#going to queue this and scoot!

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

The movie marathon had stretched late into the night. You were sprawled on top of Xavier, your head resting on his chest as the TV cast flickering light across the darkened room. His steady heartbeat had almost lulled you to sleep when you felt his hand shift slightly beneath you.

Smack!

The unexpected slap to your ass made you jolt upright, nearly headbutting his chin in the process.

“Did you forget about earlier?” he asked.

You laughed, settling back against him. “I thought you might have fallen asleep and forgotten.”

“I didn’t,” he replied simply, his hand returning to your backside. This time, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his fingers kneading the spot he’d just slapped. The tender motion contrasted with the playful smack from moments before.

He pulled you closer, adjusting your position against him until you were both comfortable again. The credits rolled on the forgotten movie as his fingers continued their gentle massage, his calm breathing eventually synchronizing with yours as you both drifted toward sleep.

As the auto-play feature started the next film in the queue, his free hand reached for the remote, lowering the volume to a soft background murmur. His other hand never left your backside, alternating between gentle squeezes and soothing circular motions that made you melt further against him.

“Your heartbeat speeds up when I touch you like this,” he observed quietly, the subtle change in his tone betraying his satisfaction at the reaction.

You mumbled something incoherent against his chest, too comfortable to form proper words. He shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting your weight to better accommodate his frame, his hand continuing its ministrations with practiced ease.

“We should sleep,” he suggested, though his actions contradicted his words as his fingers traced the curve where your ass met your thigh. “Or would you prefer to continue this instead?”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Midnight had come and gone, but sleep remained elusive. It’s another day of Zayne had just returned from his grueling shift at the hospital, his tie loosened and suit jacket discarded as he prepared for bed.

“I need at least six hours of sleep before my morning consultation,” he muttered, setting his alarm.

You poked his side, deliberately disrupting his bedtime routine. “But I’m not tired,” you whined playfully, stealing his pillow and hugging it to your chest.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Return my pillow.”

“Make me,” you challenged with a grin, scooting away.

In one swift motion, he reclaimed his pillow with one hand, while the other delivered a firm smack to your pajama-clad backside.

Smack!

“That’s for being bratty when you know I need rest.” The sting lingered pleasantly as he settled beside you, drawing you against his chest despite your earlier antics.

“Sleep,” he instructed, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I’ll have time for your games tomorrow.”

His breathing soon steadied into the rhythm of sleep, while you remained awake just a little longer, savoring the unexpected gesture from him. Despite his stated exhaustion, his hand remained active, tracing absent patterns along your hip.

He murmured against your hair, seemingly not as close to sleep as you’d thought, “You just have to be difficult before going to sleep.”

You shifted to look at his face, finding his eyes still open. “Someone has to remind the great doctor he’s human,” you replied softly.

His fingers tightened slightly on your hip. “Tomorrow,” he promised, voice dropping to a whisper that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, “I’ll show you exactly how human I can be. Now sleep before I administer more persuasive methods.”

The implied threat only made you smile as you finally closed your eyes, lulled by his steady heartbeat.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

“Turn around again,” Rafayel instructed, his eyes focused intently as you modeled the fifth dress he’d purchased for his upcoming exhibition. The silky fabric whispered against your skin as you obliged, turning slowly to give him the full view.

“Perfect,” he murmured, approaching to adjust the way the material draped across your shoulders. “This shade of green complements your skin tone exactly as I imagined.”

As you moved to reach for the next outfit, his hand descended without warning.

Smack!

The slap against your ass echoed in the spacious bedroom, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

“Rafayel!” you exclaimed, spinning around to face him.

He grinned. “I couldn’t resist, cutie. You look really good with the dress on.”

Your initial surprise melted as he pulled you close, his hands wandering dangerously near the spot he’d just slapped.

“The red dress next,” he whispered against your ear, releasing you with obvious reluctance. “Though I’m starting to think my favorite masterpiece isn’t hanging in any gallery.”

He retreated to his chaise lounge, watching appreciatively as you reached for the next dress, the memory of his touch still warming your skin.

“Wait,” he called suddenly. “Do that again—the way you just moved. Hold that position.”

You froze mid-reach, throwing a questioning glance over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” he breathed, grabbing the sketchbook that never seemed to be far from his reach. “The light catches your profile exactly right from this angle.”

You maintained the pose, feeling the spot where he’d slapped you still tingling pleasantly as he sketched, occasionally looking up to capture another detail.

“You know,” he said between strokes of his pencil, “I think I’ve just found the centerpiece for my exhibition.”

“A drawing of my ass?” you asked incredulously.

His laughter filled the room. “No, cutie—though that would certainly draw crowds. I’m thinking of something much more...personal. Now, try on the red dress, but move slowly. Every line of you deserves proper attention.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Rain pattered against the windows of Sylus’s room as you lay on your stomach, engrossed in the latest episode of your favorite show on your tablet. Completely absorbed in the climactic scene, you didn’t notice his approach until it was too late.

Smack!

The sudden, sharp slap to your ass sent your tablet flying from your hands. You yelped in surprise, rolling over to find Sylus standing over you, that infuriating half-smile playing on his lips.

“You look focused, sweetie,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just scared you half to death.

You glared up at him. “I was watching the season finale!”

“And now you’re watching me instead,” he replied, retrieving your tablet from where it had landed on the carpet. He handed it back to you, his fingers lingering against yours. “A considerable upgrade, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could respond with the retort forming on your lips, he leaned down, his voice dropping to that low timbre that always made your pulse quicken. “Consider us even. For now.”

He then left you to return to your show—though your focus was thoroughly shattered.

You returned to your previous position. Just as the plot was reaching its climax again, the bed dipped beside you. He had returned, two glasses of wine in hand, offering one to you.

He settled next to you, positioning himself so he could see your tablet screen, his thigh pressing against yours as if nothing unusual had happened between you moments ago. His free hand casually draped across your lower back, dangerously close to where he’d landed the mischievous slap, his fingers casually tapping your ass.

“So,” he said, sipping his wine and gesturing toward your tablet with his glass, “who’s the traitor? The brother or the assistant?”

You blinked in surprise. “You’ve been watching this show?”

His half-smile returned as he made himself more comfortable beside you. “I have my reasons for staying informed about your interests. Now, shall we finish this finale together?”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

Steam filled the kitchen as you stirred the pasta sauce, following Caleb’s recipe while he chopped vegetables nearby. The domesticity of the moment wrapped around you like a warm blanket, comfortable and familiar.

“Can you pass the oregano?” you asked, gesturing toward the spice rack.

“Sure thing,” he replied, stepping behind you to reach for the herb.

As his hand extended past you toward the rack, his other hand made its move.

Smack!

The slap to your backside was anything but gentle, causing you to drop the wooden spoon into the sauce. Before you could react, he dissolved into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Your face!” he managed between chuckles, handing you the oregano as promised. “I’ve been waiting all day for the perfect moment.”

“Caleb! You—” You shook your head as you accepted the spice—and the fate of your ass. “Was it worth the wait?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before returning to his chopping board. “Dinner might be worth the wait, if you don’t let that sauce burn.”

You turned back to the stove as his laughter continued to fill the warm kitchen.

His laughter gradually subsided, but the atmosphere remained light as you both continued preparing dinner. Every time he passed behind you to reach for another ingredient or utensil, you tensed slightly in anticipation, unsure if another playful slap might be coming.

“Relax,” he teased, noticing your reaction. “I already got my revenge. Unless...” he paused dramatically, “you’re hoping for an encore?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress your smile. “Just focus on those vegetables before I decide it’s my turn for revenge.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with an exaggerated salute, his grin never faltering. He resumed his chopping, occasionally humming a cheerful tune that matched his buoyant mood.

Smack!

“Just for fun, Pipsqueak,” he grinned unapologetically.

Okay… so… I kinda accidentally deleted the whole page of my Google Docs when I reached Sylus’s part, and I was just sitting there, like—😀💔 So, I had to write everything all over again in a bad mood 😭 I hope you still enjoy reading! ಡ⁠͜⁠⁠ʖ⁠⁠ಡ

[lnfours]

* ✰. — birds of a feather | l.n

summary: i’ll love you til the day that i die.

warnings: the result of the new billie eilish album being on repeat and me having this song stuck in my head, so this was born. fluff, fluff and more fluff bc i said so. slowly getting my creative juices back, so bear with me.

masterlist | soundtrack

you hadn’t been looking for anything when you had met lando. a freshly graduated student who finally had time to find interest in their personal life, rather then spend their time consumed with textbooks in front of them, trying to navigate your way through the chaotic mess of life.

but the moment the curly haired brit bumped into you in the paddock, sending your notes and fresh cup of coffee all over you and the ground, you were doomed. falling head first into the comforting chaos that was lando norris.

and you thanked your stars every morning when you woke up that you had been running late that day, or else you would’ve never met the sleeping boy next to you. wouldn’t have ever gotten the chance to get to know the sought after driver with a big heart and who loves with his whole soul.

you smiled to yourself, sitting in the bed and taking in the way he slept peacefully, not aware how pretty he looked in the morning sun as it peaked in through your blinds. his cheek pressed against the pillow, his lips slightly parted as he slept.

you couldn’t help but reach out and brush the stray curl away from his face, smiling softly as he stirred in his sleep at your touch. your silent way to keep going, your nails scratching at his scalp gently. a soft hum came from him, followed by the gorgeous sight of his green eyes shining up at you. his eyes fully adjusting to the brightness as he squinted, his hand reaching out to yours.

“c’mere,”

his voice was hoarse and sleep coated, but it never failed to send shivers down your spine. you scooted closer, letting him pull you into his side. your face nuzzled in his bare shoulder, his head laying on top of yours.

“we need to be up soon,” you said, poking his ribs gently, “your family’s coming to see the new house and have dinner, remember?”

he didn’t, actually. and if it wasn’t for you, he’d be certain he’d miss all of his meetings, call times, and hell, even sometimes the start of his races. thankfully, you were never far from him on the pitlane. the perks of working with sky, who he should really thank. he’d make a mental note to do it next race. right now, he was going to enjoy the peaceful month he got to spend with you. uninterrupted peace, free time. where you got to whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted.

he groaned, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laughed softly, “lando,”

“i like when you say my name,” he mumbled, “say it again.”

you chuckled, and in your best flirty tone you could muster up in the moment, you did, “lando,”

he pressed a soft kiss to the skin of your neck, right where your neck and collarbone met. his favorite spot to kiss whenever he teased you because he knew you were ticklish.

and as if on queue, you giggled, shoving his head from your neck, “stop it,”

“just five more minutes,” he pleaded, “with my girl, in our bed, that’s all i ask.”

you sighed, “fine, but not one second longer.”

he smiled, knowing he could always get you to fold. you hated to admit it, but you’d always cave for him. do whatever he wanted. he had you wrapped around his finger and you had him wrapped around yours. smitten for each other, young in love, whatever you wanted to call it, you were it.

“how’d you sleep?” you asked, finger tips tracing the lines in your mind that you drew with your fingers every morning. connecting the moles on his skin, from his shoulders to his chest and down to his sides. your own little routine you had incorporated, a habit you picked up after the first night you spent together a year and a half ago.

“good until you woke me up.”

“you love when i wake you up.”

“you’re right,” he mumbled, “getting to see that pretty face every morning is the highlight of my day.”

you chuckled, leaning up on your elbow, reaching around and grabbing his cheek into your hand. he smiled softly as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his.

he pulled away, a smile on his lips as they brushed against yours, “and your morning kisses, i love waking up to your lips on mine, or on my-“

you shook your head, laughing and covering his face with your pillow before pulling yourself out from the covers, “alright, time to get up!”

“that wasn’t five minutes!” he gasped, tossing your pillow your way softly, teasingly. you laughed, walking into the connected bathroom, calling back to him.

“long enough! you killed the romantic mood,”

“i’m only speaking my truth, baby,” he said, footsteps joining you in the bathroom, watching him lean against the doorway out of the corner of your eye, “is a man not allowed to speak his truth?”

you popped the toothbrush in your mouth, sending him a glare. he laughed, pressing a kiss to your head before grabbing his own toothbrush from his side of the sink. he joined you in brushing your teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist. you smiled softly, trying to ignore how good he looked. sweatpants loosely hanging around his waist, bare chest on full display, curls wild and in serious need of taming.

you two looked good together, and even though he wasn’t necessarily considered ‘tall’ he still stood a few inches above you. his green eyes met yours in the mirror, and he knew you were subtly checking him out. he sent you a wink and you rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you finished brushing your teeth.

he finished shortly after you, watching you as you rummaged around in your drawer. you pulled out the skincare he had seen you put on every morning and night, and even has put on for you after nights where you’ve had one too many vodka redbulls.

he leaned against the counter, watching you in the mirror as you rubbed the product into your skin, “can i have some?”

you giggled, moving to stand between his legs. you squeezed a little bit of the moisturizer onto your fingers, rubbing into his face. he grinned softly at your gentle touch, “that smells good.”

you nodded, “and it has sunscreen in it, it’s good for you.”

he motioned towards your drawer, “do you have any lip balm?”

you hummed, putting the tube back before grabbing the lip balm. you went to hand it to him but he raised an eyebrow at you. you sighed with a laugh, shaking your head.

“gimme,” you said, grabbing his chin and swiping the lip balm against his pursed lips. you couldn’t help but giggle again, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips when you were done, “there.”

he rubbed his lips together and hummed, “hmm, is that coconut?”

you nodded, “like it?”

he nodded, pulling you in closer by your waist, “love it.”

you grabbed his wrist, checking the time on his watch, “they’ll be here in an hour.”

“so what i’m hearing is-“

“no,” you shoved his shoulder with another laugh, “what im saying is that i need to run to the store and get flowers for the vase on the table.”

“who needs flowers,” he said, pressing a kiss to your chest, “when i could have you back in my bed, all to myself for a little while longer until i have to share you for the rest of the day.”

you ran a hand through his hair, his eyes looking up to meet yours, “as tempting as it sounds, i really do have to run to the store. plus, i have to get some stuff for dinner.”

he sighed dramatically, “okay,”

you walked into the closet, rummaging through his side and stealing one of his hoodies and fishing out a pair of sweatpants. a quick outfit to run a few last minute errands.

he had found his way to the kitchen, standing at the coffee pot. you pinched his side, kissing his shoulder. he turned his head and smiled, leaning down and kissing your head, “need anything while i’m out?”

“mm,” he hummed, “breakfast? i don’t feel like cooking.”

you laughed, “me either. i’ll pick up something.”

he nodded, smiling playfully, “i guess you can take my car.”

“oh i was going to,” you said, grabbing his key off the hook, “even without your permission.”

“rude!”

you laughed, blowing him a kiss, “i’ll be back. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

your trip to the store was quick, making it back within a half an hour, arms full of things as you carried everything inside, closing the door with your foot. you set everything on the counter, hanging the keys back on the hook.

“i’m back!”

“i’m in the bedroom!” his voice called back to you. you made your way down the hallway and into the bedroom, smiling as he held up two shirts in the mirror.

“which looks better?” he asked, holding both up against the pair of plaid pants he had picked out. you hummed, standing behind him and watching his reflection. his hair being perfectly styled and his cologne filling the room telling you he had been getting ready while you were gone.

you pointed to the white shirt, “that one.”

“you think?”

you nodded, watching him take it off the hanger and slipping it over his shoulders. you stepped in front of him, buttoning the buttons. purposefully leaving the top few open.

he rolled up the sleeves, sending you a look, “might as well have my whole shirt unbuttoned.”

“i wouldn’t complain.” you joked and he smiled, before quickly realizing your attire. you smile as he started pulling at the hem of his hoodie that sat on your frame.

“hey! this is mine.”

the baby blue hoodie looked better on you anyway, but he still liked to joke around with you, “i know.”

“thief.”

“come and get it then.” you shrugged, crossing your arms.

“oh, so now you’re in the mood?” he asked, “what was it? the buttons?”

you laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “maybe.”

“you’re going to be the death of me.”

“you love me.” you smiled, his hands finding your warm, soft skin under his hoodie.

“damn right i do, baby. til the day i die.”

[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Stiles woke up to Derek lazily sucking kisses to the back of his neck. He hummed and scooted backwards, closer to Derek.

"Good morning, Der, happy birthday," he murmured, reaching a hand back to pat Derek’s side.

"Thank you, love," Derek whispered, tucking his face into Stiles' neck and nuzzling his nose.

Stiles started pulling away, giggling at Derek’s annoyed grumbles, and said, "I wanna give you your present, babe."

"Later," Derek frowned, pulling on Stiles' hand when he got to his feet beside the bed.

"No, now. Wanna be just us when I give it to you," Stiles whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Derek's lips.

Derek quirked an eyebrow at Stiles who immediately blushed and flailed, slapping the back of his hand against Derek’s chest. "Not like that, pervert."

Derek chuckled and flopped on his belly and Stiles took that as his queue to go get the present. He ran to the attic of the rebuilt Hale house and pulled out the huge box he had hidden there.

Huffing, he carried it downstairs. He was so nervous that his heartbeat had to be deafeing to Derek. He dropped the box beside Derek woth a groan, tentatively taking a seat next to it as Derek sat himself up.

"May I?" Derek asked, gesturing at the box. Stiles nodded, chewing his lips anxiously, and watched as Derek carefully pulled the top off.

The first thing he pulled out was a ragged looking knitted blanket. With a strangled gasp, Derek brought it to his face and buried his nose in the fabric, greedily inhaling the scent.

"What - how?" Derek whimpered, red eyes peeking from behind the blanket.

"I had a witch cast a spell on it so that the smell would never fade," Stiles replied.

Derek nodded and composed himself a little, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders before digging back into the box.

Next, he took out a vintage looking watch, the edges of the leather strap looking a bit burnt. He immediately put it on his wrist, offering his hand to Stiles to secure it wordlessly.

He then removed a small wooden rattle, hand carved designs running down the hand. At this point, his eyes had filled up with tears.

He took a few calming breaths before pulling out a leather bound book. He looked questioningly at Stiles who whispered, "Open it."

Derek slowly opened the book as if afraid to find its contents. As soon as his eyes fell on the first page, the tears fell free, rapidly dripping down his face. He hastily turned from page to page, hand reverently grazing over all of them. Finally, anguished, heaving sobs burst out of Derek’s chest as he took in the pictures. A young Talia, holding baby Derek in her arms. Laura pushing toddler Derek on the swing. His grandma and grandpa in the middle of a slow dance. His parents kissing on their wedding day. All of the Hales with their extended families together on Christmas, dressed in matching pyjamas on the insistence of Derek’s father.

Stiles couldn't keep in his own tears at the sight of Derek and he silently cried. Derek carefully put the book aside after a while and pulled Stiles into his lap, hiding his face in Stiles' neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Derek murmured against his skin, pressing kisses every so often.

"There are more things in the attic. I took whatever the police had taken that night and took it to a witch to be restored. She even magicked some things from scent memory, things that couldnt be saved. There are copies for Peter and Cora too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but-"

"Stiles, you have given me a piece of my family back. You don't have to apologize, for anything," Derek whispered fiercely, still scenting his neck. He pulled back from the hug and unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders to put around Stiles'. "I love you, baby. You can't imagine how happy I am."

With a teary smile, Stiles flung himself into Derek's arms again. "I love you too, Derek, so much."

[ruinix]

Quinn with a girl who is obsessed with labubus like them standing in line waiting for the new ones to come out?

Hello, lovely. I love popmart or any blindbox figurines. The rush. The cuteness of the little figurines. I love all the trinkets. Just sharing: As a proud (co-)owner (shared custody with my youngest sister) of the labubus, the rush of having that little monster trinket is so nice. I won't take any hate on my lovely Labubu. She's just a gorl. She might be ugly but it is why I love her. (I am scared of her tbh) I fear I have lost many times in the checkout battle for V3. Truly, my family is only trying to get one so that my sister has one. Oh, to be the youngest. For blind boxes, not just pop mart, Make sure to spend wisely! Manage expectations. If all else fail, we cope and enjoy. You bought them, they're your babies now 😆End of my little yapping. We got a bonus in your POV here. Again, optional. yesyes. Hope you enjoy this, lovely!

Lines plus Chances

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content (omitted / only kisses), Suggestive tones (Quinn and you got a bit horny in POVs), Mentions of blind boxes (specifically pop mart’s but more on in general i think)

Count: 2171 + 1044 words | Masterlist | Taglist

You’re still sleepy. Quinn wraps your thin scarf around your neck, adjusting your hood. He grins when you yawn, looking absolutely cozy on your camping chair which he had set up the moment you two arrived. He scoots closer, so you can get cozier by leaning your head on his shoulder. You do, sighing and mumbling incoherent things about the early spring morning which is still cold but warmer compared to dawn. You are incredibly cute.

You two have been in line for two hours now—since 4:30AM—but it is still hours away from the mall opening. Fortunately, though, you two manage to get the fourth and fifth spot in the line, especially when half an hour later, people suddenly appear, the queue snaking beyond his line of sight. It’s still unbelievable that people line up this much for blind boxes. That’s right. You two are here for a specific restock of a new plush keychain. If not for you, he doesn’t see himself lining up this early for toys.

How did this come to be?

Well, a week ago, in two occasions, he noticed how frustrated you were getting whenever you got your laptop, tablet, and your phone—sometimes even his—laid out in front of you. You were so quick typing or clicking away. Your eyes shone with hope and determination, like how you would whenever you’re making your reports or acquiring concert tickets of your favorite band. So much hope, only for you to crash down in a silent pout. He tried to ask you about what happened, but you turned away from him, sulking in your reading nook.

It took him quite an effort to comfort you, especially when he was so fucking clueless on why you would sulk that much. He even tried to bribe you with your favorite cookies and ice cream. He tried and tried, but you ended up with tear-filled eyes, muttering, "Not important."

That was a lie. How could it not be important when you are so dejected like the whole world suddenly turned its back on you? It hurt to see you sad, but then you sprung up, announcing that you needed to go out, huffing about the need to be alone to shop. You said it with so much fervor that he let you go after he received a sloppy kiss on the cheek. For the time that you were gone, he was pacing in your home, absolutely wrecked in worry, until you came home with huge shopping bags.

The bags were familiar to him. He had seen them folded in your stack of paper bags. You bought that stuff again. Those toys from a particular store. Only at that time, you purchased more than you had ever. For you and him. You taught him the ways of unboxing, making him pick his favorites—your favorites because he copied you—and how to open it. Honestly, Quinn never cared for these small trinkets, but he loved you happy for gifting him. You got excited for him when he got what he "wanted". You were so happy. Your grin was so wide that your cheeks flushed. You made space for him on your shelves. Everything you did caused his heart to lurch out of his chest.

It almost made Quinn forget how you sulked earlier. Almost. The memory of your sadness—your shoulders caving forwards, your pout, your glassy eyes, your grumbles—haunted him. He didn't like it when you felt sad. He needed to do something.

Thus, he did his initial research. He saw the brand of those boxes. He found the website and saw several other figurines there. Although, he was confused. So, when you took his phone again, holing up in your home office, Quinn followed you. You didn't notice him at all. You were so focused. From livestream to websites. You looked like you were going to battle but when the timer hit zero, the item you were scrambling for, a mischievous-looking plush doll, was sold out. Just like that. In a single blink.

"No. Not again." Your voice sounded so quiet.

"What's a Labubu?" He asked.

You jumped, screaming, clutching your shirt. You started scolding him for sneaking around, going on about knocking and announcing himself. He took it, listening with a silent smile on his face, because you didn’t sulk even if you were irritated with him instead. After minutes of that, you started to explain about the figurine, giving him a little backstory of it, complaining about the obnoxious demand for it, ranting about the livestream and easy-to-crash website. Quinn listened, humming and nodding, while he scrolled and saw an announcement you may have missed. There would be a restock in a nearby mall.

"Why don't we go to their store instead?" He offered as soon as you deflated beside him, burying yourself in his arm. His words brought you up, your head slightly tilting to the side. "It says there will be stocks in a couple of days in—"

"The lines are insane, Q," you sighed, your hands tightening around his arm, resting your head against his shoulder. “They’re currently a thing now.”

"Have you tried to go there?" Quinn softly asked, reaching to tuck your loose hair behind your ear. You shook your head, sighing again. "Is there another way to buy those things?"

"I refuse to buy from resellers," you huffed. Disdain laced your voice. "They sell them at outrageous prices!"

Quinn had no idea what to do. You looked worked-up at the mere mention of buying somewhere else. It did make sense to him. He was not that clueless not to know about resellers. They were all such a pain in the ass no matter what kind of goods to buy. You were mumbling into his sleeve when an idea dawned at him. He checked the date, making sure he had nothing important planned for that day. Even if there would, he can easily take a rain check on them. You always preceded everything.

Pressing a kiss on your head, he said, “Let’s go early. We can camp out there.”

He saw your protests, but also how your eyes sparkled with excitement and mirth. You mounted his lap, your hands grasping his cheeks and jaw, craning his head up. You said in quick succession that your words almost melted together, "Really? You'll accompany me? What if we need to camp out before sunrise? Are you sure? I’ve always wanted to try camping outside to buy something!”

All Quinn saw was you and you and you.

You were happy. He made you happy. Butterflies tumbled and flied and wreaked havoc in his stomach. He nodded, his breath stuttering.

"Okay, okay," you squealed, pressing kisses on his lips. "Promise me, Quinny," you demanded, giggling to make it known you were just kidding.

With his hands holding your waist, his eyes dropping to your beautiful lips, he still muttered, "I promise."

Your grin slightly eased. The atmosphere instantaneously shifted as your eyebrows curved, your breath hitching, your skin erupting in goosebumps. Quinn took his time watching you. His eyes roamed over your face—from your lips to your cheeks, to your nose, to your eyes. You’re so magnificent. When your tongue darted to swipe over your lower lip, only then he pulled you for a kiss. He gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer so you sat over his growing erection. He made a promise to himself that you would get one of those plush toys that you wanted so much. Whatever you wanted would be yours.

Quinn can still taste you even after days. The taste of the sweet candy you munched on before you had tried checkout. The taste of your—He needs to stop being a horny fucker. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He swallows his groans, because he truly can still taste you on his tongue, and he can’t fucking lie to himself. He forces his urges down, knowing he can’t just leave you out here to take care of his growing problem. Removing his cap, he runs his hand through his hair, inhaling deeply, exhaling as slowly as he can. He calms down further by looking at the bright skies.

“Hot!” You abruptly complain, parting from him to take off your scarf. You are suddenly so awake that it distracts him further from his dilemma. “Is it 10AM yet?”

Quinn barely contained his laugh. It’s obviously not. "No."

"Kill me now," you groan which draws his chuckle. You huff, pouting at him. “I’m bored.”

"Maybe you should've brought your book," Quinn teases. He knows the contents of your little purse. Just your wallet and your phone. He’s prepared for this campout. He’s the one holding a bigger bag with a packed breakfast and lunch, water bottles, and especially your e-reader and his. He takes the last essential to a campout from the bag and hands you yours. “Here.”

Your ‘oooh’ is so adorable that he’s not prepared for you to peck him on the lips and cheeks. Your ‘thank you’ is lost in his ears as heat streak down his body. He groans, looking away. Great. Now, he’s horny. Again. He grits his teeth, focusing on the scent of the city waking up. The smell of the pollution from cars helps.

He hears a rumble. He turns to you, seeing you avert your gaze, blush tinting your cheeks. He doesn’t comment or tease. He simply hands you the breakfast sandwich he prepared—a simple egg, bacon, and cheese combo in brioche bread. You grin is enough to make him blush too. He eats with you, listening to you ramble about different things. At some point, you start to people-watch, your eyes moving among the crowd. He does the same. He likes doing the same things as you.

“I want to have at least one box for each version, Quinn,” you whisper after he takes the sandwich wrapper from your hands, replacing it with a water bottle. You sip, blinking at him. “You know which ones to buy, right? You also need to one each. Please.” You squirm, looking worried. “Or maybe not. If you don’t want one—”

“I do,” he asserts, stopping you from spiraling, then he shows you the list where the top priorities are The Monsters plush dolls—Big into Energy, Have a Seat, and Exciting Macaron—then the rest should be other Labubu that are not blind boxes, because his research told there are other stuff, plush or not, there. “See? I had them all listed. I even crosschecked with the potential restock list. I want one too.”

Quinn still thinks he doesn’t care for those creatures, not realizing that he even listed his priority pulls which are his favorites for every series, which may or may not be a small indicator that he wants one now. He’s adamant that he’s only done that so you will be happy with him. And you are. You look so excited while your lips part as you gaze between him and his phone. That’s all that matters to him.

“I hope we get what we want.” You grin, scooting closer, opening your e-reader to resume reading your current reads. Again, he does the same.

You have no clue what he’s planning. Despite you telling him that you don’t want to purchase from resellers, he also has a list of them. He may or may not be talking with some, trying his best to determine if they’re legitimate or not. It’s hard, so he hopes the store has everything you need.

You two continue. There are times when Quinn stands up to talk with the staff that comes down to hand over entry stubs and when he gets rope into conversation of the ones next to you and him. However, he keeps his head low, not wanting to get recognize and cause unnecessary chaos. Even if you don’t mind him getting stopped for pictures, he does because you might get included in them. Despite wanting to be seen with you, he cares more about your privacy. Regardless, he goes undetected.

Soon, after you two somehow eat your lunch boxes before noon, after you two watch TikToks in your phone, after he has secretly taken a photo of you that he will print and frame, the mall finally opens.

He folds your chairs when he spots the staff coming. He hooks their straps and his bag on one shoulder. He smiles at the way you are bouncing on the balls of your feet. When he offers his hand, you immediately take it.

It makes his heart flutter. You make his heart flutter.

Your warmth feels nice in his hand.

He can’t deny the giddy feeling that buzzes his body, especially when you two arrived in the shop, when you snatches two baskets for him and you, when you dash to get your long-awaited plush.

You prove it again.

Prove that when you’re happy, he’s happy.

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ Bonus: Your POV ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

You gape at Quinn when he takes your basket with only three boxes, one for each set, because you don’t want to be greedy. You wonder where his basket is—maybe he doesn’t want to buy anything after all—but he basically push you to pick more.

“My treat,” he says. Before you can retort that you have your own money, he continues, “Dinner is on you.”

Just like that, he appeases you. Sometimes you wonder if you’r easy, but you really like the thought of treating him to dinners. “Deal, Quinny. Don’t you dare try to pay later!”

He chuckles, shaking his head. The sound makes you feel things in your chest and between your thighs. It just sounds so rumbly and the grin that always accompanies his laugh is so beautiful on his handsome face. It’s almost unfair.

You pick out a few more stuff, telling him about the lore of some. You’ve only learned it from TikTok. Someone really needs to take away that app from you because it’s the reason why you got obsessed with these.

“There, all done!” You beam, walking with Quinn to the counter. Your hands already itch to open what you picked out—

You find yourself gaping again, because you finally registered his words.

“I’ll take these three.” He points at the Labubus you have thoroughly inspected and tried to feel a pull of whatever’s inside to you. Then he points at the rest. “I need sets of these other ones,” he smoothly says.

The store clerk moves so quick that you can’t get a word in.

“Quinn, what are you doing?” You grip his arm, digging your fresh nail set into his muscular arm, biting your lip at the feel of his arm hairs under your touch. The man glances at you, then all at once has his arm on your waist, securing you to his side. “I don’t need sets! That’s overconsumption…” Your voice trail because you realize the new items are being placed into paper bags and next to already filled bags. “What did you do?”

“They got everything in my list. We’ll share them. You will share them with me, right?” He frowns. “Should I buy another set for myself—”

“No!”

“Okay. After this, we need to buy more shelves. Maybe a display cabinet?”

“I already have some of them at home! We’ll have duplicates. Duplicates.” You cross your arms and glare. “I got my shelves.”

Quinn doesn’t look fazed at all. He’s amused, his eyes shining with mischief and even pride. So smug. Your boyfriend is crazy. Quinn is crazy.

“I don’t think your shelves are enough. Maybe we need to move some of your plants—”

“Don’t touch my plants, Quintin,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “I’ll make space.”

You silently glare at the price projected on the screen. How can someone just spend that much amount in one transaction? For figurines? He’s worse than you. You may have created a monster. He almost gets rope into buying more but you simply say that you’re tired. No more questions. No more dilly-dallying. In less than ten minutes, you two are in his car.

“I will be giving away our duplicates, Q,” you grumble, worrying if both of your moms will like a random figurine. You hope they do. You browse your phone for restaurants for your dinner. You want to ask him what he prefers to eat but his eyes are burning a hole in your side. You gulp, trying to shake the feeling off. “Next time, don’t spend too much.”

When you finally look at him, you see a smile on his face. His eyes are trained on the road now.

“Our,” he echoes in a breathy voice. “Our duplicates, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s ours.” Your tone is firm, and it only makes him smile wider. You repeat his words in the store, “We’ll share them,”

“I love sharing with you,” he says, glancing at you.

His eyes look so warm, promising you more than you can understand. His words sound so gentle, filling you with so much love. Sometimes it hurts you to look at him. Every positive feeling in your body feels intense. Your heart is leaping, threatening to spill out of your chest. With your hand slightly shaking, you softly reach over, running your knuckle over his stubbles.

“Same,” you almost stumble with the word, because a lump forms in your throat.

Quinn takes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. He pulls them closer, pressing electrifying kisses on your fingers, on your knuckles, on the back of your hand.

Heat travels down your spine. An ache forms between your thighs when his lips linger on your skin, when he takes a deep breath as if he is breathing in your scent, marking it in his memory. You wonder if he likes the hand cream that you rubbed over it hours ago. Can he still smell it?

“Maybe we should do our unboxing after dinner or tomorrow.” Your voice rasps, sounding breathier, as you pant like you are being chased. No, you are being chased. Only Quinn already has you in his hold.

You bite your lower lip when his grip firms. His eyes slams on yours, his pupils blowing out, swallowing those light-colored irises of his. If he isn’t driving, you know that he will be on you. He simply gets you. Not a single hint in your words yet he knows. How can he see through you so easily?

He takes your hand to your lap, flattening his palm over it, reaching past to touch your thigh, prying it so you’re not crossing your legs anymore. You swear you can feel his heat through denim. A pathetic sound comes out of you, making him squeeze.

“Behave.” His voice drop an octave lower. Shivers race down your whole body at the delectable rumble. “I can’t drive faster than the limit.”

“Maybe you should,” you softly challenge.

You gasp at the sight of his jaw clenching, his stubble creating the perfect contrast that highlights the movement. So handsome. You can see the gears in his head turning, eyes glancing expertly between his mirrors, looking beyond.

Then he nods.

His foot presses down the gas pedal.

Lovelies @dancerbailey3 @loser-pretty-girl @r0wdymaize86 @tiredallthetimex @quinnintheabyss

[delopsia]

Erm, I would actually would like you to elaborate on milking Rhett if you feel like it.

Hell yeah, I'll elaborate 👁️👁️ now that I think about it, I have a slight memory of where I was going with that thought 💃

Notes for prostate stimulation, milking, and, of course, cum play. Minors and folks who have an agenda against playing with Rhett Abbott's ass, this is your queue to exit.

It's a little something that first kicks off when you and Rhett go out for lunch and find yourselves (unwillingly) eavesdropping on the conversation happening at the table across from yours. A little group of rodeo guys rambling on and on about their wild escapades and the craziest things they've done in bed. You and Rhett tried to ignore it; you really did, but you wound up listening when the guy in the red flannel mentioned a threesome in a Jurassic park themed hotel room.

You and Rhett are quietly giggling and whispering to each other until red flannel starts rambling on about how a girl convinced him to try milking a few weeks back. When Rhett's smile first falls, you honestly don't think much about it, but then red flannel starts going into detail, and Rhett's ears are turning redder by the second. It's like watching a cartoon, the longer the conversation goes, the redder your boyfriend becomes.

Your foot darts out to smack against the side of Rhett's boot, audibly jostling the spur that he forgot to take off. "You're awful red all of a sudden," spoken innocent as can be, like you can't possibly fathom what has him so flustered.

"Nothin," he shakes his head, eyes darting back down to his cold fries. He knows it's a lie. You know it's a lie. He knows that you know it's a lie.

Alas, it's one of those things that you giggle about on the drive home but forget about by the time the day is over.

It comes up again a few months later when you're both lying in bed, unable to sleep, and chatting about anything that happens to come to mind.

"Do y' remember them rodeo hands from the diner in town?" Rhett croaks, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"The ones who wouldn't quit talking about drunk hookups? And something about..." Hell. What's the word you're looking for? "Milking?"

His silence betrays him. You can hear how hard he swallows at that.

It's too dark to see, but you already know that his ears have flushed a bright, ruby red. Flustered? Too shy or embarrassed to say it out loud? Maybe it's all of the above.

"What?" You can only do so much to suppress the teasing lilt that colors your voice. "Is that something you may be into?"

Radio silence.

The cricket lurking outside the bedroom window chirps. Once. Twice.

"I don't know."

And, well, there's only one way to find out.

Rhett's hard before you even get those tiny black boxers past his thighs, cock slapping against his belly with a wet little 'smack' that bounces around the room. Even without light, it's impossible to miss the thick sheen of precum that spills out of his tip, dripping like a faucet, running down your fingers when you take him into your hand.

He's already so worked up that you hardly need to worry about going slow, only giving him a few seconds to adjust before you start working your hand over him in earnest. Oh, and the way he jumps when you do, those pretty hips rising up off the bed, chasing your touch as if he hasn't felt it in years.

And you're just so quick about it. It's hardly been a few minutes, and he's already babbling about being close, whining low in his throat as you drag that first orgasm out of him.

"Wait, wait, wait, shit—hah!" Shaky hands reach down to paw at you, half-heartedly trying to push you away, but there's no real effort behind it. His thighs flutter, a stray knee knocking into your side as you keep working over his softening length, his own cum slickening the glide.

"Too much?" You ask, fighting back a smile; he's wiggling against the mattress, slowly scooting himself up toward the headboard, but he isn't getting away from you.

Rhett's head shakes, the faintest 'nuh-uh' falling out of him as he blindly reaches over to the bedside table, all but tossing the half-empty bottle of lube at you. He hardly has to tell you what he wants, his half-assed attempt at spreading his legs is enough.

"You already want my fingers?" Feigning shock, as if you're somehow scandalized that he could already want such a thing.

"Mhm," Rhett isn't paying attention, unfocused baby blues glued to the sight of you pouring the lube onto three of your fingers. Three. Always three.

Wordless, you reach down, dipping between those plush, pale thighs to brush your wet fingertips against his entrance. Such a simple touch, and yet you can feel him clench around nothing.

But there's still something you're looking for. "Talk to me, Rhett."

"Yes," blurting out of him in an instant. Hopelessly impatient. "I...I do."

A little shiver races through him the moment that first finger breaches him, mouth falling open to form a soft 'o' shape. There's really no need for distraction, but your unoccupied hand begins to lazily work his half-hard cock anyway.

Fuck he's wet. Precum beading at his tip, spilling over the moment you press a second finger inside. He's tight. Rhythmically fluttering around you, and there's no pleasure that you could possibly get from it, but heat sparks between your thighs anyway.

You're not looking for his prostate yet, but you know you've bumped into it when his legs flutter around you, trying and failing to close. That third finger can't join quickly enough, crooking upward to rub against what feels like a little ball of nerves that have him squealing.

"Fuck!" Rhett's cock jolts in your hand, his body suddenly a live wire beneath you. Squirming against the sheets. "I—oh shit, oh my god, right there, ah!"

Silence falls. His mouth hangs open, but nothing ever escapes. Those eyes roll, and then...

He's cumming again. A strangled gasp bolts out of him just as a short rope of cum spurts out of him, painting his belly before you can catch it. His hips are bucking now, just as strong as those bulls he rides, but he can't shake you loose. The tips of your fingers still spiral into his prostate, a target you can't let yourself lose, albeit moving slower the more he huffs and puffs.

"No, no, no, keep—" he doesn't have to finish that thought. You hardly need any encouragement, working your hand in tandem with the fingers shallowly thrusting into his ass.

But your thumb swipes over his tip.

And he jumps once more. Cock weakly spasming in your gasp, a short rope of cum covering your hand. You're not sure what set him off so fast, but you're keen to find out, hardly even trying to slow down this time.

"Rodeo." It's there, and it's gone in a second, hardly even a whisper, but you catch it.

One last second tap against his prostate is all it takes to draw one more orgasm out of him. Watery eyes roll back into his skull, body jolting as the smallest bit of watery cum all but drools out of him, hardly even enough to amount to anything.

"Shit," sucking in a breath, "shit, you just," gasp, "you just made me cum again." Shocked. Like he didn't even see that one coming. But that awestruck gaze melts into a giggle as quickly as it arrives, lazily reaching for you with shaky arms.

"What was that, three? Four?" You chirp as you climb up the side of the bed, winded despite hardly doing much work at all.

"Felt like..." the thought visibly evaporates from his head, thin lips floundering for a word that isn't there. He gives up, dropping his head onto the pillow. "I dunno. A lot more than that."

Rhett Abbott may have just been replaced with a giggling ball of putty because that's all he is now. Incapable of doing anything but lay against you and laugh every time he remembers what just happened.

You would think that wearing him out like this would have him hesitant to jump to the concepts of a second time, but he's babbling about it before you've even gotten him up and into a bath. Something about wanting to try it with restraints and that new stroking sleeve that you bought six months ago and have yet to take out of its packaging.

You're gonna have to buy more lube.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

“It was late at night, you held on tight”

Synopsis: A carefree night out with friends takes a sudden turn when your best friend Minji texts you out of nowhere. You didn’t expect anything serious—until she asks you to come over with a kind of honesty that makes your heart skip.

Word Count: 1,480

Minji X Male Reader

It was a blissful night.

Just a normal night out with friends.

A stop at the convenience store like it was tradition, a half-planned road trip with music spilling into the night sky. Everything felt light. Easy. The car windows were down, laughter bouncing off the metal, your favorite playlist rotating through like a soundtrack to a movie you didn’t know you were starring in.

“We should hit up that one spot,” someone suggested. “The one with the bomb fries.”

“Oh! Near 52nd Street? Let’s go!”

“What do ya think, Y/N?”

You grinned. “I’m up for anything.”

The car picked up speed as the road opened up. The sky above stretched wide and clear, dotted with stars. You leaned back in your seat, pulling out your phone to queue the next song when a message lit up the screen

Minji: hey loser, you free?

You blinked. Minji rarely texted you during nights like this—she usually kept her distance when she knew you were out.

You: im outside, why?

The reply came quick.

Minji: nvm, take care.

Short. Abrupt.

Something about it tugged at you.

“Yo, Y/N, you tryna buy some fries ye?” someone called out from the front.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold on.”

You stared at your screen. Thought about it.

Then hit call.

A chorus of teasing erupted around you.

“Ooh, calling someone?”

“It’s Minji, isn’t it?”

“Just date her already, man.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, holding the phone to your ear.

She picked up after two rings.

Her voice was clipped. “What. Why’d you call? Aren’t you busy?”

“Mhm,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “But I decided to call anyway, dumbo. What are you doing?”

“Studying,” she muttered. “You?”

“Near 52nd. Not far from your place.”

“Oh. Cool.”

A pause.

“Take care, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

She hung up.

An Hour Later

You were finally seated, tray of fries in front of you. Golden, crispy, and completely overpriced.

“$25 for fries? We seriously need a financial advisor for our friend group,” you said, eyeing the mountain of carbs.

“For real,” someone laughed. “Hope this sh*t’s heavenly.”

You reached for the first fry—

Then your phone buzzed.a

Another message from Minji.

Minji: can you come over? please?

You stared.

A second later, another message arrived.

Minji: hey Y/N… can you come over please? I miss you.

Everything else faded out—the chatter, the fries, the playlist still running in the background. You stood up almost immediately.

“Hey, something just came up,” you said, grabbing your phone. “I gotta go.”

“Huh? You good?”

“You want me to drop you off somewhere?”

You shook your head. “No thanks. I’ll be fine. See you guys later.”

The streets were quieter now, the rush of the night slowly folding into stillness. You walked faster than usual, phone clenched in your hand, re-reading her words with a small, helpless smile growing on your lips.

I miss you.

Minji never said things like that. Not directly.

When you reached her front door, you didn’t even knock. She had already unlocked it. As if she knew you’d come.

You found her in her room, sitting on the bed, still wearing her hoodie, hair a little messy from leaning over textbooks. Her eyes flicked up when she saw you. She didn’t speak.

Neither did you.

You just stepped in, dropped your bag by the door, and asked softly, “So… what’s up, loser?”

She let out a breath that sounded too much like a sigh of relief.

“I just… didn’t wanna be alone tonight.”

Your chest tugged.

“Then I’m here,” you said. “Simple as that.”

Minji didn’t reply.

She just scooted over, lifting the edge of her blanket—just a little.

You took the invitation without a second thought

You sat beside her, the air thick with quiet warmth. Minji tucked her knees under her blanket, hugging them close like it was the only way to keep herself grounded.

“What happened?” you asked gently.

She hesitated, fingers picking at the threads of the blanket.

“…Nothing,” she finally whispered. “Just feeling extra lonely tonight. With all these papers and notes, I feel numb. And I need a break.”

You tilted your head, watching her profile under the dim light of her desk lamp. There was a faint crease in her brow, a heaviness in her eyes. You didn’t like seeing her like that.

“Whatchu wanna do?” you asked, voice soft but light, like you were trying to lift the air between you.

She looked over, lips twitching into the smallest smile. “Dunno. Just… anything but thinking.”

You nodded slowly. “Wanna make fun of bad movie trailers until we pass out?”

A faint laugh escaped her. “That actually sounds amazing

You queued the first trailer, something dramatic and low-budget, filled with jump cuts and a suspicious amount of slow-mo.

Minji sat close—too close. Her shoulder brushed yours every time she shifted, and her knee lightly bounced against yours under the blanket she’d tugged over both of you. Neither of you mentioned it.

“Okay,” you said, smirking, “this one’s called Space Heist 3: Moonblood. Thoughts?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why are they on a horse? In space?”

“That’s exactly what I’m wondering.”

Minji let out a soft laugh, her head tilting just slightly until it leaned into you again—less like an accident this time.

You didn’t move.

The next trailer started playing, but your attention flickered—trailing from the screen to the way her fingers absentmindedly fidgeted with the corner of the blanket, then to the curve of her smile when something ridiculous happened on screen.

“You always do this,” she said suddenly.

“Do what?”

She turned to look at you, and it felt too quiet. Too still.

“You always show up right when I need you most.”

You tried to play it off with a crooked smile. “You did ask nicely.

She didn’t smile back right away.

Her gaze dropped to your lips—just for a second. Barely there.

You swallowed.

The laptop lit both your faces in flickering colors, but neither of you looked at it anymore.

“…Minji.”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated. Everything between you was loud now—the closeness, the warmth, the unspoken words that hung in the air like static.

“You’re really bad at watching trailers,” you said instead, voice low.

Her grin returned, but slower this time. “Guess I’m distracted.”

You hid the fact that the moment you heard her words you’re a walking ball of flames.

The next trailer started without either of you noticing, the volume just a background hum to the thudding pulse in your chest.

Minji leaned a little closer, not noticing at first, but the heat from her body radiated through the space between you. Her breath brushed your arm as she shifted, eyes still glued to the screen, though her focus seemed to drift more and more.

You could feel it. The almost electric energy humming between you, making the air in the room feel thicker.

You swallowed again, trying to focus, but your gaze kept slipping back to her—the way her lips moved as she mumbled under her breath at something ridiculous on the screen, the slight tilt of her chin when she laughed, and the way her eyes flicked to you in a glance so fleeting it almost didn’t register.

Your heart stuttered.

Why am I feeling like this?

“Y/N?” Minji’s voice was soft, so much quieter now, almost like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to ask the question.

“Yeah?” You turned toward her, leaning just a little.

For a long moment, she didn’t speak. She just looked at you—her eyes searching yours, her lips parted like she might say something, but instead, the air between you grew heavier.

Then, she shifted again, closer this time, and you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.

She was close enough now that you could feel the warmth of her breath, just a fraction of an inch away. You didn’t know who moved first—maybe it was both of you—but suddenly, her lips were on yours.

It was soft, tentative at first, like the world might stop spinning if you held on too long. But then her hand brushed against your cheek, and something inside you snapped.

You leaned into the kiss, a gentle pressure at first, then deeper. Minji responded with the same hesitation, her lips meeting yours with a kind of urgency that made the room feel smaller, the space between you collapsing until there was nothing but the softness of her touch, the sweetness of her breath mingling with yours.

When you finally pulled away, it was as if the world had caught up with you. Both of you were breathless, staring at each other, unsure of what came next.

“…You’re still bad at watching trailers,” you murmured, breaking the tension.

Minji blinked, her lips curling into a quiet, breathless laugh. “Shut up, Y/N.”

She leaned in again, and this time, there was nothing tentative about it.

[moonhoures]

Watch Yourself

🕷️ kinktober — day 17: mirror sex🕸️

pairing: jeonghan (svt) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, angst/comfort, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, [reader is insecure & has negative thoughts about herself/her body so if that makes you uncomfy please don’t read this! mentions of stretch marks, weight gain, cellulite] established relationship, husband!jeonghan, body worship, mirror sex, fingering, marking

word count: ~1.9k

synopsis: you admit to your husband that you’re having negative thoughts about yourself again, so he tries to remind you why you shouldn’t

a/n: i usually don’t write with a focus on specific body types, so i tried to keep this vague but *shrugs* if you don’t feel comfy reading that’s okay! also, sorry for the wait! something came up and i wasn’t able to queue it in time 🤥

posted: october 17, 2023

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The day had barely started, and you had already decided it wasn’t going to be a good one. You were rudely awoken at the ungodly hour of six a.m. The sun wasn’t even up yet, but you were. You tried to go back to bed, but each attempt at closing your eyes and relaxing were fruitless. You just couldn’t get comfortable again; you were too hot or too cold. The room was too quiet, and your thoughts were too loud. With a heavy sigh, you peeled the covers back and quietly stepped out of the bed to use the restroom. While you washed your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. And just like every other day this week, you frowned at your reflection.

You had a history of negative thoughts of your body. But you had spent a long time recovering from that toxic mindset. Your husband was a big part of that process. Jeonghan knew about your issues, and he had no problem letting you know that he liked you every and any way you looked. Even after five years together, no matter if you were in fancy clothes or sweatpants, his eyes lit up the same way when he set his eyes on you. He made you like your body for the first time in a long time. But some times were harder than others, and this week had been a hard time.

Nothing had really set it off. You had just been having low self esteem that then snowballed into nitpicking the way you looked in the mirror. If it wasn’t your face then it was your arms, or your stomach, or your legs, or your breasts. Sometimes it wasn’t just about your physicality. You felt like crap. You had mood swings and unwarranted anxiety. You overthought a lot. You felt like you weren’t enough, or you were boring.

You tried your absolute best to save face in front of your husband, not wanting to burden him with your issues, but he knew. He always knew. The slightest shift in your behavior would tip him off. Today was no different.

After you spent several minutes staring in the bathroom mirror, mentally berating yourself, you re-entered the bedroom. You shut the restroom light off but noticed Jeonghan’s bedside lamp was turned on, bathing the room in the softest white light. Your steps came to a halt just out of the doorway as you made eye contact with him. He was sitting up on his side, nearest to the bathroom, looking at you with a small smile just before he yawned.

“Decided to be an early bird today?” he joked.

You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of guilt for waking him up. You frowned once again, “Did I wake you? I’m so sorry. You can go back to bed, I’ll go in the living room.”

You went to leave the room, but he stopped you with one word, “No.”

For the second time, you came to a halt mid-step and met his eyes from across the room.

“Come here,” he gestured you over with two fingers. As you got closer, you could tell how tired he was. The skin under his eyes were smudged with that faint purplish-brown color that he only got when he didn’t get enough sleep. Your heart sank, “Sit.”

You did as he told you, sitting facing him as he scooted over to make some room for you on the edge of the bed. He looked into your eyes, searching for something, but you weren’t sure what it was yet.

“What’s been going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?” he asked, a stray piece of his fringe falling over his eyebrow. You so badly wanted to push it back where it came from. His hair looked so soft first thing in the morning.

“Nothing, I just couldn’t go back to sleep,” you supposed it wasn’t a complete lie.

“________,” he said your name the same way a disappointed parent would, “Please talk to me.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, mentally preparing yourself to unload, “I’ve been in one of my moods lately. Just feeling bad about myself. About the way I look. The way I feel. It’s just . . . been a lot.”

Your husband’s soft features seemed to harden the more you spoke, as if he was upset or angered by the words he was hearing. You averted your gaze from his, too ashamed to meet those beautiful brown eyes. For a moment he didn’t speak, he just looked at you. You started to feel uneasy under his stare, but then he was moving, carefully pulling the sheets back to free his legs. You asked him what he was doing, but he didn’t respond.

So, with worry setting in, you sat on the edge of the bed. You watched as he got up from the bed (in only his briefs) to cross the room where your full-length mirror was propped up in the corner. Despite the mirror being pretty hefty by itself, he picked it up with what looked like minimal effort. He placed it right in front of the wall opposite from where you sat, then he climbed back onto the bed, settling in right behind you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you finally met his gaze through the mirror.

“What about your body do you not like?” he asked.

You felt frozen in place, and it didn’t help that his hands felt like they were anchoring you down. You weren’t going anywhere, as far as he was concerned.

“Tell me,” he urged you again.

You swallowed the nervousness building in your throat. Your eyes, along with his, raked over the image of your body in the mirror. From only a few feet away, the first thing you noticed was how bloated you looked, “I’ve been gaining a little weight in my stomach.”

Instantly, Jeonghan’s hands were slithering from your shoulders down to your torso. His lithe fingers splayed out over the soft fabric of your shirt covering your belly, “This stomach? The one I spend hours a week cooking for to make sure it’s fed and happy? To make sure you’re healthy? A little weight isn’t anything to worry about. It’s normal, ________.”

You refused to make eye contact with him, for fear of your eyes tearing up.

“What else?”

Your eyes spotted the top of your arms, the faint stretch marks you had grown accustomed to over the years were just barely showing from where your arm brushed against your ribs, “My arms.”

Your husband’s hand encircled your wrist, carefully turning your arm so that it was outstretched and your stretch marks were on display. He leaned down just enough for his lips to effortlessly press kisses to the delicate skin there, the shallow fissures not deterring him in the slightest. Truthfully, he never noticed them until you brought them up.

“My legs have cellulite,” you muttered so quietly, not even realizing you had said it out loud until he moved his hands down to your thighs.

His blunt fingernails drew goosebumps to the surface of your skin as he dragged them smoothly up your leg. He gripped your flesh in his palm, then soothed it with a gentle, massaging gesture, “These are not things you should feel bad about, _______.”

He whispered that against the shell of your ear, making you close your eyes to keep tears from spilling. You felt his supple lips press tender, healing kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulder. His hands snaked over your body, revisiting the areas you’ve pinpointed. Without words, he was telling you how much he loved your body. Exactly how it was. He always would.

“My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said, his fingertips sliding between your thighs. Your skin there was naturally warm. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grazed over the material of your underwear while his other hand parted your legs. He loved that you didn’t wear pants to sleep. This way he could see the space between your thighs in the mirror; in fact, his eyes were locked on it, “You don’t think my wife is beautiful?”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. You didn’t know how to respond to that; or rather, you didn’t know how he wanted you to respond.

“Tell her she’s beautiful,” he spoke sternly, not giving you the option to say ‘No’.

“She is,” you said, a shaky gasp escaping you as his fingertips dipped beneath the edge of your panties.

He rubbed the pads of his fingers over your slit, his words ghosting over your neck as he spoke, “She’s what?”

“Beautiful,” you said.

“That’s right,” he continued to stroke your sensitive skin that was growing wet the more he worked you up. Your chest moved up and down with every heavy breath you took. He was holding back a smirk at the effect he had on you. And you could definitely feel the effect you had on him, his erection was practically poking your ass from behind, “My wife is the most beautiful woman on Earth.”

You nodded, not even really listening to what he was saying anymore. All you could focus on was the way his fingers were circling your clit perfectly. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting him have his way with his lips and teeth on your neck. Hickeys were blossoming all along the skin there, and you couldn’t care less.

“You’re always the prettiest person in every room,” he talked to you while your hips chased after his fingers that were relentlessly pleasuring you, “You’re the smartest. The most beautiful. The funniest. The most caring. You’re the best partner I could ever ask for, you know that, don’t you?”

You were too far gone, eyes beginning to close. Your thighs were starting to ache, wanting to close around his wrist. Jeonghan simply pushed them back open with his free hand before using his fingers to tilt your chin up. He caught your wide-eyed gaze in the mirror ahead of you two, and he looked like a teacher on the verge of reprimanding a student.

“__________,” just the way he said your name sent a chill down your spine.

“I know,” you agreed and, for the first time this morning, he believed you.

“Good, now I want you to watch yourself cum,” he gripped your chin gently, keeping your eyes locked on the sight before you.

You couldn’t deny him even if you wanted to. He kept you locked in. His fingers were bringing you to orgasm, his soft fingertips keeping a determined pace on the button at the top of your folds. They sent your pussy into a frenzy, clenching and pulsating around nothing, arousal leaking out onto your skin. It was getting to be too much, so you had to pull his hand away. But he only intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your arms up to your chest as he hugged you from behind.

“Don’t keep all these thoughts to yourself,” his gentle voice floated over the skin of your shoulder before he pressed a kiss to it, “As your husband, I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. However you need me. I said that in my vows, and I meant it. Every word.”

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[gguk-n]

Hate you (Lando Norris x Reader)

{Lando's POV}

As I lay in my bed, the sheets felt cold, devoid of any warmth; as if their previous owner had taken it all with them. I found myself staring at ceiling after spending the better part of the night twisting and turning in my bed.

"Lan, babe" she whispered, "can't sleep?" she asked. My eyes locked with her, a gap in between us while we lay in bed. As if on queue, she opened her arms, "come here" she mumbled. "I'm too sleepy to be still awake" she continued. I scooted closer, into her arms. I found myself laying on her open arm while the other wrapped it self around my shoulder; our legs tangling themselves in each other. "Go to sleep, love" she whispered while her hand raked through my hair and kissed my forehead. I heard the rhythmic beating of her heart, lulling me to sleep.

A tear slipped out of my eyes, pooling on the pillow case under me. I spent the entire night tossing and turning as I tried to chase the sleep that never came to me. Morning couldn't come any sooner, I decided to head out to the gym and get done with my work out and exercise for the day. It helped my thoughts from running rampant as I focused my energy on the task at hand. As I opened the door, "Babe, I'm back" I called out, only to be met with the cold gust of wind that blew at me. I slowly walked into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab myself something to eat. It was empty.

"Lan, here, I heated up your breakfast for you." she said, handing me a bowl of the diet food I was supposed to eat, as recommended by my trainer. But her cooking made the food so much more delicious and I never felt like I was ever on a diet. I pecked her lips while grabbing the bowl from her hands. "What would I do without you?" I asked with a laugh. "Crash and burn" she replied proudly turning to get back to meal prepping for me.

The last time I had asked my trainer to send me my pre-cooked meals was years ago. Since we had started dating, she had taken the role of making my food. The fridge now lay barren, a remnant of her absence. I poured myself a glass of water and went back to my room.

The bedroom felt like a hotel room, devoid of any character. My stuff lay sprawled out on the floor. The small trinkets or the photo frames that adorned my side table were missing. The dressing table looked cold and my closet empty.

"Babe, you're gonna have to buy new hangers, a couple more towels and some cleaning supply." she called out as she unpacked her bag for the first time as she moved into my our flat. "You know what my card pin is, order whatever you need" I replied. "I'm gonna stock up on my skin care too" she teased. "You can buy the Kohinoor diamond if you want" I teased back. I could hear her laugh echo through out, making my heart warm and fuzzy. She spent the next couple of months turning my stock image of a flat into a home. There were clothes, books, magazines, utensils and candles decorating our home. She took her time making this place ours.

Right now, our my home was back to it's stock image self. All the picture frames and the candles were empty and missing their owner. I stepped into the shower to find the shelf empty which was usually filled with all her shampoos and conditioners.

"It's a good thing" she said as she massaged the shampoo into my scalp. "What is?" I asked, enjoying the sensation. "The fact that the both of us have curly hair. Your hair's taking my products pretty well" she replied. "Yeah, you've made me hotter than I already am" I joked. "Hair can do a lot for a man" she said solemnly. "I'll wash this out and we'll try the new conditioner and curling cream I got yesterday" she giggled while grabbing the bottles.

My hair was a mess since she left. I never paid attention to what she used, she's always make me look even more handsome than I was. I got done with the shower and decided to grab something to eat from outside and left the house with the keys to my McLaren. I hadn't taken the Lambo out since she left because it was her favourite car and it smelled like her.

The next couple of day were spent without much sleep and the most outer body experience. I found myself at the club asking the bartend to get me drink after drink to drown out my sorrow. I kept telling my self that she was selfish and she never thought about me before breaking up. I drowned drink after drink lamenting the lost of the best person I knew. She was selfish, she broke my heart and took it with her. It wasn't fair on me since she decided to prioritise herself and forget all the good times we had; I told myself. "I hate her" I mumbled as I downed another glass of whiskey. Before I know it, Max was wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me back to his car. I didn't feel as inebriated as I wished I did, to not be able to remember anything.

She had been anxious the whole weekend, fidgeting with her fingers as she sat in my drivers room. Every time I asked her about it, she would brush me off. I decided not to press her wait for her to spill it out. After the race on Sunday, we headed back on the private jet, just the two of us. The flight wasn't very long and I couldn't wait to get home. Her posture had gotten even more tense then before. "Lando, we need to talk" she said barely above a whisper. This couldn't be good, she never called me by my name. Her hands clasped and unclasped themselves while she rocked a bit on her heels. "I got an offer, from that video game company that I love" she began. "That's great news baby" I lunged forward holding her hands. She pulled her hands away from me, "They are based in Australia" she spoke. "That doesn't matter. You'll be working remotely anyways." I suggested. "Actually" she spoke, "They want me to come in to the office, since the new game they are working on is top secret and it's a big deal for them too" she finished. "Well I can travel with you whenever you need and you can come and go" I suggested. "I might not be able to come to any races or stay in Monaco for the next couple of years" she said tentatively. "What" I almost screamed. "How can you make such a decision without talking with me?" I shouted. "I never made the decision. It's just that, this is like a dream come true for me, you know" she replied meekly with tears in her eyes. "You don't care about me. How can you be so selfish?" I cried out. "baby, I'm not, I...this is a once in a life time opportunity" she croaked out. "You don't love me" I mumbled. "What no, baby" she reached out to hold my face in between her hands, but I was angry and I pushed her away. How could she be so selfish and decide to move away after so many years together? "I love you, I really do but we talked about how long distance was a deal breaker for you, so I wanted to discuss this with you" she cried out. "yeah, it is. I can't imagine being away from the one I love" I spat out. "I love you Lando, I really do but this my dream like Formula one is yours" she whimpered. "You can't be serious right" I muttered. It was the anger talking; before thinking it through; "We're done" I said in a sharp voice. I got up from my seat and walked away to the door since we had just landed.

She ran after me, begging me to reconsider but I was too angry and I wasn't thinking straight. I broke up with her and didn't even look back. I stayed back at Max's place as she emptied out the apartment. All I could do was hate her for not wanting to stay, to numb the pain away.

The next morning I woke up to a note from Max and a glass of water with some pain meds. I drank the water and took my medicines. As I placed the glass back, my finger got caught in the lowest drawer of my side table which came open as I moved away. In front me lay polaroids from our dates. The one's I had taken. The top one was of her sending a flying kiss and the one next to it was of us kissing. It hurt seeing these, now. I couldn’t help but cry. I knew, deep down that the only way I would be able to make the pain go away was by making her the villain even though she wasn't one; because I was selfish and didn't want to feel the hurt.

[gretagerwigsmuse]

One thing I absolutely love about Bradley and Smart Aleck is how whenever she rides his thigh, he bounces her a little, and that just makes her lose it 🫠

Like, I can see Smart Aleck sitting on his lap while in front of his friends, and him just randomly bouncing his lap and she has to take a moment before saying or doing anything. She would be a mess by the end of the night.

Also, in your Christmas party fic, Bradley mentioned using the Theragun as a vibrator. Imagine him bringing it out and just surprising Smart Aleck with it (I've never used a Theragun, I have only seen it online so I'm not sure if this is completely correct)

this took me a minute to reply to because i wanted to actually write something for you! i was actually in a meeting at work when i first saw the message preview on my lock screen and i stg i was blushinggg so hard 🤭 because my god what a delicious thought!

yes! he’d bounce her just a little, like just enough to get a reaction out of her and get a little whimper out of her. to your point i could picture them in the hard deck and it’s a big deal that she came out with them? more below!

but also the theragun would actually hurt which is something bradley would realize the second he turned his on to even the lowest setting haha. though i do think that he’d randomly be like ‘gun me’ and have her do his back/shoulders 🤭

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“well, look who decided to grace us with her presence this fine evening.”

jake looked even more smarmy than usual as you and bradley approached the group of pilots and partners holding court at a corner table. at the comment, bradley’s hands tightened where they were on your shoulders. it was a bit of a crush in the bar tonight, but he had guided you over without issue.

you completely ignored jake’s comment and his follow up about slumming it that night and greeted everyone - bob, callie, and natasha, as well as sarah costigan, whom jake had presumably dragged along. sarah even tossed you a kind smile in return. granted, she was still annoying and slightly condescending, but she wasn’t that bad. at least she didn’t head off to the jukebox and queue up hall & oates’ rich girl like jake did.

you let bradley slide into the circular booth before you and then sat on the end. being mr protective, bradley normally wouldn’t like having you sit at the end of the booth, but he knew you liked the space and ease of a quick getaway with a lot of people.

and it wasn’t that you didn’t like going to the hard deck. you just didn’t like how crowded and loud it could get on fridays and saturdays, which was when bradley’s friends tended to go. normally, the group would get together at the beach or go for a hike or even to another bar or someone’s house to hang out - and you always tried to attend - but their old standby was the hard deck and those were the nights you typically skipped.

you had been there about an hour when everything took a different turn. everyone was chatting and the music wasn’t too loud yet, and you were in a good mood, which was probably helped by the fact that you were on your third cosmo and bradley his fourth beer.

but then mickey and his girlfriend, cielo, showed up, which meant there were even more people crammed into the already crowded circular booth. you got up to give both cielo and mickey a hug and then the two of them sat down on the other side of the booth. which in turn meant everyone scooted down further towards your side.

scratch that - your side was gone.

all that was left was a sliver of space for maybe one of your bare thighs to find itself plastered against the warm vinyl upholstery. bradley quickly noticed your distress and pulled you half onto his lap. he barely broke his stride, so focused was he on his conversation with bob and callie. or so you thought.

the way he had manhandled you onto his lap was done with little consideration to your pink dress - the same pink dress from your first date some eighteen months ago - and it bunched up between your ass and bradley’s jeans. you sucked in a breath.

oh.

you were still covered, still safe from any risk of indecent exposure, but oh it felt nice having your bare skin brush against bradley’s jeans. the jeans that were stretched across his big, strong, broad thighs. did he realize? did he know?

it was nice sitting on his lap; you were content, happy, warm. safe. it wasn’t something you’d ever done in front of other people before; normally, neither of you were this bold, but you weren’t yourself, it was too loud, too warm, too overwhelming in the hard deck. and bradley knew that. he knew you were fussy. he always knew when you needed to get out of your head.

a few minutes went by and you tuned into various conversations and groups, but you eventually focused back on your little group at the end of the booth with bradley, bob, and callie. they were talking about one of the college football games on earlier because bob was a big sec fan. at one point, the boys got so animated and bradley got so into gesturing with his hands that you slipped a little in his lap. and then -

and then bradley bounced you.

oh.

he bounced you on his thigh and tightened his arms around you to keep a better hold on you.

“sorry, kid,” he muttered in your ear and then went back to his conversation, completely unaware of the whimper you let out.

oh.

that felt nice. that felt good.

you loved when he bounced you on his thighs.

you loved when he let you ride his thighs.

see bradley liked when you’d have to work hard to get yourself off. sometimes, he made it a punishment. it was torture - he wouldn’t touch you and you’d have to work for your orgasm. you’d get so frustrated.

and once you’d finally reach your peak and your cum would streak across his thigh, he’d sink his fingers - his big, strong fingers - inside your cunt and you’d ride them for another round until you’d get rewarded with his cock.

this time the whimper you let out was a little louder, but still for bradley’s ears only.

“you okay, kid?” he bounced you again.

this time your legs spread a little wider under the table and you shifted in his lap. you were getting flustered, warm. surely the sweat was beading at the back of your neck, between your thighs -

“mmhmm, just slipped.” you took a huge sip of your cosmo, hoping to cool yourself down. god, this was so embarrassing. why were you getting like this? it was just a bounce. he hadn’t even meant to do it.

please don’t let him find out.

“yeah?” bradley bounced you again and your breath caught. “can’t have that - here.”

his thumbs dug into the tender flesh by your hips, anchoring you to him. you tried to shift, tried to squirm, but he wouldn’t budge.

“th-thanks.”

you took another sip of your cosmo. it was almost done, that had to be why you were reacting this way. three drinks normally made you tipsy, but not drunk, so it had to explain your flustered state and your heightened sense of arousal.

he knew. he had to know. he had to know how wet you were. how your pussy was clenching on nothing. how you wanted him to take you out of here and let you ride him in the car. maybe he’d finger you against the bronco like he did that night all those months ago?

bradley turned back to the group. “hey, why don’t you tell bob and callie about that project you’re kicking off at work?”

“oh. it’s not - it’s not really that exciting -”

“she’s lying,” bradley squeezed your hip, “come on, tell them about the project you’re presenting in london.”

callie gasped. “london? again? oh, i’m so jealous! how long are you going to be gone?”

“just a - a couple days. they’re scaling this project i did in the US for the EMEA market. just a - a presentation.”

somehow, when bob asked where you were staying and if you were doing anything fun while you were there, you managed to give a coherent answer. nearly coherent.

but then you turned the tables back on the two of them and asked if they were excited for their trip to see callie’s parents in bryn mawr. you didn’t know much about the area baring the fact that mary once went out there to interview for a teaching position, but that wouldn’t have mattered anyway since you could barely focus on the last minute details for callie’s sister’s wedding because of bradley’s stupid hands.

the first time he did it, you didn’t think much of it. okay so he took a sip of his beer and fiddled with the glass before he put his hand on your thigh. it was cold, no big deal.

but then he did it again when callie mentioned the gorgeous bridesmaids’ dresses. and again when bob praised callie’s speech draft. and again when they mentioned the welcome party on thursday was scheduled around the eagles’ game.

it was cold and you could feel your nipples hardening and your breath coming in faster and god - could everyone tell? did they notice? you didn’t want them to notice, you just wanted bradley to notice.

feeling bold, you tried to trap his cold hands between your thighs, but when bradley yanked his hand away, you almost lost your balance. and what else was he supposed to do but bounce you and get you settled back on his lap. he growled a warning in your ear.

oh god. you wanted it louder, you wanted it just for you. you weren’t wearing a bra, could anyone tell? you hoped bradley could tell.

you hoped bradley knew.

(you hoped daddy knew.)

the promise of what was to come was getting to be too much. you could have blamed it on the cosmos, the noise, the heat, the number of people, but it really was just one thing - bradley.

bob and callie were talking to natasha now, so it was just you and bradley at your end of the table.

“bubs?” you looked over your shoulder to meet bradley’s eyes and knew he was just as wrecked for you as you were him. “please?”

he cocked an eyebrow, looking entirely too smug. “aww sweetheart, why didn’t you just say you wanted to leave?” all the condescension did was make you want him more.

before you could respond, before you could try and say something clever, he cleared his throat and directed his next words to the entire table.

“‘think the kid and i are gonna head out.”

it only took a few moments to say your goodbyes - hugs from those who were easily able, waves to those who were not - and then you and bradley started meandering your way to the bar.

once again, after he paid your tab, bradley guided you out of the bar with his hands on your shoulders and a broad presence at your back. you whimpered at the thought of him inside you, your big, broad, beautiful boyfriend inside you, telling you that you were a good girl for him. such a good slut for him. for daddy.

it had been a couple months since you’d first said it - said daddy - but it still made your pussy clench and your heart beat wildly.

the moment you were out in the cool parking lot, you sighed back against his chest. the pulsating music that once felt too loud was now a calming presence as you got further away from the chaos.

“atta girl, you did such a good job with my teasing.” his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close so you could feel how much he wanted you. “you ready for your reward?”

“yes, daddy.”

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half an hour later, on their way way out, bob, callie, and natasha didn’t even notice that bradley’s car was still in the parking lot even after the two of you had supposedly left.

they also didn’t notice that the windows were fogged up. or that one of your sandals was on the ground by the driver’s seat door. 🤭

[twilghtkoo]

have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

pairings. streamer!haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

note. STOP RN ANON i haven’t seen that tiktok but i’ve seen some where ppl make a lil sprout bc a few months ago i crocheted me a sprout for my headphones 😭 but THIS IS SO CUTE BC HAECHAN WOULD LOVE IT thank u for sending me this,,,, here’s another streamer/gamer hyuck drabble

[ haechan masterlist | masterlist ]

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“i play val a few times but i prefer overwatch, they’re both enjoyable but overwatch is better in a lot of ways, for me personally. but if i’m in the mood for a tense flick-type game, then i play val.” haechan answers a comment, as he’s waiting in the game queue.

he’s sitting relaxed in his gaming chair as he watches the comments fill in. some disagree with him and some agree.

“which one does yn like? she likes overwatch more, she likes that there’s a more wide range of characters than val. she’s not really into fps games, she says they’re too intense for her.” he chuckles at that. “she only plays overwatch because i do and because she wanted to bond with me since it’s one of my favorite games. she’s cute,” he mumbles the last sentence, grinning as he continues reading numerous comments from his viewers.

chat is going crazy at the mention of you.

he’s about to read another comment before you quietly knock on his door, he whips his head around to see you carefully peeking your head through the crack of the door.

you have a sheepish smile, knowing he’s streaming and you didn’t want to bother him but you also have something you really wanted to show him.

haechan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, because he smiles at you waving you inside.

“what’s up baby?” he slides one side of his headset off, letting you know he’s listening.

you make sure to stay out of the camera since you’re only wearing a t-shirt, one of his t-shirts to be exact. and the end of the shirt stop just below your butt.

you take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a green crocheted sprout.

“ooo, what’s this?” his eyes widen as he carefully takes it into the palm of his hands to closely examine it. he admires how neatly each chain is and how precise it is to a sprout. the two leaves shaped perfectly.

“i made this for you, it’s a sprout and it’s supposed to go on your headset.” you explain.

he spins his chair around to face you and he slides off his headset. “really? how, put it on for me.”

you lightly giggle as you take the headset from him to slowly loop the sprout around the top.

you squeal out of excitement but also taking pride at how good it came out. “see!”

“woah, baby this is so cute.” he gasps, putting his headset back on and looks at himself on the camera.

“chat, look what yn made me!” he shows off the top of his head, scooting closer to the camera that sits on top of his monitor and scooting back.

“hi chat!” you spoke up, finally greeting yourself to his viewers.

“it looks like a sprout is growing on top of my head,” he expresses. shaking his head left to right watching the sprout wiggle.

he rolls his chair a bit off camera to wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “thank you, i love it. it’s staying on my headset.”

your arms circle around him before your hands curl around the back of his hair, softly tugging it. “you’re welcome, i’m gonna make me one now so we’re matching.”

you pat his back as he unwraps his arms around you and rolls back in front of his desk.

“bye chat!” you say out loud, as you’re at the door, blowing your boyfriend a kiss before leaving.

user i just want what they have

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #1: Jisung Pt. 2

NCT Jisung can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs (*Requested*)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut or this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Bottom NCT Jisung x Top male reader

Content: Spoon sex, Blowjob, Pinball Wizard (sex position), Dirty talk (just a little), You come inside Jisung, He comes on his stomach

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 1.6k (4.5k incl. Part 1)

You were spooning Jisung with your dick half way inside his firm ass. Your arm was wrapped around his body and your chest pressed against his back, when you began to fuck your friend from behind. Your hard shaft slid in and out of him at an increasingly fast pace.

Jisung bent forward, almost rolling into a ball. His upper body disappeared out of reach, and your hand slid from his chest to his back and side, down his waist and onto his ass cheeks. His ass pointed straight out at your crotch and you could see and feel the bone of his pelvis.

You scooted backwards and admired all of him. You enjoyed the view of his long neck and spine, the way he lay there on his side, and of your shaft disappearing and reappearing between his cheeks.

The sight, the sensation, and the thrill of getting to have sex with your best friend was amazing. You had never been so turned on and never felt so blessed. You certainly didn't want it to end.

That's why, when you felt an orgasm coming on, you suddenly pulled out. You yanked at Jisung's waist and he rolled to face you. You smiled at him when the length of his body returned into your arms, and he smiled back when your eyes met.

“Are you okay?” you asked and kissed him on the lips.

“Yeah,” Jisung said and grabbed your cock. “Give me more.”

That was a request you were happy to comply with. While engaged in a passionate make-out session you rolled your body onto Jisung's, who turned on his back and spread his legs wide for you.

You sat up on your knees, kissing and licking Jisung’s face and chest as your upper body moved away from him. Your hands were gliding along his sides, to his thighs and dick.

You waddled backwards on your knees, took Jisung’s dick and kissed it. Slowly, sensually, you wrapped your lips around the head, lowered your face onto it, and swallowed the shaft in your mouth.

Jisung instantly began to moan. He raised an arm above his head, closed his eyes and let your tongue pleasure his organ. You bobbed your head up and down while playing with your tongue around the shaft, wetting it from top to bottom.

The head poked against the roof of your mouth. It teased your throat, but you didn’t gag. It wasn’t your first blowjob.

“Ahh, fuck, stop, I’m gonna come,” Jisung whimpered. His body jolted and he grabbed your hair, pulling at it when you brought him close to the edge. Stopping was the last thing you wanted to do, but you also weren’t ready for Jisung to finish just yet.

You let go of the shaft and let it glide out of your mouth. Drenched in saliva, it fell onto Jisung’s stomach.

He stretched his arms and put his hands on your body, while you sat up straight and scooted closer to him. He felt your thighs, waist and reached for your chest while you positioned yourself between his legs. The way he touched and looked at you felt so good.

You took your dick and guided it, between Jisung’s cheeks just below his balls. You watched closely as the head slowly penetrated the hole. To tease and stretch your friend, you stuck the tip in and out slightly, while rubbing it in little circles around the pink area.

Jisung squeezed your thighs hard. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. “Ahh,” he moaned softly. “Yeah, fuck me.”

That was your queue to push all the way inside. You let go of the shaft as it disappeared into Jisung's ass. You gently caressed his legs, grabbed one and lifted it onto your shoulder.

Jisung straightened it and stretched it long, his foot waving in the air above your head. You straightened your back and pushed forward, to position yourself in a better angle for a deeper penetration.

You began to thrust your hips and ass faster, gliding in and out repeatedly. You wrapped an arm around Jisung's leg, and caressed his stomach softly with the other.

The longer you fucked, the further and deeper your body moved forward. When you were able to reach and touch Jisung's toned chest below you, you let go of his leg which slid down your shoulder and back onto the bed.

You took a firm grip around your friend's waist and pulled. He lifted his ass from the mattress and arched his back. He let go of your body and raised an arm above his head, which hit the headboard of the bed.

You pulled Jisung's entire body up your thighs and onto your shaft, penetrating him deeper than ever. The mattress rocked back and forth and began to slam violently against the bed, as you fucked hard on it.

Jisung's arched back stretched his torso in front of you. Holy shit, so sexy! you thought while looking at him – all of him – squirming while your cock hit his g-spot again and again.

You held tight around Jisung's pelvis. You pulled his slim body hard onto your groin. He felt so hot and sexy in your hands, and looked so amazing the way he arched and stretched and squirmed for you. His flat chest and firm bellybutton, skinny torso and adorable face. God knows you had wanted to do this with him ever since that first time you explored your sexuality together, several years ago.

Jisung raised his head and looked at you. Just like you were taking in the view of him, he was taking in the view of you. He grabbed his dick and began to stroke it.

While you thrust hard and repeatedly into him, he moaned and jerked himself off. You looked down at his hand and cock, pointing straight out in front of your crotch.

“Ahh, fuck, I'm gonna come!” you suddenly exclaimed and grimaced.

Jisung raised his head higher, and stroke his boner faster. He leaned on an elbow and his ass cheeks clenched as they slid up and down the top of your thighs.

“Ahh,” he moaned and his eyes widened. “Ahhh, fuck!”

“Fuck yeah, you're so hot Jisung!”

“Yes, yes,” he whimpered. ”Fuck me!”

“I'm gonna come!” you repeated.

“Me too,” Jisung exclaimed.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh!”

“Ahh, fu-fuuck!”

“I'm coming, I'm coming, Ahhhhhh!”

Your cock pulsed and exploded inside Jisung's ass, and your body jolted forward while your hands and arms tensed. You pulled your friend hard onto your shaft while you emptied yourself inside him. It felt incredible.

Simultaneously, Jisung shut his eyes and grimaced. He stroke his cock faster than ever, and you watched as pre-cum built up around the tip of the shaft before he came.

When he did, his produce oozed out of him and covered his hand. It dripped onto his stomach, and some ran to your thumb firmly clutching his waist.

His body shivered when he orgasmed. Every muscle in him tensed and the asshole tightened around your shaft. It squeezed every drop of cum out of you.

Jisung opened his mouth wide and panted heavily. You struggled to catch your breath and felt a drop of sweat trickle down your forehead. Sex was not at all what you had expected when you came to see your straight friend, but he had expressed a need for physical intimacy and you had certainly delivered on your offer to help him.

“Holy fuck,” you said between short-winded heaves. You watched as Jisung smiled and threw his head back, coming down from his own high.

He caught his breath and began to giggle. He relaxed his muscles and you felt the tight hole loosen its grip around your cock.

Slowly, you moved back to pull the shaft out of Jisung’s ass. His cheeks fell onto the mattress when your thighs disappeared from under him. His knees were bent over his stomach.

You spread his legs with your hand and looked at the pink hole. You poked around it with your finger and squeezed. A small amount of fresh cum dripped out from it.

“Let me clean you up,” you offered and suddenly got out of bed. You stood up and went to the bathroom, and returned with a roll of toilet paper.

You smiled at each other and giggled as you wiped Jisung's ass and stomach. “Was this what you needed?” you asked?

“Yeah,” Jisung said and smiled wider, a satisfied look in his eyes.

When you were done, he suddenly rolled on his stomach and stretched out his legs. You sat beside him and put your hand on his ass cheeks, gently stroking and massaging his gorgeous body. He twisted his neck to look at you.

“Come lay with me,” he said lovingly.

Your cock was soft and spent. You protected it with your hand as you lay down beside your friend, and put an arm and a leg on top of him. You cuddled up close and kissed.

“Thanks,” Jisung said.

“Do you still want a girlfriend?” you asked as a joke.

“Yes,” Jisung said, though you weren’t sure if he was serious.

You smiled back at him, then closed your eyes and buried your head in his shoulder. Maybe SM’s dating ban wasn’t so bad, if it meant you could have more days like today with your best friend.

Click here to read the next 'Dating Ban' story with NCT's Haechan.

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[dandylovesturtles]

Leo and Donnie, Treat (also love your works.. i got a prompt at 2am my time IMBI updated, and i woke up in a rush to read it)

Thank you!! A little Leo and Donnie treat for you ^^

Can you tell I didn’t know how to end this one?

No warnings this time

———

Mikey is out with Draxum and Splinter and Raph are out having father-son bonding time and Donnie is in the kitchen getting more coffee which means the sneeze he just heard from the living room has to be Leo.

The initial sneeze is followed by another, then a third and a fourth and a fifth because even with sneezing Leo has to be dramatic.

Donnie stares at his coffee and tries to rationalize. Maybe Leo just breathed some dust - Pizza Supreme knows they haven’t dusted in at least six months. Or maybe he got a tickle from some of Dad’s fur. Or he stared too hard at a light bulb.

Leo coughs, deep and hacking from his chest, followed up with a sniffle, and Donnie sighs and fills his coffee mug.

“Noooo, you can’t be sick,” he says as he walks out. “I’m the only one here to take care of you.”

Leo is sprawled in Splinter’s chair, wearing the hoodie he only wears in the lair in the dead of winter (or when he’s sick) and the fuzzy socks reserved for very cold days (or when he’s sick). He looks Donnie right in the face and says, “Well lucky for you I’m not sick.”

Like a liar.

“Yes you are,” says Donnie, exasperated.

“Prove it.”

“You have a temp of 100.4,” he says, goggles down now.

“I always run hot.”

“No you always run cold, dum-dum.” Donnie flicks the goggles back up, debating getting a mask before he goes any closer. “At least tell me if what you have is contagious.”

Leo sulks down further into the chair, but at least he’s not denying it anymore. “I did a test. It’s just a sinus infection, so, you’re safe.”

Well that’s good for Donnie, but it does not change the fact that Leo is sick. And Donnie is the only one here.

“I’ll make you some tea,” he says, and turns to go back in the kitchen.

“You still don’t have to take care of me,” Leo calls after him, but Donnie ignores him. He’s already going over what he needs.

He sets the tea kettle going, then heads for the train car they’re using as a medbay. They don’t have any antibiotics, so he has his computer search up the ones they need and then hack an order to a local pharmacy, paid for by an insurance company his family definitely doesn’t use. Then he sends a text to Raph asking him to pick it up on the way home.

(Raph texts back a few minutes later asking if they need to come back early, to which Donnie responds with a negative.)

In the meantime he grabs a decongestant and and fever reducer. Then some cough drops, and a box of tissues, because if left to his own devices Leo will be disgusting.

Then he’s off to Leo’s room for his blanket and pillow. When Leo’s sick, he sleeps better in front of the TV.

Finally he goes to their film collection and grabs a few of Leo’s favorite JJs to queue up. Then it’s back to the kitchen for the tea.

When he returns, arms and battleshell appendages laden, Leo is just finishing another coughing fit. He looks up through watery eyes that go wide on seeing Donnie.

“Thought you said you were getting tea,” he says.

“And a few other things.” He hands over the tea and the medicine. “Here.”

Leo takes it without complaint, at least. Donnie hands off his pillow next, then starts up the first movie. The opening refrain of Jupiter Jim Last Trip to the Moon 7 fills the otherwise quiet room.

There is one more thing that makes Leo feel better when he’s sick. If Mikey or Raph were here, Donnie would pass the job off to them, but they aren’t, so it falls to Donnie.

“Scoot over,” he says, matter-of-fact.

Leo looks bemused. And sleepy. Mostly sleepy. “Huh?”

“Scoot. You’re hogging the chair.”

It takes Leo another second, but he catches on. A small smile growing on his face, he shifts over so Donnie can fit next to him, rearranging the pillow so it’s behind both of them and the blanket so it’s draped over all four legs.

Then he reclines the chair a bit and opens his arms without comment.

Immediately Leo has snuggled in against him, head buried under Donnie’s chin. He lets out a long, content (but still very congested) sigh, wiggling a bit to get comfy.

“As soon as my legs fall asleep you’re getting dumped in the floor,” Donnie tells him with no bite.

“Sure, D,” Leo answers, already sounding drowsy.

Donnie does not dump Leo in the floor. Not even when Raph gets home, grinning as he takes a picture.

He can get his revenge for that later.

[gorae]

two's company, three's a crowd

pairing — kim sunwoo x gn!reader

tags — fluff, a few curse words, sunwoo, eric, and you are close friends, pining!sunwoo, i wasn’t planning to make it this long but i got carried away so 1.1k words <3 t_t

to say that the weather feels hot today is an understatement. to quote sunwoo, “it feels like you’re in satan’s asshole” (to which you punch his arm for giving you a visualization that you didn’t ask for).

you don’t remember whose idea it was to go to an amusement park at 12 pm on a hot summer day. it’s not like you could even attempt to remember anyway; the heat is causing your brain to hot wire and all you can think of is dumping a bucket of iced water over your head.

“it’s so hot today,” you whine, complaining for the nth time. you fight against the urge to lean back against the bench since it might cause your clothes to stick against your sweat-slick back.

“you know why it’s hotter than usual?” eric asks.

unlike you, eric sits comfortably with his back resting against the bench, paying no mind to the clothes clinging on to his skin. you eye his muscle tank enviously. you should’ve worn something like that.

“no.”

he pops a piece of cotton candy that he tore off into his mouth. “it’s because i’m here.”

you stare blankly at eric, to which he responds with a shameless grin.

“what were you talking about?”

you look up, squinting a bit before your eyes adjust to the bright lighting. sunwoo stands before you, with a glorious chocolate milkshake in his hand. you gulp at the sight.

“nothing.” you answer. “eric was being annoying. you know; as usual.” you scoot a little in your seat, letting sunwoo sit in between you and eric.

“so nothing out of the ordinary.”

“yeah.”

“i’m sitting right here, you know,” eric chimes in.

sunwoo looks at him pointedly. “we know.”

eric scoffs before eating another piece of his cotton candy. both of you snicker at his response.

conversations (and bickering) between the three of you continue as per usual, but your eyes are still trained on sunwoo’s beverage. droplets of water roll off the plastic surface, making you wonder how refreshing it would be to gulp the drink down your parched throat.

as if on cue, sunwoo takes a sip of his milkshake, and you can only watch as his adam’s apple bob up and down as he drinks. groaning internally, you regret refusing to go stand in a long line and buy drinks with sunwoo. the queue would’ve been worth it.

sunwoo isn’t oblivious to your longing stare. in fact, he’s noticed it ever since he approached you and eric. he’s been patiently waiting for you to ask him for a sip yourself; that was until he’s grown tired of the miserable expression on your face. “y/n.”

“hm?”

sunwoo smiles in amusement. your eyes are still on his milkshake, even when he called your name. “my eyes are up here.”

you blink, finally making eye contact with him. “right.”

sunwoo surpresses a laugh, overcome by the unbearable need to coo at your cute expression when you frown involuntarily. “you thirsty?” he outstretches his hand, offering you his drink.

your eyes shine. you look like you just won five million dollars when all sunwoo did was offer you his drink. “really?”

he nods his head. it didn’t take you long for you to register his approval. you immediately take a few gulps of the cold, sugary drink as he holds the cup still for you.

sunwoo freezes. he knows this isn’t a big deal. it shouldn’t be a big deal. but he feels like there’s something intimate about you drinking from a cup that he’s still holding instead of taking it from him beforehand. or maybe it’s not that big of a deal and he’s just overthinking it.

you pull away, and sunwoo quickly recovers from his frozen state. but much to his confusion, instead of grinning and thanking him, your eyebrows are knit together. “sunwoo, i think you need to get your milkshake away from me. i might finish it.”

he laughs and then shrugs. “i don’t mind.”

you ignore him. sunwoo watches your eyes travel from him to his drink, and then to the line in front of the shop selling cold beverages. “i think i’m gonna go get my own.”

“i’ll get another one. you can have mine.” sunwoo offers while he watches you stand up and collect your things.

you stay motionless for a bit, considering his offer. still, you shake your head. “no, it’s okay. i want to try a different flavor anyway.”

nodding, he lets you go without saying another word. he watches your retreating back as you walk to the far end of the line. you catch his eye and give him a small wave and a grin. sunwoo smiles back, his heart missing a few beats.

“dude.”

sunwoo jumps in his seat. he has completely forgotten about eric’s existence, who’s sitting right next to him. eric sniggers at his reaction while sunwoo turns to him with a bored expression. “what?”

“you are so obvious.”

“shut up.” sunwoo rolls his eyes.

he regrets telling eric about his crush on you. at first, sunwoo gave him the benefit of the doubt. he believed that maybe, eric is going to be an amazing wingman for him and help him out. but to be perfectly candid, he’s been nothing but a pain in the ass.

a few seconds of silence pass, and eric’s lips morph into a smirk.

sunwoo knows that smirk. it’s the ‘i-know-something-you-don’t’ smirk. he has to hold himself back before he tries to punch the smirk off eric’s face. “god, whatever you’re gonna say, just say it. the look on your face is really annoying me.”

“are you sure you want me to-”

“eric, for fuck’s sake-”

“okay, okay! fine.” eric throws his hands up in defense. and then he smirks. again. “you just shared a straw with y/n.”

sunwoo cocks an eyebrow, wordlessly asking eric to continue.

eric sighs, mumbling an insult to sunwoo’s intelligence under his breath. “meaning… you just indirectly kissed them.”

eric’s laughter becomes white noise as sunwoo realizes the shared indirect kiss between the two of you. his mind turns blank, his heartbeat rapidly beating in his ears. heat travels up to his face when his eyes unknowingly went back searching for you and met yours. you tilt your head, confused with his expression.

after shaking his head at you, sunwoo angrily whips his head to face eric again. “thanks a lot, man. really,” he says flatly, a deadpan expression on his face.

eric snorts. it’s funny that he’s still trying to seem nonchalant when the obvious tinge of red is coloring the tips of sunwoo’s ears. “no problem. but maybe actually mean it next time.”

“fuck you.”

sunwoo is never inviting eric to hang out together ever again.

[crazyperiods]

Day 1: Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg

~Driving~

Perfect!Dolls

Ocean's brow was furrowed more than usual. The rest of the choir was screaming in the backseat to whatever musical Constance was playing on the radio.

Ocean had insisted that she play the music but Noel made a comment about her music taste being that of "A stale widow." Whatever that meant. So now, Ocean was forced to listen to whatever was in the queue, praying that some of the songs she requested were coming up (or had even been added.)

Ocean peeked over at the girl in the passenger seat, Penny. She had to keep focused on the road, otherwise she would stare at Penny the whole time she was driving. The only thing keeping Ocean sane, was that Penny wasn't screaming as well. While the green-eyed girl was in the most theatre productions out of everyone in the car, she was somehow the quietest one (besides Ricky) in the whole car.

Ocean took a deep breathe and relaxed a bit, smiling softly to herself.

~~~~~~~~~~

The crew stopped at a gas station so Ocean could check the map. Noel and Mischa helped Ricky to the bathroom. Constance went to go buy snacks. Ocean and Penny stayed in the car to chart the course for the rest of the trip.

"I'm thinking if we keep going down CanAm we can make another stop in Prince Albert, and we should only be a few more hours out from Edmonton." Penny told Ocean.

Ocean just stared at Penny, listening without really listening.

Penny kept talking, the ginger female scooted over in the driver's seat to try and get closer to Penny. She was trying to be sneaky but clearly wasn't.

Penny noticed this and shook her head. They had established that they had liked each other long before the trip, Penny didn't know why Ocean was being so timid.

Penny put her arm around Ocean and pulled herself a little closer, being careful not to fall out of her seat.

Ocean tensed up and looked at Penny. She saw a smile looking back at her and she blushed. She relaxed a little bit seeing Penny, she felt comfortable and safe. Penny leaned a little closer, sending Ocean into a bit of a mental panic, leaving her unsure on what to do.

Ocean leaned closer. Time slowed. Penny leaned closer... and...

Time stopped.

Ocean couldn't breathe, but she felt Penny's short nose breaths against her cheek. She sat there, eyes shut tight. This moment couldn't end. Not in a million years. But that's when the choir came back.

@rtcpickyourpoison

[mj2606k]

Ma Yawne Olo’eyktan

Pairing: Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Characters: Tonowari, Fem!Reader, child!Aonung, child!Tsireya, unborn child

Warnings: None, a little kissing and their queues bond (non-sexually) but then just soft sleepy morning fluff + family cuddle pile

A/N: I’m starting to repost some of my old writings from on here, hope you guys enjoy! ^-^

•~Reader’s POV~•

I awake with a quiet yawn, stretching before opening my eyes slightly, squinting at the sunlight slowly beginning to sneak into our Marui. Rolling over to avoid the light, I rest my forehead against Tonowari's chest and nuzzle him a bit, smiling softly when he also wakes up with a rather loud yawn.

As my mate wakes up fully, his arm tightens slightly around my waist where it had been resting all night, his hand splayed protectively across my growing stomach. Now he leaned down and pursed his lips slightly for a kiss, causing me to giggle quietly before leaning up and connecting our lips in a soft kiss. His hand came up to gently cup the side of my face, rubbing his thumb over my cheek slowly when we disconnected our lips.

We laid together for a while, Tonowari's hand absentmindedly rubbing over my stomach gently while we just talked to each other, catching up on how our jobs within the clan were going over the past week. Eventually Tonowari goes quiet and for a moment I fear that something is wrong until he just sits up and carefully scoots down the length of our hammock before laying back down, his face now level with my stomach as I was laying on my side still facing him. He grabs his queue and lifts it over his shoulder, looking up to me for permission before gently grabbing my queue when I nod and connecting them carefully.

As the bond settles we both become more calm, any tenseness in our muscles disappearing as he just leans down once again and starts gently pressing kisses all over my stomach, a smile gracing both our face as we both feel the baby kick, the bonding of our queues making it so much easier for Tonowari to feel the baby rather than trying to feel it through my stomach. As she continued kicking for a bit of time, Tonowari starts quietly singing a section of his songcord to her through my stomach, his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead lightly against my stomach. I simply let him, smiling at the sound of my mate's voice and reaching down to gently play with his hair, which was down and very curly since he had let me take out the braids last night before bed.

We just relaxed together for a few moments before we heard the quiet pitter-patter of feet against the floor of our Marui, heading towards the direction of our room. Tonowari returned to laying normally next to me, his arm once again gently wrapping around my waist as he spoke quietly to our other children, Aonung and Tsireya, who were standing just out of view from our bedroom door and giggling quietly to each other. "Come in, children." The kids wasted no time running into the room and promptly jumping up onto our hammock next to us, Aonung crawling up to rest in the space between us while Tsireya sat on top of my legs so she could look down at my belly, smiling at it.

I gently took one of Tsireya's hands and took one of Aonung's as well, smiling when they both watched my movements as I directed their hands to rest on my stomach. After a few minutes the baby began kicking again and both of my two other kids almost squealed with delight, excited at the prospect that they would be able to meet their new sister soon.

While they felt along my stomach carefully I began to doze off slightly, Tonowari taking notice as he gently disconnects our queues and manages to get the kids to calm down, both of them ending up settled in the space between us, Tonowari's last words to me being "Go back to sleep, ma yawne (my beloved)." before I slipped off to sleep.

[the-blackened-pearl]

STORYTIME!!

let me tell you a tale about my afternoon at Magic Kingdom (Disney World) today

— me, mom, and grandpa come out of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride

— right off to the side is Jack fucking Sparrow

— There was no previous indication that Jack would be here. no announcement. no set times. nothing on the website or within the park.

— This is clearly a once in a lifetime opportunity here

— I immediately knew I wasn’t gonna leave until I got a picture

— unfortunately it was at that exact time dear ol’ Jack’s break was to begin

— but I am a patient woman

— I thank the Lord that we start slowly walking (re: scootering in grandpa’s case) down the path of Adventureland as my mom tries to figure out how to reunite with the rest of the fam (they were on Main Street lmao)

— I’m a bit zoned out, furiously thinking of ways to conjole mom into staying a bit longer (like, 10 minutes at least because Jack would be back by then) so I can get that damn photo

— my pirate hat suddenly tips forward into my eyes

— someone has moved it

— I readjust it

— I turn around

— It’s Jack Fucking Sparrow

— me, eloquently: “Oh, hello!!”

— Jack grins

— he runs off

— I follow, still confused on how this picture business is supposed to go

— NOW he’s on break. rip

— good news: the rest of the fam is coming to us

— I get to stay 🎉

— bad news, but also kinda fun news: you gotta catch Jack to take a picture with him

— I accept the challenge

— we hunker down nearby the ride

— I lie in wait for Jack to return

— Mom and I wander around close to the entrance of the ride

— the fam joins grandpa by his scooter

— suddenly, I spot him

— Jack ducks into the line for the ride

— Mom and I follow

— he’s taking pictures with a couple people

— he’s surrounded on all sides by people btw

— stuck, right?

— NOPE

— Jack makes his grand escape via THE FLORA (how IC can you get??)

— he camouflages himself well enough I don’t see him for like 20 seconds

— he scoots out of line into the empty part of the queue

— but I’m in luck

— it’s a straight shot to the empty queue

— I book it

— Jack’s fidgeting with the queue rope, back turned to me

— I tap his shoulder

— He turns around now (haha!!)

— me, grinning: “Hello again!”

— Jack: “Took you 25 minutes but you finally caught me! 😜 For your persistence…we can take a picture 😁”

— “I’m glad you kept the hat.” He also tells me after we hug :3

— we take the picture

— we high five afterwards

— I tell him he’s my favorite pirate

— Jack: “As I should be! 😄”

— me, laughing: Absolutely!!

— we say bye

— I’m vibrating from excitement and adrenaline for the rest of the night and grinning like a maniac

— Trip absolutely MADE