, and yes yes i am still in brisbane, as always 😞😞🤞🏼 i’ve been thinking of moving to melbourne soon but.. i’m broke.. how FUN

girl BUY. IT. i’m a tad bit embarrassed to say this but i bought a ‘device’ quite like the one you wrote about and… its otw.. I CANT GO BACK i don’t know what made me buy it (jay made me buy it) but i just pressed ‘buy now’ and went on with my day, LORDD. jay was always your mans from the start BABE i’m starting to bias him a lot now like.. i get quite insane. not kidding

SUNGAI CILIWUNG HELPPP 😭 why did that make me cackle STOP i’ve seen the photos of jakewon that day i was jealoussss 😭😭✋🏼 like i should’ve been there fr </3

i’ll always be supporting you nana ! day and night bae, i’m proud of you mwa mwa 🫶🏼🫶🏼 me and jay love you remember that 😋

tw jumpSCARE

took me literal months to answer this just because I wanted to gatekeep it... trust me it's not that I wanted to ignore this ask I was just afraid if I answer it it will get buried?? and it's easier to find it in my inbox huhu

you're a real one! sec!jay supporter since day 1 too and thank you so much for sticking around for so so long!!!

how's Brisbane lately? it should be autumn by now... right?? I miss that city and I'll sell a kidney just to be able to visit there

TREAT YOURSELF i hope you're using that device well and not leaving it go to waste... although don't use it now since it's Ramadan lol

thank you for the Jay pics, always appreciated 💖💕

#nanaanswers #from.val #brisbane bestie val

[starhvney]

may I request a platonic Nana/KC with fem reader at a sleepover? :) binging anime and doing eachothers make up and she's low-key emotional because it's been awhile since a friend has had an interest in her directly and especially her interests,, I always felt bad she was usually pushed aside for being weird :(

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet nana ashida & fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: ‘part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool. part of me that knows i never cared for being cool.’

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, platonic, a bit of reverse hurt/comfort, nana being a sweetie cutie patootie

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: kinda short but i really love and in some ways relate to nana, so this was really lovely to write :’) i also got sad when other characters just saw her as weird. also, when writing this i was like, oh yeah! binging anime and baking!! and after i finished writing the fic i read that you wrote makeup ;( i hope you still like it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the sweet smell of fresh baked goods permeated through the kitchen as the warmth of the oven surrounded you like a warm and familiar hug. you and nana stand side by side, frozen in place as the two of you zone out at the tv you had moved to the counter. its screen plays an episode of a shoujo anime, one that nana had persuaded you to watch with her. 

you flinch when you realize you stuck your hand too far into the mixing bowl, your fingers slowly sinking into the freshly made dough instead of rolling it into balls like you were supposed to. 

a squeal leaves nana’s lips as she jumps up and down in excitement, hugging onto your arm with a grin. you glance back at the screen to see that the love interest had finally kissed the main character.

“it only took, what, twelve episodes?” you giggle, earning a huff and nudge from the pink-haired girl.

“hey, this is a special moment, okay! wasn’t it cute?”

“yes, yes. it was super cute,” you concede. “i really liked that one! you have good taste.” 

“i’m glad,” she turns her attention back down to the heart-shaped cake she was frosting. “...my interests can be a little weird, but i’m glad you like them.”

you turn to her curiously, noticing her strange change of tone and how the baked good in front of her suddenly was much more interesting than anything else in the room.

“i don’t think they’re weird.” you insist, attention drawn to how her tail anxiously flicked back and forth.

“i just mean most people think i’m kind of strange,” she says, waving her hand dismissively as if it were no big deal. “my hobbies aren’t really… normal.”

you wrinkle your nose, eyebrows furrowing.

“what’s “normal”, anyway?” nana’s round eyes flick back to you, her expression taken aback. “sounds boring.”

she lets out a quiet laugh suddenly, covering her mouth before looking down at the cake with a distant smile on her face.

“yeah, i guess i never really wanted to fit in anyways.”

the two of you continue to bake in comfortable silence, letting the soft hum of the tv fill your ears as you both focus on your tasks. the setting sun shines through the windows, casting an orange glow on both of your faces. when the episode ends, nana softly sets down her butter knife, turning to look at you. as your eyes meet hers, you’re shocked at the emotion you find in them, molten gold glistening as tears gather on the surface.

“i’m so glad you’re my friend,” lean hands reach out for yours, cupping them in an earnest show of appreciation. “i hope you know how much you mean to me.”

you squeeze her hands back, eyes widening as you try to think of a response to her sudden affection.

“i feel like i can really be myself around you. people have always brushed off my interests and called them silly, but you genuinely care. thank you.”

“of course, nana,” you pull her into a hug. “you’re one of the kindest and most interesting friends i’ve ever had.”

she sniffles and clears her throat, pulling from the hug to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from her lashes.

“really?” her voice is small, tight with surprised uncertainty.

you tilt your head, giving her a soft smile.

“yeah… i actually was gonna say we should do this more often. you know, have sleepovers like this where we try out a new hobby we’re interested in.”

“really, really?!” her eyes light up in elation, her sentiment quickly shifting into pure excitement once again. “you’d want to try crochet? and dollmaking? are you sure?”

“uh, duh! that sounds like so much fun.”

she squeals in happiness, engulfing you in another hug and spinning you both around in the kitchen. the smell of her vanilla and strawberry-scented perfume filled your nose, a scent that she had donned and owned since high school.

"we should make a list!"

after spinning and giggling a bit longer, you two soon returned to your previous activities, debating if the second male lead was a better choice or not while munching on your freshly baked sweet treats.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

#aphmau mystreet #mystreet x reader #x reader #mystreet #nana ashida #nana ashida & reader #mystreet kawaii chan #kawaii chan #aphmau kc #aphmau nana #aphmau kawaii chan

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities (Part 19)

Stealth edits are incoming. Mostly to CH8 to dampen the smut. The next chapter is written and I find it too beautiful to want to smut it up further so the smut level of the entire piece has come down. (Sorry to those who wanted real smut). Honestly, I'm just enjoying writing this all so much and I am so so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to even read one chapter, let alone the amazing people who have left comments. Sorry, I'm just riding the post-CH20 high.

Ao3 link

Summary: Not long from now they would travel to defeat Kethric Thorm. Everyone seemed to be spending their last moments of freedom in different ways.

Thomas stood against the pillar watching her as she woke in the astral plane. “My sweet little mask, how I’ve longed to see you again.” 

Nana stared at him sceptically. “I know you’re not him. You can stop playing games.”

“Nana, come now. You know me.” His voice softened slightly trying to convince her.

She looked away trying to not let him sway her. “Gale said not to trust you. And after what happened before I know I shouldn’t.”

He took a seat next to her. “I’ve done nothing to harm you. I’ve protected you, just as I used to.”

She felt his presence next to her. He seemed different, softer, weaker. “Are you okay?” She didn’t want to believe it was him. She didn’t want to be used and manipulated as she had been five years ago and yet she still cared deeply for him. This time would be different. She would say no if she had to.

“Yes, yes I am.” Nana heard the strain in his voice, her memories going crazy, reminding her of his death. She pulled herself close to him and held him fearing that this would be the same, that in moments she would lose him again. He wrapped his arms around her and it took all her strength not to start sobbing in his arms. She had missed him so much and yet Gale’s gentle voice still rang out in her head.

He slowly released her from his grasp. “It’s been a while since somebody did that for me.” 

“Five years…” She whispered. 

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She stood on the balcony of the Last Light Inn looking out over the blackened waters. Another restless night where her mind trailed from Thomas to Gale trying to trace a path of similarities and differences between the two. “I just want to do what’s best for him. To hear his voice.”  

Not long from now they would travel to defeat Kethric Thorm. Everyone seemed to be spending their last moments of freedom in different ways. Gale had taken to secluding himself in his room at the inn and although Nana had tried talking to him he always seemed distracted. He’d rub at the orb on his chest and she would hear quiet prayers to Mystra as she left the room. 

Shadowheart and Karlach had also taken to a room but the noises had been very different, Karlach clearly making up for lost time or trying to seize the moment before their inevitable defeat at the hands of The General. 

Nana had tried to bother Wyll only to find him training tieflings outside. He’d taken his attention off one of them for a second as she had approached only to end up taking a rapier blade into his armour. The children were learning. This had meant though that she’d ended up alone with her thoughts. 

She pondered over her reaction to the drow elf. “I shouldn’t have reacted so forcefully. A no would have been enough. That rage. He’s back under my skin. I feel him there.” She muttered to herself and she flexed her fingers trying to relieve the tension in them. 

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Astarion had been watching her for some time, judging whether he should approach her or not. Trying to decide if it was worth thanking her for the doll that he’d placed carefully in his pack. He wanted to hate it but in combination with her scaring the drow, he’d ended up hiding it away. He hadn’t needed her care. With the worm and its advantages, he had been learning his strengths, learning that no was an option. If Nana can reject you… He shook the thought away. No, she wasn’t to thank for his new choices but he could at least give her a little credit. The fear she’d put in the drow’s eyes had at least been entertaining. He took a step forward towards the balcony resting his delicate hands over the flaking wooden bannister. 

“Under your skin. So you finally succumbed fully to Gale’s charms then?” he said with a devilish smile at her.

“What? Oh no, no. I’m not sure how ready I am for any of that yet.” She gave a nervous laugh.

“Still playing the part of the innocent virgin then, I see.”

She shook her head and he noticed the blush rise on her cheeks. “I wish it was just an act. After- Well you know the story. When someone has been under your skin like that, used you…” She pulled her arms into herself and gazed down at the bannister. “...Broke you, you don’t want to let anyone get close, no matter how much you might want it. At least not until you can be sure.”

He understood her all too well. The centuries of Cazador's abuse had left him a shell of what he once was. He sighed deeply realising they were more similar than he had liked. “Nana, I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my Master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered.”

“I’m sorry, Astarion.” She kept her gaze on the wood in front of her which he was thankful for. 

“Look, I wanted to speak to you about the doll and what you did at Moonrise.” He turned to look at her, his eyes examining her closed-off posture, her defences up. “It would have been so easy to bite her. To just go along with what I was being told to do. A moment of disgust to force myself through. And then I could have carried on, just like before.”

“Is that what you would have done with me, all those moons ago? A moment of disgust?”

He was caught off guard by the question and looked away from her trying to bite back the shame that crept up his spine. “It would have been so easy.”

She gave a small nod and picked at the dirt that lay under her fingernails.

“But now…I’m more than that. More than a thing to be used.” She lifted her head, her eyes forgivingly pointed in his direction. He felt embarrassed by his words, as if opening up had made him weak and he would have followed up with a deflective joke if she hadn’t spoken first.

“We’re going to kill your master, aren’t we?” This was not the response he had anticipated. He had expected a hug, a friendly comment of caring and concern. But violence, revenge? This was more his style than hers.

“Maybe. But I'm not even sure he can be killed. Cazador’s a vampire lord, his power…” He batted her question away trying not to pay too much attention to it. She really is insane if she thinks we can take him on.

Nana smiled and he noticed there was a malicious flash behind her eyes. “There is always a way to kill someone. You just have to be creative enough.”

Darling, you have a mask for every occasion. 

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Gale paged through the journal. It had become a habit when he could not find answers elsewhere. He knew his time was running out and he had tried to distance himself away from those he had grown to care about. He was terrified of what was to come, the shadows of the curse not the only ones darkening his spirits. The book brought comfort. Poems of love, and comments of joy written about himself. Yes, it was self-indulgent, but to be loved for who he was, not for his wizarding abilities, not for the knowledge he had or his charisma and charm. No, to be loved simply for being him. For silly things like his eyes or his voice. Love, to love again…

He turned the pages, mud sticking them together. He’d managed to salvage the first half of the book and although the latter half was in better condition, corners had become ripped and frail and some were still stuck together. This poor book. A ribbon stuck in the centre of one and he peeled it slowly up leaving a faded trail between the words. He sighed as he began to read.

I hear you whispering. I see the blood on my hands. You made me do this. I tried to fight you this time and now you’re gone and I miss you again. I know I need you to protect me. I’m sorry. Why do you have to do this? I know it’s not right. Why do I feel your sick pleasure in my mind afterwards? Who are you? I’m your sweet mask and you’re hiding behind me. But you love me, you wouldn’t do anything to harm me. These people deserved to die, didn’t they?

Gale skipped a few pages. He needed something more recent. Something happier to fulfil his needs. 

He’s so kind. He talked for hours today about a place in Faerûn; Waterdeep. I’ve never been there before but it sounded beautiful. He told me about his tower there, the culture, and how women would wear silk gowns. He says there is the Blackstaff Academy that goes way back and how he used to study there. The whole city sounds like a dream and I can only hope that one day I’ll visit. Maybe I could find a silk gown and be one of those women he spoke so fondly of. I’ll braid my hair and be someone worthy of him. We could walk arm in arm throughout the streets and people would come up and talk to us. We could laugh at high society jokes and share wine that we wouldn’t check the price on. I’d let him read on his balcony and bring him fresh tea. I’d run my hand through his hair, I’d touch him. 

But I’m getting far too ahead of myself. It’s just been one night under the stars listening to him talk. But where's the harm in dreaming, of wondering what could be?

Gale eased the flutterings of his heart. To dream of these things? He could make them a reality for her. For one night alone, maybe he too could dream.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #i dont care what anyone says this author has everything I want