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that-one-p00k1e · 6 months ago

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─────〃★ for you, I wouldೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

✧ summary: things they would do for you ft. Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, Yamato Endo, Chika Takiishi

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader (I think), OOC most likely, established!relationship, not proofread I'm sorry, tsubakino's pronouns are confirmed he/him ✦ a/n: HAAAAPPPYYYYY NNNNNEEEWWW YYYYEEAAARRR BBBBIITTCHHESSSSS😝😝😝😝 six months since I last posted omg-! I'm still alive! 😍 tysm for the support while I'm gone ily'all <33

—REN KAJI would turn off his music and pull down his headphones to listen to you ramble. Though he had his attention to his phone, he'd give silent nods and hums here and there to let you know that he was listening. Occasionally, he'd throw in little comments and questions regarding the topic you were telling. Little to your knowledge, your rambles to him were like taking notes. He'd mentally highlight things that he thought were important, and would keep it in mind in the future. He's the type to look nonchalant, but deep down, he cares more than he lets on. “... What's wrong?” he asked as he heard you abruptly stop talking. “Forget it.. You're not even listening.” You looked away in disappointment, letting out a quiet sigh. “But I have been listening,” he tried to reassure, feeling slightly guilty for making you feel neglected. “Really? Then repeat all the things I've been saying.” He, in fact, did repeat most things you've mentioned and justified his word.

—HAJIME UMEMIYA would gift you random bouquets every week, as if he hasn't gifted you enough already. What's special about his bouquets is that you can never guess the theme for the week. First, he started off classic – flowers, with the consideration of them being fake so that you'd be able to keep them forever. Then, he brought you a bouquet of snacks and sweets that he knew were your favorite. Next thing you knew, he's giving you a bouquet of money he's been secretly saving up on. You felt guilty; guilty for the effort he's been putting, just for you to return it with some unprofessional homemade baked goods. It felt unfair. But does he sail on the same boat? No. He's going to reassure you that he expects nothing in return, and that you being there for him and loving him was what all he ever wanted and needed.

—HARUKA SAKURA would spend his free time struggling to assemble a Lego flower bouquet set after learning about White Day. He wanted to return your gesture of gifting him during Valentine's, despite himself denying such intention. It took a lot of effort, in both figuring out what to get while fearing you wouldn't like it –to the point that he would even call over Nirei and Suo for help – and in building the tiny pieces of bricks after settling on a final decision for the gift. He persisted to build it himself, no matter how much his friends offered to help. He wanted to make sure it was his work purely, done with his own hands. The whole process was frustrating, infuriating, and was basically a test of patience. But after seeing how you kept the received bouquet in a glass vase – delicately treasuring it on your bedroom display – he has never felt so proud yet flustered his whole life.

—HAYATO SUO would waltz into the café without a care in the world while having scattered lipstick stains decorating his face. Moreover, it wasn't your idea in the first place– it was his. Your relationship wasn't out yet, and he thought, what better way to publish it than announcing it wordlessly but gives double the impact? “Hm? Oh, this? It's my beloved’s artwork. Do you like it?” he'll innocently ask when someone questions the visible lip prints. Sakura was a blushing mess, and Suo was very much enjoying the look of bewilderment from others as they received the unspoken news. This was the reaction he wanted. This was what boosted his pride furthermore in being your boyfriend, and he'd shamelessly do it again to show off his love for you to the world.

—JO TOGAME would be your personal walking object holder. He'd take your bag and sling it over his shoulder with you needless to say; he'd keep hair bands around his wrist in case you decided to tie your hair up; he'd hold your shopping bags throughout your journey at the mall. Never were you the one to request his aid first, and never has he complained about being tired. He'd even go barefoot just to lend you his footwear when your feet start to hurt in heels. Moreover, he'd carry you bridal along the way. Despite you worrying over him tiring himself, he persisted to keep ahold of you. He loves seeing you enjoy life without a care in the world, and he'd do anything to carry burdens that dare to get in the way of that enjoyment.

—MITSUKI KIRYU would deliberately lose in a game of UNO and let you take the victory when he could've won decades ago. The whole time the both of you were playing, he's been holding a Wild and Draw 4 but refrained from using them. Instead, he kept drawing cards and just went yolo to buy time. Though he always played fair, seeing your dejected expression after losing many rounds this time was a little too unbearable for him. He promised himself for once, just this once will he let himself take a loss. He knew it wouldn't be fair, but if it meant that he'll get to see you smile in victory, then he doesn't find any problem with that.

—AKIHIKO NIREI would write down even the littlest of details about you that were thrown at him. You'd be casually mentioning a trivial preference as a ramble, but never had he pulled out his notebook and pen so quickly. During his early stages of getting to know you, he made sure to memorize everything you told him about yourself; your favorite color, favorite food, dream place to go, he even looked up your zodiac sign after knowing your birth date. He doesn't mean it in a creepy way. In fact, it was his way to know how to get closer to you. Despite already having the skill to remember it all, he likes to write it down to make sure as well as for keepsake. Thanks to that, now he has a cheat sheet on how to make you smile.

—TASUKU TSUBAKINO would wear himself a nail polish color that reminds him of you. Or, moreover, your favorite color. He loved being stylish, and what better way to do it than having at least a part of you involved in it? He'd walk proudly in his heels that you got him as a gift, and was even more ecstatic if someone complimented them, proud that your taste in fashion was appreciated by others. He'd ask to trade manicures with you for a date, where the both of you choose a nail look for each other. But if you weren't into painting nails, he'll ask you to choose a look for him instead. On special or fancy occasions, he'd often wear your fav lip combo or makeup look, as he treasures your choices and views them as something precious and only to be used when necessary.

—TOMA HIRAGI would pull up to the function wearing either a Hello Kitty or Kuromi tee under his gakuran jacket. Was it his personal choice to do it? Clearly not. Was it his choice to willingly wear it for the sake of his beloved significant other? Very much so. After many attempts of pleading, he caved in and (begrudgingly) agreed to your whole ‘matching outfits’ idea. He ate a pill or two when he saw how he looked in the mirror. Then ate two more when he finally appeared in public, especially at how much Umemiya and the others teased him for it. It was embarrassing, but was it worth it? No questions needed. The beaming smile you immediately wore when seeing him agree to your shenanigans, was enough proof that it was all – undoubtedly – worth it.

—YAMATO ENDO would revel in the feeling of being the center of your attention as you placed stickers and colored in his tattoos or drew silly doodles along his body. He liked the feeling of flexing himself while having you express your inner artist onto him. He'd think of himself as your muse; the art and the artist. Once you were done, he'd be extremely careful with doing activities, afraid of your artwork smudging off at the slightest touch. Even during the shower, he makes sure not to wipe it with full pressure. He considered turning it into an actual tattoo, really. Because it would mean that he'd get to keep something of yours to be a part of him, eternally.

—CHIKA TAKIISHI would let you do his hair as you please. He was one to outright reject the idea of someone touching him, but you – you had the privilege to do as you please to him without him raising a finger to stop you. You had him wrapped around your delicate fingers, his head leaning into your touch as you smoothly ran your hands through his long locks of red that met its ends with yellow. When he saw that you did your hair the same way as his, a flicker of surprise reflected on his eyes. Though he tried to come off as indifferent, he was secretly pleased to acknowledge the fact that the both of you were matching. He'd spend the whole day with you while wearing those matching hairstyles, not caring about how others would think of him. All he could focus on was how ethereal you looked in your current look. In fact, he always thought you looked beautiful in any shape and form of physical aspects.

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ceridescent · 2 months ago

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strap me sunday — m., wanda

power bottom!wanda x service top!f reader

summary: lazy sunday turns into strap-me sunday!

warning/s: STRAP, rough sex, dirty talk, breast play, mommy kink (slight), spit kink, hair pulling, slapping, L-bombs; a little aftercare at the end.

word count: 1, 948

author’s note: a little prelude for ‘you’re a smart girl’ (not affiliated) because not writing for an entire year and a half and producing something big here is terrifying. btw, it’s sunday today. don’t let a bunch of calendar’s convince you otherwise. yay 1st post after a year and a half! 🥳

“yeah?” wanda pants, whimpering as you nod your head, mouth wide open in fascination as you stare above you. it’s not every time you get to do this to her. “you want me slow, darling?” you aggressively nod your head, “y-yes! i-i want to see it disappear inside you…” your hands fisting the messy sheets, afraid to touch her body. her slicked, glistening, smooth body.

wanda shakes her head, her tongue flicking the roof of her mouth, making ticking sounds. “you filthy girl,” she sniggers, “you’ve learnt a lot from me, haven’t you?” teasing her hole on the tip of the red didlo clamped around a harness, the squelch causing you both to moan in tandem.

“yeah…”

“yeah?”

“mhmm,” you whimper as she finally slides her hole down into the strap-on, a trickle of wanda’s cum coating the length. her cheeks are fluffed out red from the past hour of indulging; the ceremonious lazy sunday turned into strap-me sunday just because you decided to tempt the devil by wearing nothing underneath the apron whilst you baked pie. her fingers magically appeared in between your legs as you checked the oven midway the timer, ass in the air.

you’re not complaining at all, though. you’re right where you want to be.

you feel the strap pressing against your pelvis as wanda descends further, the dildo stretching her pussy in a way you’ve never seen before. they’re so swollen and puffed out, and oh-so slick with her thick cum. it didn’t matter you cleaned it off a while ago after she came in your mouth twice, as with the idea of riding you was something she has been fantasizing about for a while.

“you see me, baby? you see my pussy stretched out for you?” she grunts, mostly to herself. you whimper in response, the words lost in your head. wanda hits the base and a full deep moan lurches out of her throat, folding herself over by your torso to get a good grip at the sheets.

“are you okay?” you ask, sitting up to get closer to her, which only makes her yelp.

“i’m sorry!” you exclaim, your eyes bulging out of your eye sockets. wanda whimpers and reaches for you, gripping the back of your head, “i-it’s okay, my love, i-i was just getting used to t-the angle, that’s all,” she consoles, squeezing your hand and giving you a strained smile.

you fall back down the mattress holding her hand, “okay, tell me when to start moving!” taking breaths in between.

“o-okay,” wanda sighs and gulps down her saliva. giggling to herself, “i’m not even moving yet but i’m about to drool,” giving a little bounce and contorting her face in pleasure at the process.

you squirm at the pressure on your pelvis as wanda bounces again, this time with more intent, another heavenly moan falling from her swelling red lips.

“y-you can drool all you want, wanda, i don’t mind,” you say, obediently, naturally.

she nods her head, eyes shut tight, catching the feeling of the shaft hitting her at the spot. she squirms and finds herself arching her back, her hands firmly placed on either side of your knees behind her, fully displaying herself to you.

wanda’s breasts move in tandem with her thrusts, her nipples peaking and just begging to be sucked. her chest and torso littered with love bites both purple and red, the colorful blotches marking your territory. sweat begins to form around her forehead.

“y/n, baby,” she whines in both sweetness and need, your attention automatically scanning her gorgeous face, her hands gripping onto your hips. she looks at you with a pleasure-stricken face you can’t help but to match, both of your inhibitions melting away.

“a-ah! please-“

“right there?” you tease as you drive your hips roughly into her, the momentum causing her to plop down against your torso. “OH!” wanda yelps and immediately gets back on top, her entire body convulsing in pleasure. ““god, baby! yes! yes! right there! right there!”

each moan comes out deep and guttural, continuously leaving her swollen mouth like an avalanche.

“you like that?”

a long, animalistic growl comes out, “if you don’t shut up-!”

“if i don’t what?” whilst you tease yet again, abruptly sitting up from your previous position. grabbing her hips, completely ramming her very own strap-on into her, fucking her to oblivion.

her pussy is so drenched, each thrust sets a disgusting squelch, your thighs wet with her cum.

“fuck,” you pant, “your pussy sound so fucking good!”

pressing your lips against wanda’s molded into a sloppy kiss, more wanton than the next, inhaling every moan coming from her mouth. the pounding goes on, your tempo and precision never once faltering. sucking her tongue and biting her lip simultaneously as she weakly tongues you back, giving your all to stimulate her to the brim.

as you do so, your right hand finds her hardened nipple. a tiny flick causes her to get more feral as she grabs at your hair, pulling at it. you both moan at the same time when you begin to twist and pull at her nipple, your name falling from wanda’s lips like a mantra.

“please, baby, n-need your mouth, please-!”

“oh you want it?” wanda nods her head with a whimper.

“you want it so bad?”

you take her in your mouth before she could respond, giggling as a scream falls from her mouth.

“oh my god, y/n!”

you suck profusely as if it’s your last lollipop in the world.

“oh my god, no! no!”

wanda pushes you until you land on your back again, her hands pinning your wrists on the mattress as her bouncing degrades into grinding.

“i-i can’t, baby,” she whimpers, a frown etching on her glowing face, brows furrowed as the pleasure glues itself there, “i don’t want to come yet. let me savor this.”

“whatever you want, wanda,” you smile, caressing her hip, “i love you,”

“i love you, honey. thank you,”

“anything for you,” you say and then flick at her nipple. “hey!”

you giggle, “sorry, i can’t help it,” biting your lip. “i know,” wanda responds with a smirk, “i’m irresistible!”

“cocky!” you retort back with a roll, causing her to yelp. she raises her brow, slapping the side of your abdomen. “pun?” she asks, beginning to thrust her hips again. you mewl at the sight, “no ma’am.”

“good. good girl,”

you moan in approval at the pet name as you drive the fake cock slowly into her pussy, meeting resistance at every squelchy thrust. your own clit twitches at the sound, so close to the edge.

“wanda, come on, please, oh, you feel so good,”

“you feel so good to me, baby.”

“you feel so good around me!”

one hard thrust, “yeah?” her pitch getting higher, “yes, i can feel you squeezing this cock so hard,” her moans erratic. “you’re about to come, aren’t you, wanda?”

she whimpers and nods her head, her moans getting higher and breathier.

“a-and who’s c-cock is t-this?”

wanda’s as magnificent as ever — hair undone, sweat clinging onto her temples, swollen mouth open, in pure bliss.

“my mommy’s cock.”

“fuck! me! fuck!”

wanda bounces on top of you like there’s no tomorrow, each one pressing harder against your clit. her tits goes along with the flow of it all, your hips obeying her commands. “please, wanda-!”

“open your mouth,”

you thrust harder, only caring about her, obsessed at the sight of her, glistening in both sweat and cum, her command going over your head.

“i said, open your mouth!” she yells and squeezes your jaw, your mouth hanging open immediately.

you unclench then, wanda’s two fingers plunging inside of you, opening your jaw wider than they already are. before you could swipe and suck, she pulls them away only to be greeted by her spit.

it hits you then, your back arching into a perfect curve, “that’s right,” jackhammering the cock into her tight pussy, taking her spit after spit, choking on it, crying for more. “i-i’m sooo close!”

“w-what’s my name?” wanda snaps, slapping your tits. she smirks, then nods, when you say, “mommy, i’m yours!”

another slap lands against your face, this time in approval, your eyes blurry due to the haze and lust, your apex minutes before you.

“that’s right, my baby,” wanda croaks, “but you’re not fucking me hard enough to still be able to say these big words.”

“oh wanda,” you murmur incoherently, your tongue lax and melting away with your brain. you grip her sides and slam your hips into her, pinning her hands on either side of her so she has no choice but to just take it.

““i-i can’t any-m-more—i’m s-so-! i want to come!” and she only moans at my neediness. “mommy’s close too, baby, come with me, okay?”

you nod your head as you whimper, “p-please,” your sight turning glossy as you reach over wanda’s clit and rub over it. she tells and falls into you, curving her back as she bites into your shoulder.

“come with me, y/n,” she pants into your ear, whimpering as you scream into your climax, your hips stuttering, wanda coming apart with you.

you fall into the mattress, exhaustion mingling with gravity, the full weight of wanda’s body furthering you into the post-bliss of it all. you’re giggling as wanda catches her breath, joining along as she kisses your jaw, moaning in content.

“oh, wanda!” you sigh. what a heavenly way to die.

“what was that?” she teases, palming your abdomen, her fingertips trailing close to the strap clipped around your pelvis. you squirm and whimper, shaking your head.

“just your average strap-me sunday, i think,” you cackle as soon as the words left your mouth, tilting your head to admire the soft pinks dusting wanda’s cheeks, and her oh-so green dilated orbs you so love to see. she takes your cheek into her hand and pulls you into her, her bright, gummy teeth blinding your sight.

“so pretty, my baby,” you whisper, tangling your fingers into the locks of her auburn hair, meeting your noses together for an eskimo.

the giggles that fill the bedroom remind you of two high school girls discovering the peculiarity of kissing another of the same sex. the endless possibility of taking it further, knowing no one will suspect. the possibility that no one ever will. the relief that no one will take it away.

“i think…” wanda begins with a rasp in her voice, her sokovian accent taking over, “that…” throwing over her leg across your torso, climbing on top of you without breaking eye contact, “…no one could ever compare…” pecking your lips with soft kisses, her hair falling over your faces like a curtain.

“i certainly hope so!”

she giggles, kissing down your body, fluttering her eyes close as you sigh above her, taking it like all the kindness given to you.

“i love you so much, moy malysh,”

wanda, with so much concern, slowly takes the strap-on off your pelvis, gasping at the sight before her. she laps at your juices as you squirm, the touch of her warm tongue blossoms a riveting adoration within you, sighing at the affection she’s nurturing you.

“after this,” she starts, her words muffled as she licks a stripe off your pussy, “i’ll get us on a warm bath,” kissing your clit as you moan, “i’ll dress you up for comfort,” sucking into your bundle of nerves like she never gets enough, “and we’ll eat that pie you so sexily baked for us,” prying apart your thighs to make more room for her ministrations.

“how’s that sound?”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut

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eclipixels · 4 months ago

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Fruit Roll Up

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Ryusei Shidou

Content: Blue Lock boys react to you wanting to wrap a fruit roll up around it (semi crack fic, semi smut)

A/N: inspired by this post -@captainshindo

Warnings: mentions of oral sex

Yoichi Isagi

"Wait, hold on—what?"

Isagi blinked at you like you had just suggested kicking a soccer ball all the way to the moon. His brows furrowed; lips slightly parted in sheer bewilderment as he tried to process your words.

"You wanna put a fruit roll up on… where?"

His voice wavered between confusion and mild concern as he sat there, watching you dangle a blue colorful fruit roll up between your fingers like it was some kind of forbidden delicacy. You grinned, leaning in a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Come on, Ichi, just trust me on this."

"I mean, sure, I guess. But why?" He shifted awkwardly, fingers twitching against his knee as a flush crept up his neck. His usual composure, the razor-sharp focus he had on the field, seemed to crumble under the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“Because I wanna try it out,” you said, pouting just enough to make it almost impossible for him to say no.

His shoulders sagged in surrender, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "If it makes you happy, then—ah! Ohhh, fuck—”

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before jumping at the opportunity. A victorious grin spread across your face as you reached forward, determination shining in your eyes.

“See? Not such a bad idea, huh?” you mused as you got to work.

Isagi sucked in a sharp breath, throwing his head back with an unexpected hum. His fingers twitched against his sides as if resisting the urge to swat your hands away, but he didn’t. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before peeking at you, filled with a mix of trepidation and intrigue.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His voice came out breathless, slightly strained.

You tilted your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Maybe a little."

"As long as you’re happy," he muttered, exhaling through his nose. His ears were burning red, and he refused to meet your gaze, probably regretting every decision that led him to this moment. And yet, he didn’t stop you.

There was something about seeing Isagi, usually so confident and competitive, now reduced to a flustered mess over something so ridiculously simple. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

"Okay, okay," you giggled, finally pulling back slightly. "What do you think? Rate the experience."

Isagi blinked at you, lips parted like he was still buffering. Then, after a long pause, he swallowed thickly.

"Honestly?" He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at you. "Kinda… weird. But not bad. Like, I didn't think it would work, but now—uh." His sentence trailed off as he looked at you again, expression unreadable.

You smirked, tilting your head. "Go on."

"You might be onto something," he admitted begrudgingly, shifting slightly under your gaze. "But if you tell anyone about this, I swear—"

You snorted, reaching over to poke his cheek. "Relax, Ichi. I don’t tell anyone about anything we do in the bedroom"

"Alright, good. So, uh..." He trailed off, eyes locked onto you with anticipation. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head, waiting for him to continue.

His cheeks flushed as he hesitated before mumbling, "Are you gonna finish?"

A smirk played on your lips. "You want me to?"

"...Yes, please," he admitted, almost shyly.

And that was all the confirmation you needed before putting him back in your mouth and getting to work.

Meguru Bachira

"Oh-ho-ho~? You absolute freak, I love it!" Bachira clapped his hands together, eyes gleaming with mischief like a goblin who had just discovered a new way to cause mayhem. He leaned in closer, watching you with rapt attention.

You pulled out the fruit roll up, mango pineapple flavored and got to work wrapping it around Bachira’s dick.

"Wait, wait, wait—you’re actually doing this? Oh, this is gonna be amazing." His excitement was borderline unhinged, his energy bouncing all over the place as he perched on the edge of his seat, barely able to contain himself.

You didn’t expect him to be this excited. You were actually unsure of how he’d react to your request but this was better than you expected. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing though because before you even got to put your mouth on it, he was swirling out ideas.

"What’s next, huh? Should we go full dessert mode? Whipped cream? Chocolate drizzle? No? Tch, you’re no fun," he teased, shaking his head dramatically before perking right back up. "Fine, fine! Just fruit rolls ups… for now"

As you rolled your eyes and continued, Bachira, of course, had to make things weirder. He started making airplane noises, rocking side to side like a child hyped up on sugar. "Choo-choo! Here comes the flavor train! Next stop: Meguru’s curiosity!"

You shot him a look, exasperated. "Are you seriously narrating this?"

"Of course! This is a historic moment!" he declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

His laughter bubbled up as he watched you, his gaze filled with that signature mix of chaotic excitement and genuine affection. "Y’know, I gotta say," he mused, tilting his head, "I love the way your brain works. Completely unhinged. Just my type."

His endless enthusiasm made it impossible not to laugh. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it," he shot back, beaming.

“Oh–oh! Oh this is… this is better than I was expecting~” Bachira moaned as you put his fruit roll up covered cock all the way into your mouth.

“Yeah?” You hummed, the vibrations from your words contributing to his pleasure

“Oh yeah, please, don’t stop.” He shut his eyes, his hands finding their way to your hair, entangling themselves in it.

At the end of the day, Bachira was a whirlwind of chaos and sugar who made everything twice as fun, just by being himself. And oh how you loved him for it.

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri stared at you, utterly unimpressed. His crimson eyes flickered with disbelief as he took in your suggestion, arms crossed in a way that made him look like a prince being subjected to absolute nonsense. "You could have literally suggested anything else," he said, voice as flat as ever, "anything, and you went with fruit roll-ups?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like this was giving him an actual migraine. "This has to be some weird diet trend I don’t know about," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Not a diet," you corrected with a grin. "Just an experience."

Chigiri gave you the most deadpan stare imaginable, like he was seriously reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment. But despite his apparent suffering, you could see the tiny twitch at the corner of his lips, threatening to betray him.

After a few more seconds of dramatic silence, he sighed in surrender. "Fine," he relented, shifting his weight like a reluctant aristocrat about to partake in the peasantry. "But just this once. And don’t—" he paused, fixing you with a sharp gaze, "—get any on my sheets. I don’t want ants."

You snorted. "That’s what you’re worried about?"

"Obviously," he replied smoothly, flicking his silky, shiny hair over his shoulder like this was just another day of dealing with absolute chaos.

You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t done. "And if this ends up being terrible," he continued, narrowing his gaze, "you owe me. Big time."

"Deal," you chirped, already enjoying how much this was ruffling his usually composed demeanor.

As you prepared everything, Chigiri watched you like a hawk—arms crossed, gaze sharp, still looking vaguely offended by the entire ordeal. Yet, despite all his protests, there was no missing the curiosity lurking beneath his exasperation.

He was trying way too hard to act like he wasn’t at least a little intrigued.

And that was exactly why you loved messing with him.

“What’s taking so l-” Before he could finish, you had him in your mouth. He froze for a moment, shocked, but quickly relaxed, melting like putty as you continued, savoring each movement as you slurped him up like a slushie.

“D-don’t stop,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, clearly enjoying the experience.

“I’m taking this is going well, and that I won’t have to owe you?” you asked, pulling away. You noticed the disappointed look on his face when you stopped.

“We’re not finished yet. I’ll let you know when we’re done,” he replied, his frown deepening.

“Sounds to me like you’re hoping I’ll keep going,” you teased. “but, you don’t have to tell me twice”

Rin Itoshi

Rin took one look at the fruit roll-ups in your hands, then glanced at you, and without missing a beat, he immediately turned on his heel and started walking away. "No."

You blinked, staring after him. "No? Why not?"

He didn’t even slow down as he walked away, his voice barely turning back to address you. "Because you’re insane."

You gasped dramatically, hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"

Rin rubbed his temples like he could already feel a headache forming. "Find someone else to entertain your sugar-fueled delusions," he called over his shoulder, completely unimpressed.

You stood there, staring at his retreating form, half frustrated and half amused by his complete lack of enthusiasm for your idea.

He came back five minutes later out of pure curiosity.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, arms crossed, watching you with that look like he was contemplating whether he was about to make the worst decision of his life.

"How set are you on this," he began with a sigh, his tone reluctant.

“Very.”

"This is a terrible idea." But despite his words, there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, and his eyes had softened ever so slightly. Yet, he still walked back into the room, eyeing the way you were on your knees.

You grinned, clearly winning this battle.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, "I’ll humor you. But, this doesn’t mean I’m into this food fetish thing you got going on"

You could tell he was trying his best to seem unaffected by the ridiculousness of it all, but there was no hiding the faint interest in his eyes as he watched you get to work.

"One condition," Rin added, stepping a little closer now, as if finally accepting that he was going to be involved in whatever you were planning.

You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

"Don’t make it weird," his eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to guard himself against whatever might come next.

You leaned in with a grin. "No promises."

Seishiro Nagi

There was only the faintest hint of interest in his eyes as he leaned back on the pillows. He barely even moved, perfectly embodying the phrase ‘no thoughts, just vibes.’

As you started preparing your… unique setup, Nagi just lounged there, sprawled out like a cat in the sun. He didn't have any objections, nor did he offer much in the way of encouragement. He simply watched, not bothered enough to care.

"Seriously? You’re just letting me do this?" you asked.

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he stifled a yawn. His voice was so devoid of energy that it was impossible to tell if he was bored or just entertained by how over-the-top you were being.

You kept going, not letting his disinterest stop you. After all, this was Nagi, his lack of reaction was practically a sign that you were doing something right.

The only time Nagi actually stirred was when a stray piece of the fruit roll up fell on his stomach, just within his reach. Without even opening his eyes, he lazily reached for it, grabbed it, and popped it into his mouth with zero fanfare.

"Huh. Tasty," he muttered, completely unfazed. He didn’t even bother elaborating or making a face.

"You’re so weird," you said, shaking your head, but secretly enjoying the way he just went with it.

"Says you," Nagi scoffed with a lazy grin, his eyes flicking over to you briefly.

"That’s why you love me." you smiled before taking him in, enjoying the way the fruit roll up melted in your mouth against the heat of your warm tongue. Nagi hissed at the feeling, giving you the first reaction of this whole ordeal.

“How does it feel?” You asked, pulling away to wipe the drool off your lips.

“Feels like…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Like you should keep going.”

Reo Mikage

Reo nearly choked on air when you casually dropped the suggestion, his entire body stiffening in surprise. "Excuse me—what?" he managed, his voice high and incredulous. You, on the other hand, were entirely unphased, raising an eyebrow at his dramatic reaction.

"Fruit. Roll. Ups." you said slowly, as if that explained everything.

"I heard you. I just… why?" Reo blinked several times, mouth hanging open as he tried to process what you’d just said. He reached for his glass of water, clearly trying to calm himself down, but it only served to make the situation worse. He buried his face in his hands with a long, exasperated sigh, as if he was somehow both embarrassed and horrified.

"I swear, this is why rich people get accused of having weird kinks," he muttered, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.

You smirked, leaning back casually, clearly enjoying the sight of his spiraling. "Well, you know what they say, if the shoe fits," you teased.

"I don’t even know where to begin with this suggestion."

You shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "It’s simple. Fruit Roll-Ups. You wrap it around things. You eat it. End of story."

"I—" He stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to stave off a headache. His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, his usual grace and composure slipping for just a moment. "Why Fruit Roll-Ups of all things? Why not… I don’t know, something normal like chocolate or honey or strawberries or—anything that makes sense?"

"Why not?" you countered with a teasing grin. "It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s sugary. What’s not to love?"

"I… I just can’t believe you’re serious about this." He leaned back in his chair.

"Come on, Reo," you prodded, trying not to laugh at his genuine discomfort. "What’s the worst that could happen?”

“It’s just weird, alright?”

"I mean, it’s not like you have to do it, but…" You paused for effect, watching his every move.

He let out a dramatic groan, the sound of someone utterly defeated. "I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?"

"Maybe," you teased, enjoying the drama unfolding before you. "But isn’t that what makes it fun?"

“This is fun to you?”

"You’re right," you said with a playful grin. "I should’ve suggested something weirder. Like… jelly beans and pickles."

His eyes went wide. "No! Absolutely not! I have some standards, okay? My dick isn’t some candy buffet, Y/n, damn.”"

“Aw, man.” You pouted, pretending to be disappointed.

"You’re insane. But fine," he said after a beat, finally giving in, his voice resigned. "If this is what you want, I’ll play along, but just so you know, I will be silently judging you this whole time."

You raised an eyebrow. "Judging me? Oh please, I’m gonna make you a mess under me.”

The thought sent a shiver down Reo’s body. He was getting mad at himself from how turned on he was starting to get. "Whatever. Let’s just get this over with— JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, YOU COULD’VE GAVE ME A WARNING.”

Yeah, he came three times.

Sae Itoshi

Sae just stared at you. Then at the fruit roll up. Then back at you.

"You need therapy."

��Sae, what the hell.” You gasp.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by your silent, almost eager stare. “You’re weird,” he muttered, a little edge to his tone. “Why would I let you do that?”

You shrugged innocently, feeling a little giddy, “I just think it would be fun.”

You leaned in just a bit, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Sae. Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”

His gaze flickered to the fruit roll-up again, then back to your face, his expression still unreadable. “You need serious help.”

You simply frowned, the corners of your mouth turning down with a playful defiance. “You’re not going to let me? Really?”

"No." He replied, his voice steady and unbothered, almost too simple.

"Saeee..." You stretched his name out dramatically, your eyes wide with pleading. "Please?"

He raised an eyebrow, his expression resigned. "What kind of pleasure do you get from this, other than tormenting me?"

"It’ll be fun, I swear," you insisted with a hopeful grin.

He shook his head, sighing deeply as though he couldn’t believe the words coming from your mouth. "This isn’t fun, Y/n. This is odd. You’re odd. I’ve already said no, so stop asking."

Defeated, you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping in exaggerated disappointment. Slowly, you walked off to put the box of fruit roll-ups back, doing your best to suppress the letdown you were feeling.

Later that day, you were sitting on the couch, sulking a little, when you heard the familiar shuffle of his footsteps. Surprised, you looked up to see him standing in front of you, a box of fruit roll-ups in hand. He refused to make eye contact, simply shoving the box into your hands without a word.

You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. "What’s this?"

He grumbled, his voice almost a growl. "Fine. You can do it."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. "Really? What made you change your mind?"

He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated but unable to hide the hint of frustration beneath his words. "Does it even matter? Just... let’s get this over with before I change my mind again."

"Okay! Yippie!" You exclaimed.

Without wasting a second, you leapt up from the couch, your excitement bubbling over. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, planting kisses all over his face in a flurry of joy before dragging him to the bedroom to give him the most toe-tingling, sheet-gripping, jaw-breaking blow job of his entire life all with his dick wrapped in a fruit roll up.

Michael Kaiser

“What’s… this?” Kaiser asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and slight confusion as he watched you settle comfortably between his legs, unwrapping a brightly colored fruit roll-up.

You gave him a nonchalant glance, still focused on your task. “A fruit roll-up,” you answered simply, as though the answer was obvious.

He didn’t even flinch as you casually unzipped his pants, a move that was second nature between the two of you. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness. You had an unspoken understanding, a rhythm that allowed such actions to be taken without question. You both made sure to check in with each other, confirming mutual comfort and consent, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious when you did.

Kaiser eyed you intenty, his gaze flickering between your hands and your face, the curiosity and interest clear in his expression. It wasn’t often that he had to wonder about your next move.

“I can see that,” he murmured, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, though his eyes narrowed in on you. “But what exactly are you doing?”

“I’m wrapping it around your dick while I suck you off.” You say casualy.

“What?” He looked at you like you were insane. “The fuck?”

You threw a Fruit Roll-Up at his face, the candy whizzing through the air and slapping against his cheek with an audible squelch.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by it, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he slowly peeled the sticky fruit snack off his skin. “The hell? What’d you do that for?” he frowned, his voice laced with confusion.

“You talk too much,” you said, your tone cool. “Just let me suck you off with a fruit roll up around it.”

Kaiser’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing in them. “I never said yes,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a hint of challenge beneath it.

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You never said no,”

Kaiser chuckled, the deep sound of amusement escaping him. “You're a strange one, aren’t you?” He smirked, resting his chin in his hand, eyes glinting with something that bordered between mischief and intrigue. “But I like strange. It keeps things interesting."

He leaned forward slightly, making the moment feel far more dramatic than it had any right to be. He seemed to take your little silly idea and blow it up, turning it into some high-class, avant-garde experience, as if he were about to set the stage for a grand performance.

“If we’re doing this,” he grabbed your chin, tilting your face to have your gaze meet his, “we do it my way.”

Ryusei Shidou

Shidou didn’t hesitate. His excitement was instant and electric, the mischievous gleam in his eyes only growing as he took a step toward you, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to unveil his latest, chaotic experiment.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s get weird!” he cheered, his voice booming with confidence.

You blinked at him, barely processing his enthusiasm, but the way he immediately dove into brainstorming ideas made you grin despite yourself. Shidou was never one to shy away from insane shit like this.

“What if we melt chocolate on it? Or dip it in Red Bull? OOH, what if we—”

“Ryu, no,” you cut him off, shaking your head, but even as you spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the possibilities were. Chocolate and Red Bull? He was serious about it too, you could see it in his eyes.

“Ryu, yes.” He pushed back.

His unwavering energy propelling him into territory you weren’t even sure you’d signed up for. A fruit roll-up was one thing, but now, the absurd ideas were starting to sound less like wild jokes and more like they could actually happen.

“Just imagine, Y/n. We could put gummy bears on it. Or maybe marshmallows. Maple syrup. Do you even know how good that would be?”

You stared at him, trying to process the combination of ingredients he was suggesting. The thought alone made your stomach do the thing (your pancreas crying from that diabetic nightmare), but for some reason, you could almost see it working. You did like those snacks,

But still, you had to draw a line somewhere.

“Red bull? Isn’t that a little... too much? Like, even for you?”

Shidou’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Not enough,” he said matter-of-factly, throwing his arms wide in dramatic flair. “It needs to be bold, right? We’re talking flavor explosion. This isn’t a snack, it’s a masterpiece.”

“Let’s just start with the fruit roll-up, we’ll think about the other stuff after.”

Shidou looked disappointed for all of two seconds before a devilish grin crossed his face again. “Deal. But just so you know, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. I’m not responsible for where this goes.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. The man was practically salivating over the idea of you giving him blowjobs with various snacks on his dick.

You unwrapped the fruit roll-up slowly, the shiny, sticky paper catching the light. Shidou purred at the sight of your delicate hands working so meticulously into wrapping it around his throbbing cock. You looked so pretty, all concentrated as you did the strangest things with him. That’s why he loved you, you matched his freak.

By the time it was all over, Shidou had somehow convinced you to incorporate donuts, bagels, whipped cream, honey, and even the gummy worms he so desperately wanted you to use. When the chaos finally settled, your throat ached, your stomach full, and your face was a mess—covered in a mix of food crumbs, sugar, and the remnants of his sweet, milky cum.

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ducktoo · 4 months ago

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IVE’s An Yujin x M!Reader

Note: welp....yall ask for part 2 and yall shall receive.

I was planning to post it earlier, but uni has started for me and I didn't have time to think about posting it (assignment due in wk3 already. Shocking.)

But yea, Cheeky blew up quite hard, and I'm happy that it did. I kept reading back to it and feeling delulu during these trying times.

You can check part 1 here! And hope you will enjoy this lighthearted sequel!

(Damn u yujin stop being so cute-)

You should’ve seen this coming.

No—everyone should’ve seen this coming.

It wasn’t just the members. Not just the managers, the stylists, or even the company staff. At this point, you were convinced that half the industry had figured it out before you did.

Ever since the Honey Incident (as Wonyoung dramatically dubbed it), Yujin had apparently decided that embarrassing you in public wasn’t enough. At first, it was harmless. Cute, even. She’d joke around, tease you about being too serious, drape herself over you in public like you were her personal couch, and demand your attention at all times.

Then it got worse.

Somehow, somewhere along the line, she had started treating you less like a bodyguard and more like her favourite person in the world.

Which led to this moment.

A moment you never expected. A moment where An Yujin, the ever-cheeky, ever-confident leader of IVE, was standing in front of you, blushing, in the practice room.

You had been assigned to keep watch while they rehearsed, standing by the door as the girls went over their choreography for the millionth time that day. It was routine at this point—watch them sweat, keep an eye out for potential threats (including a certain puppy), and occasionally stop Liz and Rei from sneaking off to buy bubble tea. The usual.

But today felt…off.

Not in a dangerous way. Not in a Yujin-is-being-annoying way (though she had tried to balance a water bottle on your head as you watched over them). This was something else.

You first noticed it when Yujin kept sneaking glances at you between dance breaks. Not her usual I’m about to mess with you glances. These were different—more hesitant, more…nervous. Which was…very out of character of her. Because An Yujin never get nervous around you.

"Alright, let’s wrap up here," their choreographer finally announced.

The members groaned in relief, collapsing onto the floor like a pile of exhausted puppies…well except for Yujin. Yujin was staring at you. Menacingly.

And before you could question it, she marched over.

"Hey," she said.

You narrowed your eyes. "...What's up, Yuu?"

She bit her lip, shifting on her feet. Her eyes were looking at anywhere but you. "So, uh…"

Weird.

She was acting weird.

Yujin never hesitated when speaking to you. Usually, she was all smug grins and playful insults. But now?

She looked like she was about to combust.

The rest of IVE noticed, because of course they did. They had enough of Yujin fiddling around in their dorm.

"Oh my god," Wonyoung mumbled from her spot on the floor. "It’s happening."

"What’s happening, unnie?" Leeseo whispered.

"She’s finally doing that," Rei deadpanned.

Liz let out a long, suffering sigh. "Took her long enough."

Gaeul rubbed her temples. "I don’t have the energy for this."

Meanwhile, you were still trying to process what was happening when Yujin squared her shoulders, sucked in a deep breath, and gave you her ultimatum.

"I LIKE YOU!"

Silence. The whole room froze. The whole world froze.

Your brain short-circuited.

"...Huh?"

Yujin, still bright red, clenched her fists. "I LIKE YOU, OKAY?!"

Her voice cracked slightly.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

She groaned, running a hand through her already sweat-damp hair. "Do I really have to say it again?"

"Yes."

"Ugh." She took another deep breath. "I LIKE YOU. ROMANTICALLY. LIKE, IN A DATE-Y WAY. LIKE, I WANT TO HOLD HANDS AND STUFF!"

From the floor, Wonyoung gagged. "Unnie, please stop talking."

Liz groaned into her hands. "This is a nightmare."

Leeseo, innocently, started clapping. "Go, unnie! Be brave!"

Yujin shot them a glare before turning back to you. "So? What do you think?"

You stared at her. Then at the other members, who looked like they were witnessing a murder scene. Then back at her.

"...Are you serious?"

She nodded way too fast. "Dead serious."

You just stared.

Of all the things An Yujin could’ve done today or any other days—steal your sunglasses, challenge you to an arm-wrestling match, make up some dumb nickname for you—this was not on your bingo card.

But here she was.

The girl who spent the last few months making your life a constant struggle, the girl who clung to you like a koala and made sure everyone and their grandmother knew you were her bodyguard was now standing in front of you, blushing, waiting for an answer. But....

"...Absolutely not," you said flatly.

Yujin gasped. Genuinely gasped. Like you had just betrayed her.

"Rejected?! On my first attempt?!"

"You literally threw the truth bomb at me, Yujin—"

"This is a historic moment," she muttered, shaking her head. "An Yujin, turned down for the first time in her life… I don’t know how to recover from this…"

Gaeul threw a towel at her. "Please shut up."

"But—!"

"Just shut up."

Yujin groaned dramatically before turning back to you.

"...Okay, fine. First attempt failed," she admitted. Then her lips curled into a familiar, mischievous smirk. "Guess I’ll just have to try again."

Your stomach dropped. "What-"

She winked. "I don’t give up that easily, honey~"

The rest of IVE groaned in unison.

And that was the exact moment you realized you were screwed.

Yujin, apparently, had no concept of personal space. Everywhere you went, she was there. Not in a creepy way, but in a Yujin way—like a big, overgrown puppy that refused to leave your side.

"Good morning!!" she chirped, appearing out of nowhere and looping her arms around yours as soon as you entered the practice room.

You sighed. "Did you need to latch onto me the second you got here?"

"Yes," she said easily.

"Why?"

She just grinned. "Because I like you~"

"That’s not an answer."

"It is an answer."

"Not a good one, isn't it?"

"Well, too bad," she hummed, swinging your arm like you were best friends at a schoolyard. "You rejected me, so now you have to deal with the full force of my affection until you change your mind."

"You mean suffer?"

"Tomato, tomato, same thing."

From the other side of the room, Wonyoung threw her water bottle onto the floor dramatically. "She never did this before. Why now?"

Gaeul groaned into her hands. "I don't wanna see this anymore."

Leeseo, bless her innocent heart, was still cheering her leader on. "She’s so great!"

Meanwhile, Rei just stared at you with pity. "You brought this on yourself."

You sighed, but you didn’t shake Yujin off even when lunch time arrives. By that point, the entire company definitely knew about Yujin’s ridiculous pursuit.

You had been sitting in the break room, minding your own business, when she waltzed in with the confidence of someone who owned the place.

"Hey, babe, what do you want to eat?" she asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You ignored her. "Not hungry. And don't call me babe out aloud, Yujin."

"That’s not what I asked." She slid into the seat across from you, chin resting on her palm. "I can order whatever you want. Couple meals are on sale today~"

That kickstarted a chain of whispers in the room. You could feel the stares.

"Yujin," you said slowly. "Stop. Please."

She gasped dramatically. "Rejected again?! In public?!"

"Stop acting like this is new."

"It hurts every time," she whined, clutching her heart.

At the next table, two staff members were openly watching the exchange, barely trying to hide their amusement.

"Seriously, are they dating or not?" one whispered.

The other shook their head. "I dunno, but Yujin’s trying."

Yujin winked at them. "Oh, I will succeed."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

You eventually had grown used to the chaos. The teasing, the dramatic declarations, the smug little grins Yujin would shoot you whenever she found new ways to fluster you. You had come to expect her annoying antics—her constant presence, the way she’d grab your wrist and drag you places, how she’d miraculously find an excuse to be around you no matter where you were stationed.

So when it suddenly stopped, you found yourself unnerved. It felt…too quiet, was very apparent it the moment you arrived at the company building.

Normally, you wouldn’t even get to stand still before Yujin popped out of nowhere, throwing an arm around your shoulder like she had been waiting for you all morning. "Good morning, honey~!" she'd always say, far too enthusiastic for someone who had spent hours practicing the night before and always the responsible leader she is.

But today?

Nothing.

No surprise ambush. No unnecessary skin ship. No Yujin.

Which made your brows furrowed slightly as you walked toward IVE’s practice room. The usual noise from within—the sound of music, the members chatting, Wonyoung complaining about something—was still there. But the one bubbly voice that always stood out the most (unfortunately for you) was missing.

When you stepped inside, the members barely glanced at you, too busy stretching or scrolling through their phones during a break.

"Um….Where’s Yujin?" you asked, trying to sound neutral.

Gaeul sighed, tossing her towel over her shoulder. "Sick. She’s been in bed all day."

You frowned. Yujin? Sick? That never happened.

"She overworked herself again," Wonyoung added with an eye roll. "Serves her right for staying up late doing who-knows-what after practice."

Liz hummed. "Unnie said she was fine this morning, but the moment she tried to stand up, she almost collapsed."

You felt something tighten in your chest. Collapsed?

Before you could even process it, your feet were already moving toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Rei called out.

"Checking on her," you replied without hesitation.

From behind, you swore you heard Leeseo muttered, "Wow, oppa didn’t even deny it this time."

The dorm was quieter than usual.

Normally, when you entered, you were met with the sounds of the other members laughing, chatting, or bickering over something trivial. But today, it was almost eerily still, like the whole place was alive.

You tip-toed down the hall until you reached Yujin’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and when you peeked inside, you found her curled up in bed, swallowed by a mountain of blankets (and hoodies that Leeseo sprinkled on). Her hair was a mess, her usually sharp and playful eyes barely open, fever-flushed cheeks standing out against her pale skin.

She looked... small. Like a puppy, which unsettled you.

Yujin was always everywhere, loud, full of energy, always teasing, always finding ways to get under your skin. But now? She looked nothing like the person who had spent the last few months making your life infuriatingly interesting.

Her gaze shifted slightly when she noticed you, and a slow, tired smile curled on her lips.

"...You came," she mumbled, her voice hoarse and laced with sleep.

"Obviously," you replied, stepping closer. "Gaeul said you almost collapsed this morning."

She let out a weak chuckle. "Dramatic, aren’t they?"

You frowned. "That’s not funny, Yujin."

Before she could mutter another tired sound, you sat beside the bed and placed the back of your hand against her forehead. She was burning.

A lump formed in your throat.

She blinked up at you, dazed. "You never touch me first…*cough*"

You ignored the way your chest tightened at the poor girl. "Because you’re usually annoying. Now shut up and let me check your temperature."

Her lips twitched, like she wanted to say something smug, but she was too exhausted to put up a fight.

Your fingers brushed against her wrist, and she was so warm. The thought of her pushing herself this hard—until her body gave out—made something uneasy settle in your stomach.

"Have you even eaten?"

She shrugged lazily. "Didn’t feel like it."

You exhaled sharply, glancing at the small table by her bedside. There was an untouched bowl of porridge, now cold, sitting beside a bottle of unopened medicine and a cup of water.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the medicine and turned back to her. "Take this."

Yujin scrunched her nose. "Ugh, I hate that stuff."

"You hate a lot of things, but you still do them when necessary."

She groaned, flopping back onto her pillow. "Bossy."

"Annoying," you shot back.

She grinned weakly, reaching out with grabby hands. "Then feed me, my favourite bodyguard."

You narrowed your eyes. "You have hands."

She pouted dramatically, eyes twinkling with mischief despite her exhaustion. "But I’m weak and helpless right now. What if I pass out? Will you carry me princess-style to the hospital?"

You huffed. "Unbelievable."

Still, you remain on the edge of her bed, opening the bottle and holding out a spoonful of medicine.

Yujin blinked, looking genuinely surprised for once. "...Wait, you’re actually doing it?"

"Don’t make me change my mind," you muttered. "Now say ahh"

She hesitated for a second before leaning forward, parting her lips. As soon as the bitter medicine touched her tongue, her face scrunched up in absolute betrayal.

"EUGH! That’s disgusting!"

"You’ll live," you said flatly, handing her a glass of water.

She downed it quickly, still making exaggerated gagging noises.

You rolled your eyes. "Drama queen."

She flopped back against her pillow, letting out a deep sigh. "You really do care about me, huh?"

You tensed slightly. "Obviously. I'm meant to take care of you."

For once, she didn’t tease. Instead, she just stared at you, her usual playful confidence softening into something quieter.

"...Hey…" she murmured, fingers curling into her blanket. "I wasn’t joking, you know."

You swallowed. "About what?"

She smiled—small, genuine, and far too vulnerable for someone usually so full of herself. "Liking you."

Something inside you stirred—something that had been growing for a while now, something you refused to acknowledge until this moment.

You sighed, ignoring the way your heart leapt a mile for her. Ignoring the way the corner of your mouth curled up to a smile.

"I know."

And this time, you didn’t mind.

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amirasainz · 5 months ago

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Maybe some jealous Lando but with a happy end? Btw, I loved your last post. 💚

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Burning Jealousy

The silence in the car was unbearable.

Yn sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the passing streetlights. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal. Lando’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white.

It had been like this since they left dinner with their friends—since Mike had made her laugh a little too much, leaned in a little too close, and, in Lando’s eyes, given her just a little too much attention.

Lando had said nothing the entire drive. But then, just as the silence was starting to settle into something tolerable, he opened his mouth.

"He's in love with you, you know."

Yn’s fingers twitched. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared out of the window. She refused to acknowledge the comment.

"Yn," Lando tried again, his tone sharp. "Don't ignore me."

She exhaled through her nose, still refusing to look at him.

"I'm not ignoring you," she said, her voice dangerously even. "I just have nothing to say to that."

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. "Right. Of course. Because you don't see it."

"Because there’s nothing to see," she snapped, finally turning to glare at him. "Mike is my friend, Lando. He has been for years. You know that."

Lando let out a humorless laugh, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and I also know the way he looks at you."

Yn clenched her fists in her lap, willing herself to stay calm. But the anger had already started to bubble over, and she knew it was too late.

"You know what? I’m done with this conversation."

She turned back to the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Lando let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his curls.

The road ahead was empty, the city quiet at this late hour. When they reached a red light, the car rolled to a slow stop. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

And then Yn had had enough.

Without a word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door.

"Yn!" Lando’s voice was sharp with shock, but she didn't stop.

She stepped out onto the pavement, reaching down to yank off her heels. The night air was cool against her skin, but her anger burned hotter.

"Yn, what the hell are you doing?"

Lando had barely processed what was happening before she was walking down the street, heels dangling from her fingers, her bare feet padding softly against the pavement.

"Yn!"

The sound of the car door slamming echoed through the quiet street. A second later, Lando was jogging after her.

"You can’t just walk away!" he called, his voice laced with frustration. "Yn, stop!"

She ignored him.

"Yn, I'm serious—come back here!"

Nothing.

Lando groaned, running a hand down his face before picking up his pace. His heart was pounding for a different reason now—protectiveness, fear, the sheer desperation to fix things before they fell apart.

He caught up to her quickly, stepping in front of her path and forcing her to stop.

"Move, Lando," she muttered, her voice ice-cold.

"Not until you talk to me."

"I don’t want to talk to you."

"Well, too bad," he shot back. "Because I’m not letting you walk barefoot down the street at night like a crazy person."

Yn huffed, crossing her arms. "Then you shouldn't have said something so stupid."

Lando’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t move. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

"I know," he admitted. "I know it was stupid."

Yn blinked, surprised by his sudden shift in tone.

"I just—" Lando sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "I love you, Yn. And sometimes, that love makes me an idiot."

She frowned, her anger flickering for just a second. "Lando—"

"No, let me finish," he interrupted, stepping closer. "I know Mike is your friend. I know you love me. But sometimes, I see the way other guys look at you, and it drives me insane."

"Lando—"

"Because I don't want to lose you," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "Because the idea of you being with someone else—of someone else making you laugh like that, making you smile like that—kills me."

Yn’s anger started to waver, just a little.

"I hate that I get jealous," Lando continued. "I hate that I let it get to me. But it's only because I love you so much, and sometimes, I don’t know how to deal with that."

Yn let out a breath, her shoulders loosening slightly.

"You're an idiot," she muttered.

Lando let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I know."

She sighed, shaking her head. "I love you, Lando. But you have to trust me. You have to trust that I love you and only you."

"I do," he said quickly. "I do trust you. It's him I don’t trust."

Yn rolled her eyes. "Mike has never tried anything, and he never will. You have to let this go."

Lando hesitated before nodding. "Okay."

"Okay?" she echoed.

"Okay," he repeated, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry. Really."

Yn let out a small sigh. "You're lucky I love you."

Lando grinned, his dimples appearing. "I really am."

Before she could say anything else, he bent down and, without warning, scooped her up into his arms.

"Lando!" she squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck on instinct.

"You're not walking back barefoot," he said simply. "Even if you are mad at me."

Yn huffed but didn’t argue. She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her back to the car.

When he finally set her down, she looked up at him, her expression softer now.

"You're an idiot," she murmured again.

Lando smirked. "Yeah, but I’m your idiot."

She rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her lips.

And just like that, the fight was forgotten.

The love, however, remained.

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mikuluvu · 5 months ago

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Not saying 'I love you' Back

Tf141 x fem!reader

Phillip Graves x reader

A/n: 6/10 cod fics. It's been like 2 weeks since i posted- hehe sorry about that. i was sick :(

Oh Captain, My Captain (Cap'n john Price)

Are you mad? Because if you are, he WILL fix it.

You were both about to sleep, his arms wrapped around you from behind, his beard tickling the back of your neck. He let out a slow exhale, eyes closing as he murmured, “I love you.” His voice was deep and gruff.

…Huh. Weird.

Any minute now…

Okay, what the fuck.

His eyes cracked open, and he lifted his head slightly to glance at you. He couldn’t quite see your face, but he was sure you were still awake.

“Love…?” he whispered.

His fingers gently rubbed circles against your hip. "What's this about?"

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, your body shaking slightly against him. That only made him more confused.

Turning around to face him, your nose mere inches from his, you smirked. “I was just messing with you, silly. Wanted to see how you’d react.” you admitted,

Price huffed a small chuckle, shaking his head. “You little menace.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the last time you’re getting a love confession out of me.”

You knew that was a lie.

“Mm, we’ll see,” you mumbled sleepily against his chest.

He sighed, amused. “Bloody troublemaker.”

But his arms tightened around you anyway.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You were both cuddling in bed, him as the big spoon while you were the little spoon. His veiny, strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, his face nuzzled against the back of your head. Yes, he still had his mask on. But you weren’t complaining… who would even complain?

"I love you,” he murmured—calm, low, steady.

The only reply he got was the sound of rain pattering against the window.

He didn’t react immediately. He just… stared at the back of your head. Processing.

A minute passed.

“…Right.” His voice was unreadable.

It made you wonder if he even cared. But in reality, he did—he just wouldn’t show it easily.

His grip subtly tightened, like he was bracing himself. He wouldn’t ask if you were mad—if something was wrong, he figured you’d say it.

Then, he felt you shift. Turning around to face him, a grin on your lips as you giggled at his expression.

“I love you too… sorry to keep you waiting.”

He exhaled through his nose. A slow, deep breath.

“Not funny.”

But his arms stayed wrapped around you. A little tighter this time.

Later, he would get you back. Probably by making your legs wobbly when you least expected it.

Better than your regular soap (Johnny McTavish)

“Mhm… I love ye’.”

...

He paused, waiting for your sweet voice to say it back, thinking maybe you just didn’t hear him. But when a minute passed, he gasped.

“Oi, did ye just ignore me?” he asked.

Still, you didn’t respond—you were too focused on the movie.

Then you felt it. A poke to your cheek. Then a nudge. And then, he started gently shaking you.

“Helloooooo? Y’feelin’ alright, bonnie?”

Silence.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him. He let out a dramatic sigh and threw an arm over his forehead like a theatrical little shit.

“Ach, I knew it! You never loved me!”

That made you break.

“So dramatic… I was just messing with you,” you laughed.

He stared at you for a moment before groaning. “Hehe—ACK!”

Before you could react, he tackled you into the couch, fingers mercilessly digging into your sides.

“Ye’re gonna pay for that, lass.”

“HAAH—W-wait! Noooo! Pfft—HAHA—”

After a few seconds of your struggling, he finally stopped, only to smash his face against your chest, wrapping his arms around you so tight you couldn’t escape.

“Yer lucky I love ye, menace.”

Pretty man (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)

When you didn’t say it back, he let out a playful scoff, thinking you were just teasing him. “Oh, so that’s how we’re playin’ it, yeah?” he said, but you still didn’t respond.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning in a bit. “Wait… you’re not actually mad, are you?”

God, you felt bad. He looked like a puppy that thought it did something wrong, giving you those sad, pleading eyes.

“Don’t leave me hangin’ like that, love.”

He took your hand, slowly caressing it before moving to tickle your sides. The moment his fingers made contact, you burst into laughter.

“Wait—no! Not there!” you squealed.

He blinked at you a few times before groaning. “You are the worst. I almost started drafting my apology speech.

”You smirked at him, and in response, he flicked your forehead.

“Hey—!”

Phillip Graves

The briefin ended, and the room gradually emptied as the Shadows left one by one. Boots echoed against the floor. You stayed, standing near the table, eyes staring at the map spread across it. Your mind was elsewhere, on the mission, on the risks,... on him.

Phillip was across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting.

When the las soldier was finally out the door, he pushed off the wall, closed and locked the door, and then approached you.

"Y'good sweetheart?" he asked,

You nodded automatically, but the worry weighted in your chest stayed. The mission details kept messing with your head, the potential dangers and the things that will be unexpected. You'd been through plenty together, too many, really, but something about this one made your gut twist.

You felt his hand on your waist, fingers curling around the fabric of your uniform as he pulled your closer. "C'mon now," he murmured, tilting his head to meet your eyes. "Ain't got much time,"

This was routine. After every briefing, before going to meet with the shadows, you both stole a moment like this. A secret between husband and wife, hidden in plain sight.

His hand brushed over your cheek, it was warm. “Be safe out there,” he said softly, eyes searching yours.

“You too,” you whispered.

His thumb grazed your jaw before he leaned in just slightly. “I love you.”

You opened your mouth—then hesitated.

You wanted to say it back. You always did. But this time, the words caught in your throat, tangled up with the worry clawing at your ribs. What if this was the mission that went wrong? What if this was the last time?

Graves pulled back just enough to look at your face. He waited. And when you still didn’t say it, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly.

“Darlin’,” he said, a bit more serious now. “Say it back.”

You swallowed hard, eyes darting away. “I just…” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I’m worried, Phil.”

He knew. He always knew.

“I know, baby,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “But I need to hear it. Just once.”

You let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him like he might slip away if you let go.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He huffed out a quiet chuckle, though there was relief in his eyes. “That’s my girl.”

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tiki-was-here · 3 months ago

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The Deep x Marine Biologist Reader P1

Word Count: 1.1k

This takes place post gill breakdown . Basically hes so desperate for any sort of positive attention hed probably suck ur toes if you asked nicely. Also there’s like zero gifs of the deep cmon guys do better.

Also also CW for the deep being a teeny bit sexist at the start

The Deep sat hunched over on a plush armchair in his shitty apartment, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He was supposed to be on standby for a mission involving some flooding in a coastal city, but as usual, the others had it covered–despite the fact that he told Ashley that all water related missions were supposed to be his only. He sighed, tapping through social media, pausing his doom scrolling to occasionally say some not so PG words under the posts of a poor family taking a beach day out. If she wanted to post her ugly ass kids then she could have at least shaved before she went out.Then, a notification caught his eye.

Specifically a DM. He didn't get much of those in general but after the situation with Starlight died had died down his number of daily messages got cut down to almost nothing.

He squinted at the username “marinebio_enthusiast”. He was ignore it when he noticed something unusual—it wasn’t hate mail. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the message.

“Hi! My name is [Y/N], and I’m a marine biology student at Sandalwood University. I’ve been really passionate about ocean conservation lately, and I thought it would be amazing to get your perspective on a few issues. Also, I know this might sound a little weird, but I’m a big fan of yours! I think it’s great that you care so much about the ocean and its wildlife. If you’re interested, I’d love to buy you a coffee and chat about it! I also sent an email just in case this doesn’t reach you. I really appreciate your time! :)”

The Deep reread the message twice, his eyebrows lifting. A fan? Someone who actually wanted to talk to him?(bros too lonely to care about stranger danger)

A warmth spread through his chest. It wasn’t just the praise that made him feel good—it was the way you’d worded it, like he was someone important. Like his opinion mattered. He glanced around the room, half-expecting someone to jump out and tell him it was a joke.

He typed back before he could second-guess himself.

“Hey [Y/N], thanks for reaching out!!!!! I’d love to help out and chat about marine life🪼🐠🦈. Coffee sounds great 👍👍👍. How about tomorrow at noon?”

He hesitated, then hit send. Instantly, his phone buzzed with your response.

“Wow i really didn't expect a response so soon. Thank you soooo much for this opportunity!

Noon is good for me i’ll meet you at [insert some random coffee shop name idgaf]. I'll see you then!”

The Deep couldn’t help but grin, the night spent planning possible outfits and stalking your profile.

The Deep watched the door intently, his foot tapping nervously. He would never admit it, but he’d actually gotten there twenty minutes early. He’d opted for something casual—jeans, a button-up, and a beanie to hide his identity a bit. When you finally walked in, he couldn’t help but straighten up, almost knocking his coffee off the table in the process.

He raised a hand, and when your eyes met his, you smiled so brightly he felt a bit self-conscious. You made your way over, and he stood up, almost tripping over his own feet to shake your hand.

“Wow, it’s really you,” you breathed out, eyes wide. “Thanks for meeting me!”

He cleared his throat, trying to sound confident. “Yeah, of course. I mean, I’m always happy to, uh, help with marine stuff. You know, it’s kind of my thing.”

You giggled, and his chest puffed up a little. “Yeah, I figured. I saw your speech on marine preservation from a few years ago. It’s what got me into marine biology in the first place.”

The two of you sat down, and you immediately started talking about the project you were working on—something about coral bleaching and how to promote rehabilitation efforts. The conversation flowed easily —mostly you talking about your project while he nodded along, occasionally throwing in random facts he’d Googled last night. He even made a joke about dolphins being the “mean girls” of the sea, and when you actually laughed, he felt like he’d just won the lottery.

“You know,” you said after a while, stirring your latte, “it’s really admirable how much you care about marine life. I think people forget that sometimes.”

He blinked, surprised. “Yeah, they do,” he admitted, a little softer than intended. “Most people just see me as… the fish guy.”

You gave him a sympathetic look. “Well, I think it’s great. And I really appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

He couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well… it’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.”

You nodded, eyes softening. “People can be pretty harsh. But you’re doing your best. That’s what counts.”

The Deep wasn’t used to this—being treated like a person.

You glanced at your phone,checking the time. “Hey, would you mind coming with me to check out a spot? I’d love to show you what I’m talking about.”

He blinked, surprised. “Uh, sure! Yeah, let’s do it.”

He followed you out to the parking lot, still a little confused. You opened your car door and gestured for him to hop in.

“I promise it’s not far,” you said. “It’ll make way more sense if you see it in person.”

He hesitated, trying to rationalize the situation. You seemed nice enough. Plus, you’d picked a spot by the ocean, so if this turned out to be some trick, he’d have the advantage. With a shrug, he got into your car.

The drive wasn’t long, and when you pulled up, he realized you’d taken him to a little cliffside overlooking the ocean.

“Wow,” he murmured, stepping out. The ocean stretched out below, waves crashing against the rocks. He couldn’t help but feel calmer just being near the water.

“Cool, right?” you asked, leaning against the car. “This is where I do most of my research. I thought it’d be the perfect place to explain my idea.”

He glanced back at you, surprised to find you tugging your shirt over your head. His brain stalled, and he nearly choked on his own breath.

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered, eyes widening.

You shot him a playful grin,stripping the rest of your clothes so you were now just in your boxers. “I’m going in. You’re welcome to join me.”

Before he could process it, you ran to the edge of the cliff and dove gracefully into the water below. His heart leapt into his throat.

“Oh, shit—” He bolted to the edge, peering over. You’d vanished beneath the waves. Panic set in, and he didn’t think, he just dove in after you.

The water rushed around him, cool and familiar, but when he surfaced, you were nowhere to be seen. His heart pounded.

“Hey!” he called, splashing around. “Where’d you go?”

His mind raced, imagining the headlines. He couldn’t handle another scandal. But before he could dive down again, something grabbed his leg.

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hwa-stars · 3 months ago

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We listen, but don't judge

Paring: Idol bf!Kim Hongjoong x Y/N fem!reader

Genre: fluff, funny?)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: I use some random usernames that came to my head, idk if any of them is real, if it's sorry it wasn't with bad intentions. 🥺

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Y/N stumbled across the viral TikTok trend. Intrigued, she grinned mischievously and turned to Hongjoong, who was lounging on the couch with his laptop.

“Hey babe, have you seen the ‘We listen but we don’t judge’ trend on TikTok?” She asked, holding up her phone.

Hongjoong shook his head, closing his laptop. “No, what’s it about?”

“Basically, you confess something, and the other person can’t react negatively. They just have to listen and not judge.” Hongjoong chuckled, finding the idea amusing.

“Sounds like a trap, but okay. Let’s try it.” Y/N clapped her hands excitedly.

“Great! You go first!” Hongjoong smirked.

“No way. You’re the one who brought it up. You start.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N positioned her phone to record them. She pressed ‘record’ and began.

“We listen but we don’t judge… Hongjoong, I always go to your studio to pull you out of your work trance so you can take a break. But honestly, I also do it so you’ll buy me snacks while we’re out.”

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped.

“Wait, you—” Y/N quickly cut him off, grinning.

“We listen but don’t judge!”

Hongjoong shook his head in disbelief, still processing her confession.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“My turn’s over." Y/N said, laughing. “Your turn!” Hongjoong sighed, composing himself.

“Fine. We listen but we don’t judge… Remember our third date when I told you I was sick and couldn’t hold your hand? I wasn’t actually sick. I just wasn’t comfortable with skinship yet and didn’t know how to tell you.” Y/N gasped dramatically.

“What?! You lied to me?!” She playfully raised a fist as if to hit him.

“We listen but we don’t judge!” Hongjoong grinned.

They both laughed before Y/N continued.

“Alright, we listen but we don’t judge. After your Guerilla stage, when you complained your rainbow ice cream tasted like mint chocolate and nearly threw up… I mixed it with mint chocolate on purpose. Then I blamed Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened in shock.

“What?! You let me scold him for that! Why didn’t he say anything?” Y/N shrugged, stifling a laugh.

“You know how he is. He likes the attention, even if it’s you scolding him.”

Hongjoong groaned, shaking his head. “You’re terrible.” Y/N smiled innocently.

“We listen but don’t judge.”

Hongjoong took a deep breath before his next confession.

“When we celebrated our first anniversary, I told you I didn’t have time to make matching accessories because I was busy with the upcoming album… The truth is, I was afraid our relationship might not last, and I didn’t want to be stuck with a reminder if things ended.” Y/N’s mouth fell open.

“Wow. I didn’t see that coming.” She laughed to ease the awkwardness in Hongjoong’s. “We listen but don’t judge babe.”

It was Y/N’s turn again.

“Okey so, we listen but we don’t judge. Remember when you thought you lost one of your AirPods on the subway? I actually borrowed it, I accidentally dropped it on the street and broke it. Then I let you believe that you lost it because, well… you lose AirPods all the time anyway.”

“You… did what?!” Hongjoong’s expression was priceless—pure disbelief.

“We listen but we don’t judge.” Y/N giggled, patting his cheek.

Hongjoong exhaled heavily before his final confession.

“When I bought my car, I didn’t tell you for a month because I was scared you’d spill something and mess it up.” Y/N laughed hysterically, wiping tears from her eyes.

“We listen but we don’t judge.” She managed to say between giggles.

As their laughter subsided, Y/N asked.

“Should we keep going, or is this enough honesty for today?” Hongjoong shook his head, chuckling.

“I think I’ve had enough. This trend is fun, but also a little dangerous.”

They ended the recording and Hongjoong edited the video before posting it on the Ateez TikTok account.

As the TikTok video gained traction, the comment section became a mix of laughter and light-hearted teasing from fans.

@woosan_slay: "So it WASN’T Wooyoung who messed with the ice cream! Justice for Woo!"

@y/nandhongjoong: "Hongjoong being scared of Y/N spilling something in his car is peak relatable boyfriend energy."

@ateez_officialstan: "Y/N really said ‘we listen but don’t judge’ while dropping absolute bombs 😂"

Y/N leaned over Hongjoong’s shoulder, reading the comments and giggling.

“The fans love it! Look, this one says I’m your ‘chaotic muse.’” Hongjoong rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re definitely chaotic, that’s for sure.”

Just then, his phone buzzed with notifications from the group chat.

Jongho: "HYUNG! YOU OWE WOOYOUNG AN APOLOGY! 🫥"

Wooyoung: "I KNEW IT WASN’T ME! YOU OWE ME A DINNER! 🫵🏻😡"

Yeosang: "This is why I don’t eat communal desserts 😒"

Seonghwa: "This is what you get for doing TikTok trends, Joong."

Hongjoong sighed dramatically, tossing his phone onto the couch.

“They’re never going to let me live this down.” Y/N snorted, grabbing her own phone to reply in the group chat.

"Wooyoung, I’ll buy you ice cream to make up for it. But only if Hongjoong apologizes in person!"

Almost instantly, Wooyoung responded.

"Deal. Hyung, I expect tears in your apology."

Hongjoong groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"You’re too good at stirring up chaos.” Y/N leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his temple.

“It’s part of my charm. Besides, you love me for it.”

He looked up at her, his expression softening. “I do. But remind me to double-check your confessions before we do any more trends.”

Y/N smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The following week, all the Ateez members couldn’t stop bringing up the video during rehearsals.

“Hyung, did you really think Y/N would spill something in your car?” Yunho teased, handing Hongjoong a bottle of water.

Hongjoong shot him a look. “Yes. And I stand by it. You haven’t seen how she holds drinks while talking.”

Meanwhile, Wooyoung walked in with a smug grin. “So, hyung, about that apology?”

Hongjoong sighed, standing up and bowing dramatically.

“I’m sorry for blaming you for the ice cream incident, Woo.” Wooyoung crossed his arms, pretending to think.

“Hmm, I accept. But I’ll still take that dinner.”

As they all laughed, Y/N appeared with a tray of snacks.

“Peace offerings.” She said, placing them on the table.

“See? She’s chaotic, but she always makes up for it.” Hongjoong said, pulling Y/N close.

Y/N smiled sweetly, though her eyes glimmered with mischief.

“Just wait until I find the next trend.” Hongjoong groaned while the others burst into laughter.

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yokedtablet · 14 days ago

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don't hold back

first time posting Abby x reader so be nice! also trying to address the masc shortage (reader has a happy trail and boxers) (reader is slightly Ellie coded so do with that what you will) contents: Abby x masc!reader, college au, weed smoking, fluff, teasing, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), overstimulation, squirting wc: 1.5k

It starts as a lazy evening in her dorm—she’s promised to watch some dumbass movie with you for your film class. It’s in German, and very surrealist, and after half a joint shared between you, you no longer have a clue what it’s about.

And you don’t really mind, because time is slow and languid, and Abby is seated between your legs, absentmindedly massaging your ankle. Your fingers play at the edges of her scalp.

“Ugh, more of that.” She tips her head back against your shoulder, and when you giggle against her, she adds a grudging “please.”

So you massage her temples, finding the tension there, feeling it slowly release. Your fingers comb through her hair, which falls over her shoulders easily. Even just catching the side angle of her face in the TV glow, you’re struck by just how fucking pretty she is with her hair down. It’s actually a crime that you’d only ever seen her with a braid until your third week of dating.

You’re not paying attention to the movie anymore, just drifting, when you feel her squeeze your ankle tightly, whole hand wrapped around it, then release.

“Abs?”

She heaves a big sigh, then begins the awkward process of twisting herself around so she can face you. You could make this easier on her by unwrapping yourself, but you’d rather feel her squeezed tight, shifting against you.

Once she does, she pushes herself up on one arm so she’s hovering over you, her hair tickling your neck. You touch her cheek, brushing over that pale scar—thinking about all the times in class you’d seen that scar and wanted to brush a thumb over it—and wonder how you got so goddamn lucky.

She kisses you, long and deep, the weight of her body sinking into you until it’s almost too much. Almost crushing. You’ve never gotten used to this—how soft her lips are, the warmth of her wandering hands, how breathless she leaves you.

When she pulls away, she’s got a playful look on her face—something devilish in the undercurrent, and just a little shy.

“Can I?” Her fingertips dip under your shirt, making you shiver.

“Yeah,” you nod, holding back the fuck yes, finally, please.

Her hands move over your stomach, feeling the soft fuzz that she adores, then up, over your ribs. You shudder and shut your eyes, hips pressing up against her.

She watches you so carefully, studying the way you move and respond. A little smile curls the corner of her lips. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’s making mental notes to add to the very detailed sex diary she’s shared with you later.

She loves seeing you squirm like this, noticing the moment her touch turns from something lazy and gentle to something more heated.

Then her fingers are working at your belt. You’re already whining, and kicking yourself for falling apart so easily. But how can you not when Abby fucking Anderson is the one pulling your belt all the way out from under you so she can yank off your shorts, leaving you in just your boxers?

She settles between your legs, that same playful look on her face. She drags both her hands slowly up one of your thighs, under the fabric of your boxers, reaching the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, but going no further.

You kick your leg a little, trying to get more contact, but she’s got you pretty well leg-locked. And when she actually wants to use all that strength of hers, you’re pretty much fucked.

“Abby, c’mon. Don’t fuck with me,” you plead, trying desperately to sound like you’re not pleading.

“You don’t want me to fuck with you?” She laughs, low and hearty, hands still moving up your thigh. This time, her fingertips brush heat and wetness—just barely.

It’s enough to make you jerk forward, hips rolling.

She withdraws her hands, and you think you might actually lose your mind.

“Abby, what the fuck?”

“I mean, if you don’t want—”

“Yes, I do fucking want, baby. So bad. You’re literally—”

You don’t have time to finish that thought, because Abby’s mouth is on your crotch—wet heat enveloping you. She finds your clit easily through your boxers, toying it with her tongue, and all you can do is buck and whine against the firm pressure of her body.

“Fuck—!” If she keeps this up, you’re going to cum already, without even getting your underwear off. How fucking humiliating.

Abby knows this—so she tongues at you until you’re teetering over the edge, and then drags her teeth over you instead.

“Ab—!” You almost leap off the couch. It’s sharp and almost too much, and you can actually feel your clit pulsing between her teeth—but she just holds you like that until your orgasm retreats.

“I really hate you right now,” you pant through ragged breaths, muscles going slack.

“Let me be nice, then.” She lifts your hips easily, and slides your boxers off under them—in the process, hiking your knees over her shoulders like you weigh nothing. And there she is, breathing against your slick center, eyes never leaving yours.

You startle at the first brush of her thumb through your wetness, savoring a path from your entrance to your clit. She circles it, and you think you could probably cum right there—you jerk your hips—with just a few more—

“Easy,” she whispers, like she’s trying to calm a startled animal.

Then she slips a finger inside you.

Just one is thick enough to fill you, to make you clench around her helplessly.

“You’re so fucking wet, babe,” she says with hungry admiration.

“That’s—” you gasp out, “—your fault.”

And she laughs, a low vibration, as she takes your clit into her mouth.

You’re right there again. It’s fucking impossible not to be. No more teasing—her tongue flicks over your clit, suctioned between her lips, and her finger strokes you inside just where she knows you need it. Gentle at first, testing, and then harder, unrelenting.

Your body tenses, thighs already shaking. You climb and climb and then fucking nosedive into the most intense sensations you’ve ever felt.

She doesn’t stop. You cum and cum and then suddenly you’re on the other side of it, and everything is too bright and hot, and it’s way too much, and you whimper at her to slow down, please, you’ve had enough.

“Mm-mm,” she mumbles against you, which just makes it worse. Your thighs are clamping down on either side of her face when she presses a second finger into you.

“Fuck, Abs!” You bite down hard on the palm of your hand, needing something, anything, to anchor you against this new onslaught—fingers curling, abusing swollen tissue, taking you apart so easily.

Abby adjusts her angle, more upright, mouth finally leaving your clit with a wet pop. You think maybe she’ll let up, but this is even worse, because she presses down on your lower belly with her free hand, and her fingers inside you start to thrum like she’s starting a fire.

“Abby-abby-pleaseIcan’t—” You curl against her, body quaking, a pressure building that’s so vivid it almost hurts.

“Yes, you can.” The veins of her arm stand out against her skin, and her freckled forehead is slicked with sweat. This is what she trains for—being able to fuck you without ever slowing down. She doesn’t stop until that pressure reaches just below the surface, and your eyes shoot wide. You grip her bicep, half to stop her, half because she absolutely cannot stop right now.

“Yes,” she says, demands. “Let it go.” And then you’re rushing, spilling warmth into her palm while she keeps going, and you literally couldn’t stop even if you tried—crying and gushing and probably leaving a permanent stain on her couch.

The second orgasm comes moments later, this time a firecracker behind your eyes that makes you blind and dumb for three literal minutes. All you can do is ride through the slowing rhythm of her fingers, clenching and unclenching around them, until she finally slides out.

Through it all, her touch never leaves you. Her hands soothe over your thighs, your stomach, spreading wetness—and you don’t even care. You could not be less bothered to care.

When her forearm brushes your clit, you cringe like you’ve been punched, body bracing. Abby just presses a kiss into your ribs, laughing slightly. “Sorry, baby. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

It takes several minutes before you can speak again, longer before you can form a coherent thought. Abby rests against your side, heavy arm draped over you, both of you sticky with sweat and breathing heavily.

“I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you just did to me, but if you ever do that again—”

She’s got your fingertips in her hand, kissing them individually—”you can pay me back for it later.”

You will. And you definitely, definitely, want her to do it again.

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tags: @smellslike-updyke @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @cinnamonstrr @elliemulate @gardengnosticator @arabellyn @lovergirl-co @winestainedwhiskers (reply if you want me to tag you next time!)

#while i love sub abby #abby has thick ass fingers #and it would be a shame not to put them to use #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby x you #abby x masc reader #my writing #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you

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zeltqz · 1 year ago

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call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working.

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off.

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired.

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom.

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem.

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice.

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said.

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.”

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev #haitani ran smut #ran smut #ran haitani smut

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httpsserene · 3 months ago

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Heyyy, I just found your tumblr and I'm completely obsessed with your writing. Could you write something for Lance Stroll with a Latina reader who isn't rich at all, but they both love each other and have been in a relationship for a while. It could be with the established relationship prompt 13, 18, and 19. Thank you so much.

🛞 tread’s uneven: time for a tire rotation! — send me a driver and a prompt from this list of pre-relationship prompts, or these established relationship prompts, or these hurt/comfort prompts, and i’ll write a blurb or drabble for you xxx (prompt lists are made by me!)

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. unrelated but, did i imagine carlos mentioning that he was a fan of the marias in one of the old mclaren yt videos? because, i've been listenting to the band religiously for the past two nights while i've been writing and i'm soooo mad that i didn't listen to them sooner :( happy 3k 🩷 babes, xo !

⌕ 3k v-day celly nav | all 3k requests | main nav | table of contents ↻

#𝟏𝟑. "can i kiss you?" "you know you don't have to ask me anymore, right?" #𝟏𝟖. telling their family that they think they're going to marry you. #𝟏𝟗. staring at your lips when you talk. fem!latina!reader x lance stroll.

lance fell in love with you when he was ten years old.

you followed your brother to all of his karting races, and lance would always ask if you wanted to pass around a football with him before the sessions began. he was distraught when your brother told him that he wasn’t going to be racing next year because of the cost—and, lance knew that meant he wasn’t going to see you again.

he didn’t get to say goodbye, but that didn’t mean he was going to forget you.

every passing year, lance sleuthed through your brother’s social media platforms to see if you had interacted or been tagged on one of his posts. he was fourteen when you made an account. he was seventeen when you finally accepted his follow request.

lance waited a few days before liking three of your posts and commenting on the most recent one with a classic response to test the waters, “😍😍😍.” it was another day before you replied with a sequence of emoji’s that let him knew he still had a chance, “😳☺️🤭.”

his opportunity to reach out came when you posted a photo of yourself studying in a coffee shop with the location tagged—you were in quebec.

lance laughed to himself in the hotel lobby in some european country. you may have never returned to the karting tracks, but you still lived in quebec—all this time, you were closer than he thought.

he liked the story and sent you a dm. he kept it simple: “i think you owe me a couple of football matches when i’m back home?”

one year later, the two of you were happily dating. now, many years later, he’s supposed to be paying attention to what you’re telling him about chloe’s wedding rehearsal later tonight but he’s forgotten to listen as he watches your lips move around consonants and vowels.

“your sister is freaking out about the flower arrangements and the wedding planner has no sense of urgency! ¡ninguina!” he watches you giggle hysterically for a beat before you continue venting, “as a bridesmaid, i’m allowed to beat her ass right—”

“—can i kiss you?” lance interrupts.

he watches your annoyance evaporate the moment you process his question, your tightly wound shoulders relaxing along with your expression. you lean forward and lance meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours and holding you there with his fingers lightly grasping your chin.

the two of you pull away after a few moments and lance presses his lips together, savoring the taste of you and the tingle of your lip gloss.

“stop distracting me,” you slap his chest, narrowing your eyes at him warningly before turning your harsh gaze to scan over the room, “no me impedirá luchar contra ella…”

he sighs dreamily as he watches you stomp away to beat chloe’s wedding planner into submission, your dress billowing in the wind beautifully. lance jumps at the sound of his dad’s deep laughter, startling as the man claps his hand on his shoulder heartily.

“what?” lance questions, and finds himself genuinely confused as his dad’s only response is a shake of his head as he continues chuckling.

chloe appears on his other side, an amused smirk on her face as she looks up at him, “he’s laughing at how completely gone you are for her.”

“whatever,” lance scoffs, his cheeks redding at the ribbing even though he feigns indifference about it, “shouldn’t you stop her from killing your wedding planner? and!—you’re the one getting married this weekend, you can’t say shit to me about how ‘gone’ i look.”

“she’s my maid of honor. it’s her job to kill my wedding planner,” his sister giggles, “but, how do you manage to look more ‘in love’ than the couple who’s about to tie the knot?”

“because,” lance tugs at the strand of hair that was artfully left out of her intricate updo, a true little brother action, and dodges the punch she throws out in response (what is with the women in his life trying to assault him?), “i’m going to be marrying her one day in the future, hopefully sooner than later.”

“you’ve been looking at her like that for the entire seven years you’ve been together. only god knows why you haven’t made her an official member of the family yet,” his dad huffs out over his glass of champagne, “...you’re disappointing me.”

ignoring their dad, chloe squints at lance, “just don’t propose during my reception—that’s corny, and my sister-in-law deserves something better than that.”

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 x latina!reader #f1 x poc!reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x latina!reader #lance stroll x poc!reader #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll fic #lance stroll x you #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #⋆⭒˚｡⋆. series special: formula 1 #♡ ༘*.ﾟ love interest: ls.#httpss :// 3k vday celly.

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sincerelybubbles · 5 months ago

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a. hotchner x reader - crawling through your window

i saw someone post about their fav crawling through a window in the rain and the long-form spencer fic is rotting my brain so enjoy hotch crawling through your window <3

i don't think there are any warnings, lmk if that's wrong. also, not proof read, I am back to my usual bullshit

The knock on your door was probably easy to miss. You wouldn’t know, though, because you didn’t hear it.

You were in the kitchen, hunched over the counter, forehead pressed to the cool marble as you debated whether or not another cup of coffee would actually be helpful at this point or just make the buzzing in your head worse. The case had been brutal. Messy, exhausting, the kind that left shadows under everyone’s eyes and an ache in your bones that no amount of stretching could shake.

Nausea builds deep in your navel, a resounding sign that you need to go to sleep, and soon.

You had ignored your phone when it rang earlier. The thought of answering it, of extending your exhaustion into another conversation, had felt impossible. And now, lost in your haze of weariness, you missed the second attempt at contact.

It wasn’t until the faintest creak from somewhere inside your apartment—somewhere that shouldn’t have been occupied—reached your ears that you felt the first tendrils of alarm coil around your spine.

You straightened, heart picking up speed, blood surging in your veins as your mind catalogued the possible explanations. The locked door. The windows—

Your bedroom window had been cracked open to let the storm air in earlier.

And now, standing in the dim light of your apartment, soaked from head to toe, rainwater dripping onto your floor, stood Aaron Hotchner.

Your mouth opened, words tangling, tripping over each other, before settling on a very eloquent:

“What the—Aaron?”

His expression didn’t change. If anything, the faintest flicker of exasperation crossed his features, a barely-there pinch between his brows.

“The door was locked.”

A beat of silence.

You blinked.

“I—” You shook your head, taking a step back like that might help you process this. “Are you breaking into my apartment?”

He sighed, heavy, dripping water like a crime scene in your doorway. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

“…So you climbed through my window?”

“I took the fire escape.”

“Oh, well, that’s so much better.”

You stared at him, stunned, watching the way his soaked dress shirt clung to his arms, how his tie was askew, his hair darkened and sticking to his forehead from the rain. His jacket was nowhere to be seen, and he was standing there, entirely unbothered by the fact that he had just climbed into your apartment in the middle of a downpour like some kind of brooding, law-abiding criminal.

The absurdity of the situation was just shy of sending you into a laughing fit. Instead, you rubbed your hands down your face, exhausted in a way that felt almost separate from the case now.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shaking your head as you finally moved, stepping around him to grab a towel from the hall closet.

When you turned back, he was still watching you, carefully, the way he always did—assessing, reading, cataloguing your reaction. The way you hadn’t been answering your phone. The way you were still drained, that bone-deep exhaustion sitting behind your eyes.

Aaron never failed to make you feel seen - for better or for worse. With your messy hair, smeared makeup, and stained sweats, you're not sure how you feel about the in-depth examination your boyfriend is currently giving you.

Aaron would never do anything to make you feel even remotely uncomfortable or ugly but self-consciousness creeps through you, anyway.

You shoved the towel at him.

“You’re actually insane,” you informed him.

He took it, finally moving to scrub some of the rain from his face and hair. “And you should answer your phone. You know, before I feel the need to crawl through your third-story apartment window to check on you.”

"You can just say you miss me, you know." Teasing him is easier with your back to him, planning on warming him up some tea - coffee was out of the question now that he's here, there's no chance he's letting you caffeinate yourself further.

"I missed you," Aaron says, arms snaking around your waist and nose settling in the curve where your shoulder and neck meet. "And I was worried. And I wanted to ask if I could spend the night before we're thrown back into work tomorrow. Is that wrong?"

Fluttering at the base of your stomach erupts instantly at the tone of his deep voice, tone open, honest, and raw.

"Someone's tired," you say, voice soft, hands reaching up to grasp at his forearms. It's not that Aaron isn't affectionate, far from it, but he usually goads into your teasing, resisting for the fun of the give and take. Instead, he's leaning his weight on you, breathing in your scent heavily.

He also climbed through your window to see you. There's that, too.

"Exhausted. And wet. And now so are you." With a flex you can feel through his soaked dress shirt, Aaron lifts you easily and begins walking backward into your room. "I think that means I'm entitled to a shower."

"Aaron!" You giggle out, leaning back against him in lieu of fighting. Your incredibly loving, handsome, and usually-stern boyfriend is carrying you to the shower - who are you to complain?

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castielscaplan · 1 month ago

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Seventy Percent (Castiel)

Summary: Castiel feels a warmth he must share with you.

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 906

Read on ao3!

Prompt: "I am approximately 70% asleep right now, and you are interrupting my process." used from this list

The bunker was finally quiet.

The hunt had been long, ugly, and covered in mud. You’d helped gank a banshee, stitched up Dean’s shoulder, convinced a witness not to call the cops, and barely escaped a shower of broken glass. The post-hunt adrenaline had long since burned off, and by the time you finished the last load of laundry, your body ached in places you didn’t even know could ache.

All you wanted was to be horizontal.

Your bed welcomed you like an old friend, and the cool sheets pulled you into a soft, gentle embrace. You’d just sunk into that perfect sweet spot between wakefulness and unconsciousness—the mythical 70% zone—when:

FWUMP.

The unmistakable sound of wings filled the room. A breeze brushed your cheek, and the air shifted.

You didn’t even open your eyes. “Castiel…”

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” came his deep, even voice from far too close to your face. “But this is important.”

You groaned. “Cas. My guy. My ancient celestial being.” You turned your face into the pillow. “I am approximately 70% asleep right now, and you are interrupting my process.”

A pause. “What process?”

You finally lifted your head just enough to glare blearily at him. He was perched on the edge of your bed like a confused gargoyle, trench coat still buttoned up, hands folded in his lap.

“The process of falling asleep,” you mumbled. “It’s delicate. It’s sacred. And you’re stomping around in it like a moose.”

He blinked, unoffended. “I see.”

You dropped your head again, sighing. “Okay. You have one minute. What’s so urgent?”

Castiel shifted slightly on the bed, clearly troubled. “There is a sensation in my chest.”

You blinked, then slowly raised your head again. “…Is it a heart attack? Because if it’s a heart attack, I need more than a minute.”

“No. I don’t believe I’m dying.” He placed a hand flat over his heart. “It feels like… fluttering. But also heavy. I observed it happening when I looked at you earlier. You were asleep on the library couch, and I found myself...unable to leave.”

Your sleepy brain tried to catch up. “You watched me sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Cas…”

“I didn’t stare,” he added quickly. “I just… stayed. In case something tried to harm you.”

Your tired heart melted just a little. “Okay, well. That’s kinda sweet. But why are you here now?”

He tilted his head. “Dean says the sensation may be affection. Or possibly indigestion.”

You laughed, curling into your blanket. “It’s not indigestion. Sounds like a crush, Cas.”

“A crush?” he echoed.

“A crush,” you said, yawning. “Or maybe more. You feel safe when I’m around, yeah?”

He nodded.

“And you care what happens to me?”

His expression softened. “Very much.”

“Then congrats. You’re in love.”

Castiel sat with that for a long moment, then blinked slowly. “Oh.”

You grinned into your pillow. “Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

“Would you like me to leave?” he asked carefully. “I’ve disturbed your sleep process.”

You reached out a hand without even opening your eyes. “No. Come here.”

He hesitated for half a second, then stood and peeled off the trench coat with almost reverent slowness before climbing under the covers beside you.

You immediately tucked yourself into his side, head on his chest, hand fisting the soft fabric of his henley. He was warm—not exactly body heat, but some kind of internal grace-temperature—and solid. Safe.

“This is nice,” he said, sounding slightly stunned.

“You’re nice,” you murmured. “But I swear, Cas, if you start glowing or angel-radioing while I’m asleep…”

“I won’t,” he said solemnly.

And just as you were drifting again, 80% there, the door creaked open.

Dean stood in the doorway in flannel pajama pants and a ratty Zeppelin tee, hair rumpled. He froze like a man who’d just walked in on something sacred and illegal.

Castiel didn’t move. He merely looked over at Dean and said, “She invited me into the bed.”

Dean opened his mouth. Closed it. Raised a finger. Lowered it.

“…Okay, that’s… cool,” he said finally. “Just, uh. Keep the angelic mojo at PG levels, alright? This ain’t a Harlequin novel.”

“Dean,” you mumbled without opening your eyes, “if you say one more word, I’m getting Sam and telling him you sleep with a teddy bear named Zeppelin.”

Dean scowled. “You’re evil.”

“Goodnight.”

He muttered something about ‘damn cosmic beings stealing all the women’ before slinking back into the hallway.

Five minutes later, you heard another knock.

“Cas?” Sam’s voice called softly. “Dean said you’re in bed with Y/N. Is that… real?”

Castiel didn’t miss a beat. “It is. I am currently participating in a ‘sleepover cuddle scenario.’”

There was a brief silence.

“…Good for you, man,” Sam said, and you could hear the genuine warmth in his voice. “She deserves someone who’ll protect her like that.”

Castiel looked down at you, just as you murmured, “You hear that, angel boy? Even Sam ships us.”

He smiled, the expression soft and full of wonder. “Then I am most fortunate.”

You yawned and melted further into his arms. “Next time though… maybe declare your eternal love after I get to 100% asleep, okay?”

“I will take that into consideration,” he whispered, then pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

And this time, you slipped past 70%, past 100%, into perfect sleep—with an angel wrapped around you like the safest blanket in the world.

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bernardsbendystraws · 6 months ago

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Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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06: A Little Blurry...

Matt’s arms swarmed around me, the heat between our bodies under the covers making me feel like a puddle of comfort. Stripes of light peeking through the blinds made the calm aura only grow, my skin feeling as soft as ever as I feel his fingers start to twindle hazily on my bare lower stomach.

The more and more conscious thoughts that seeped in, the more my bones started to vibrate under my skin. What did I do? Did that really happen? Did I…did I cheat on my boyfriend?

“Morning, dollface.” His hum is spoken with a gruff voice. As my senses start to wake with panic, I let myself feel the dry warmth between our bodies. Was it all just a dream? Is that still cheating?

“Um…morning,” I sigh, chaotic thoughts starting to calm as I let my body melt back into his embrace.

If it was just a dream, I wouldn’t feel like this. It’s definitely still cheating. This can’t be okay - I just cheated on someone. Fuck.

Matt seems to notice my anxious energy. “Are you okay? Did you not sleep good?” he asks, peering over my shoulder to look down at my face.

But I just can’t look at him.

“I need to go. I…I need to go now.”

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Awkward and tense silence had infiltrated our normal relaxing drives as Matt dropped me off at my apartment. I couldn’t bring myself to explain, the mere thought of even saying such a thing out loud made me nauseous, it made my skin shrivel with disgust.

I’m a cheater.

The one thing I never thought I’d say, the one thing that a younger version of me would be crushed to hear.

He had told me to call him when I was ready to talk. But, what was there to talk about? I couldn’t even look at him without seeing the vicious guilt that poured down over my body like acid. It burned to know how utterly fucked I was - how my own stupidity had led to a mountain of grief and shame to deal with.

I find myself clicking away at my phone until I reach her contact, tapping on the call button and bringing the phone up to my ear as I anxiously run my hand through my hair. “Hello?” Manon answers. My mouth opens and shuts, words stuck on the edge of my tongue as I feel my chest collapse harder and harder.

“Could - could you, um,” the panic overrides my senses, words seeming harder to pull together as I let my fingers grip harder at my scalp. It hurts but at least I can feel it. And maybe I deserve the hurt too.

“Are you okay? Hey,” she soothes, the jingling of keys projecting through the call as I hear her shuffle around, “-’m on my way. Take deep breaths, c’mon,”

It’s like I can barely hear her. The urgency blasting about guilt and making decisions - it’s all too much.

“-talked to…hello?”

“I…can’t focus, I’m just - just - just panicking and I,” a cry fumbles from my lips as I clutch onto the thick fabric of the hoodie laying on my chest, almost as if I could try to claw the feeling out.

“Breathe, I will be there soon, ke…”

It’s like she just disappears. The subtle melody of her voice is heard, but no words are being processed in my brain - only guilt.

I cheated on someone.

I’m a cheater.

I didn’t even deserve to be upset, but here I was, crumbling to the floor as I gripped onto Matt’s hoodie covering my body, the soft material starting to feel like a brutal exfoliant, only emphasizing that rotten disappointment echoing through my mind.

Even imaging the look on Hayden’s face felt like death. Knowing that every time I’d look in the mirror, I’d be repulsed.

And…knowing that I would never be able to look at Matt the same.

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comically-callous · 10 months ago

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I'd like to request ROUGH Logan and reader with healing power the same as his, so scratching, slappingg and squeezing anything harshly is okay

Baby’s first time posting smut. I’M SCARED….

Logan Howlett x fem!reader with regenerative healing

Warnings 🚨: Smut, enemies to lovers kinda, reader and Logan have a screaming match, reader and Logan get rough with each other, biting, scratching, etc. car sex, implied age gap for like one sentence, unprotected p in v sex, that’s it I think. Tell me if I missed anything.

A/n: y’all I am too nervous about posting this. It took me a while to write, but I’m happy with how it turned out. Requests are open!!

Logan thought of himself as one of the key assets to the X-Men. Adamantium claws and regenerative healing were nearly an unbeatable combination against anyone. He prided himself on that, and that’s why he didn’t like you. When you joined the X-Men with regenerative abilities that very much mirrored his, it made Logan feel less special, almost weaker in a way. He’d never admit it. That would only make him feel even more weak. He was a grown man, for Christ’s sake. Why was he upset over something so trivial? He never thought on it for too long, and just continued to loathe you.

Well, tried to, at least. After the first few weeks of you being on the team and living in the mansion, his dislike for you began to be accompanied by something else, something he refused to acknowledge. But, he could feel it. Anytime your bodies got close, anytime his eyes lingered on your figure for a moment too long and his thoughts shifted from negative ones to ones of desire.

It only made him dislike you more.

The world always seemed to work against him and his conflicting feelings for you, forcing him to spend time with you, to be close to you, and this time was no different.

Logan tried to completely ignore the fact that you were in his van with him. Charles had made this a habit, pairing him with you for missions, forcing the two of you into close proximity. It pissed you off. Didn’t he know that Logan hated you? Sure, you guys were supposed to be on a team where you worked together. But, that didn’t mean you had to like each other.

You distracted yourself with a lighter that you’d found, flicking the cap open and watching the flame dance before closing the lid and repeating the process.

“Put that down”. Logan said after the first couple flicks of the cap.

“Why?” You asked.

“Cause it’s mine, and I told you to.” Logan said, suddenly taking the lighter from your hands.

You scoffed. “Alright, sorry.” You crossed your arms and shifted away, turning to look out the window at the thick forest the van was parked in. You were only able to sit in silence for a few minutes before your overwhelming boredom made you speak again. “Where are they?”

Logan huffed. Why couldn’t you just be easy to deal with? “You think I know?”

A stake out was essentially what the two of you had been sent out to do. But, the people you were looking for were nowhere to be seen and it’d nearly been an hour since they were supposed to arrive.

“I’m getting bored.” You complained.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Logan seemed to be getting more agitated by the second.

“I didn’t ask you to do anything. I’m just saying I’m bored. This is boring.”

“Be bored in silence. Please.” He gritted out.

You sighed. “Or we could talk without arguing for once.”

“Not happening.”

God dammit, he was impossible. It was like every time you tried to lower the barrier that had formed between the two of you, it only got higher. You had to bite back a groan of frustration.

“Did I do something?” You finally asked, gathering the nerve to ask the question that had been on your mind for a while now. “Like, something to make you not like me?”

“Yeah, you joined the team.”

You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. “You’re such an asshole.” You mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Logan perked up a bit and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re an asshole, Logan.” You repeated. You didn’t care about how nice, or, cool, or calm and collected you sounded anymore. If he didn’t try to be civil, then why should you? “I’m fine with you not liking me. Honestly, I don’t care. But, it’s the fact that you make sure I know you don’t like me. You’re a fucking jerk, Logan!”

Logan’s eyes trailed over your body, gaze filled with judgement. “You’re not exactly a saint yourself, sweetheart.”

You scoffed. “Really? What have I ever done to you? How did I hurt you? Please, enlighten me. Tell me what I did that was so wrong, so that we can-“

“Why does it matter so much to you?!” He snapped.

“Don’t interrupt me, you asshole!”

The two of you began to scream at one another, voices getting louder and louder in an attempt to drown out the other’s, until the both of you finally ran out of the strength to continue, left in only the sounds of one another’s heavy breathing.

“Would you please just tell me….” You were still trying to catch your breath and had to pause. “Just tell me what I did that made you hate me? Please.”

Logan took a long pause and looked at you like he was searching for something. He finally spoke. “I don’t have to tell you any-“

“God dammit, Logan!” You grabbed him and practically pulled him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”

Logan didn’t respond, his eyes widened slightly at the sudden display of strength and his eyes flickered across your face. His expression was one you’d never seen on him before (let alone directed toward you). For once it wasn’t anger, or annoyance, or hatred (though, you could still see remnants of all of that etched into the crevices on his face); it was something softer.

You thought you were making things up, and for a long moment the two of you just stared at one another, both searching for something.

You were the first to break the silence.

“Logan, what’s the matter with you?”

He peeled his eyes away from you, seeming to try and harden his gaze again. “Don’t know….. You just-“ He huffed. “I just have…. Conflicting feelings about you, alright?” He said the words quickly as if maybe that way you wouldn’t hear them.

“Conflicting feelings?” You repeated. “Care to elaborate?”

He looked at you for another moment, gaze falling to your lips, instinctively your tongue darted out and wet your lips.

That’s when he dove forward and his lips crashed into yours. It was thrilling, rough, passionate, fiery. Everything you’d expect from a kiss with him. Logan groaned into the kiss, hands going to grip at your waist as yours tangled into his hair. He tried to get closer, grunting in frustration when the center console got in the way. Breaking the kiss for only a moment, he put his seat back. You quickly caught on and crawled over the center console, settling into his lap where Logan started kissing you again.

His large hands had a firm grip on your hips and he began to guide them, making you grind against his hardening cock. You broke the kiss, tilting your head back slightly as you let out a soft moan, and Logan took the opportunity to begin kissing your neck. One of his hands came up to the back of your head, tugging on your hair to make you tilt your head back more, giving him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. You continued to move your hips against his while he kissed your neck, the soft moans and grunts coming from the two of you filling the car. You felt his teeth nip at your skin, he felt your nails dig into his shoulders; and the both of you seemed to simultaneously realize (though, it was impossible) how badly you wanted to leave marks on the other.

After that realization, it was like a switch had flipped and the both of you were now showing no hesitation in your rougher movements.

It only took a few more minutes before Logan lost his patience and pulled away only to practically growl the words “Get in the back.” And a moment later, the two of you had moved into the backseat of the van. From there, the two of you hardly wasted anymore time with foreplay. You tugged Logan’s shirt off of him and ran your hands over his now bare torso while Logan pushed your shirt and bra over your chest, taking a moment to squeeze and then slap one of your tits before practically tearing your pants off of your body. You fumbled with the button of his jeans and pulled his fly down and then Logan pulled his length out of his pants.

Fuck, his cock looked perfect.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he slid into your already wet cunt. He groaned into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening as you cried his name.

The absurdity of this situation hadn’t sunk in yet. It hadn’t fully clicked for either of you, the strangeness of it all. But, as Logan began rutting into you in a pace so fast and desperate you’d think he’d been wanting this for years, you found yourself really not caring about how odd it was.

His breath was heavy against your hot skin as his hips kept up their rough, fast pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders and raked across the expanse of his back, leaving marks that immediately healed over.

“Feels so fucking good—“ He groaned. “Too fucking good.” His voice broke off into what almost sounded like a whimper.

You could hardly manage out any words, only hushed curses and cries of his name. Other than that, you could only moan helplessly.

Logan moved his head so that he could see your face. “Look at me, baby.” He said as one of his large hands moved to grab your jaw. “Fuck- I’ve wanted this for so long….” He shuddered and moved his grip from your jaw to your hair. “You know how many times—“ He groaned. “I’ve wanted to shut that pretty mouth up, wanted to bend you over and-“ He cut himself off with a shuddering moan. “Fuck, baby….” His head fell back into the crook of your neck as he panted. “M’gonna cum….”

You could only nod your head in response, a string of pleas and curses falling from your lips as your nails dug into his back. You weren’t far behind.

It only took a couple more thrusts from Logan for you to reach your climax. You threw your head back, crying out as your back arched. Logan gripped your hair to keep your head tilted back and he bit down on your shoulder. His thrusts became more sloppy, his breathing more labored. The moan he let out when he came was muffled by your skin.

For a moment, the car was only filled with the sounds of the both of you panting. When Logan pulled out, he practically collapsed on top of you with a deep sigh.

You chuckled breathlessly. “You alright, old man?”

Logan huffed, shooting you a glare. “Shut it, brat.”

For a moment you did go silent, catching your breath before speaking again. “How long have you wanted to do that?” You asked.

“Too long.” He replied gruffly. “Should’ve done something about it sooner.”

“Yeah?” You smiled. “Got a lot of time to make up for, huh?”

“Careful, doll.”

“Or what?” You asked. “Show me what you’ll do.”

And so he did.

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