#hope I’m wording this right haha

[theythemmer]

im trying to sleep but i can’t

how’d you know that?

[padfootastic]

Foundations of Decay — Chapter 12!!!

man, i cannot believe. talk about mania. but! this chapter is solely dedicated to our two heroes <3 expect flying, yapping, hugging, all the fun stuff 🥰

[peapod20001]

I wonder how many times I’ve googled whether I’m having a panic attack or an anxiety attack...

[sunshinereblogs0]

dress to impress get fucked .ᐟ (maknae line)

i present: stray kids making you wear the sluttiest thing out just so they can ruin you in it later

genre: smut, minors dni. word count: 500~ish warnings: public sex, degradation, forced orgasm, possessive behavior, overstimulation, spit, creampies, breeding talk, semi-public risk. a/n: if you’re gonna dress like a whore, they’ll fuck you like one. simple math ♡ here is part two with our beloved maknaes!! based of this ask. sorry i feel like this came out totally bad and not like i imagined it :((( hope yall still like it. another disclaimer: this accidentally landed on my reblog 😭 my main is @sunshineangel0 btw haha

-> hyungs

HAN JISUNG Jisung doesn’t just pick the outfit, he makes it. Cuts the hem of your skirt higher, snips the front of your top so your tits nearly spill out when you breathe. He makes you stand still while he folds the waistband of your panties down, low enough that your whole slit’s on display if the wind hits right. “Gotta advertise what’s mine, yeah?” he grins, snapping a picture from behind. “Gonna be begging for it later. I can feel it.”

All night he plays it off like he’s sweet. Laughing, kissing your cheek, dancing behind you in the club with both hands on your hips, but his fingers keep dipping under your skirt like he can’t help himself. He whispers the dirtiest shit while you pretend to ignore the way your knees buckle: bet they’d die if they knew you were soaking for me already. Look at ‘em staring. You like putting on a show that bad, baby?

You don’t even make it back to the car. He pulls you into a dark alley behind the club and fingers you up against the brick wall, grinding into your ass while you cry into his hoodie. When you start to shake, he shoves your panties aside and fucks you raw right there, one hand choking you, the other shoved in your mouth to muffle the sounds. “Whine all you want, pretty baby. You wanted to be fucked like a slut, this is what that means.”

When he cums, he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking into the mess, your whole body twitching. “We’re not done ‘til I say so.”

LEE FELIX Felix picks something illegal. Tiny mesh bodysuit under an open skirt, no bra, no pasties, no coverage. He makes you model it in front of him, legs spread wide on the bed while he plays with your nipples through the fabric. “You’re gonna wear this out? Damn,” he groans. “Gonna have to fuck you in every room just to calm down.”

At the club, he can’t stop touching you. His hand’s always on your thigh, sliding between your legs to remind you he owns it. When you squirm, he kisses your neck. “Be good, baby. Save it for later.” But it’s all a lie, he can’t wait. The second you start grinding back into his lap during a slow song, he snaps.

He takes you to the VIP bathroom and bends you over the sink without a word. Bodysuit pushed to the side, skirt bunched around your waist, his fingers shoved into your mouth as he rails you from behind, deep and fast. “God, you’re loud. Want the whole place to know who’s fucking you, huh?” he pants, watching your tits bounce in the mirror.

When you start to clench, he growls, “That’s it. Cum on my cock, make a fucking mess,” and you do, legs shaking, eyes rolling back. He cums so deep you feel it dripping down your thighs the whole walk home.

“You better not change when we get there. I’m gonna ruin that outfit again.”

KIM SEUNGMIN Seungmin acts like he’s annoyed when you wear something revealing, but it’s all part of the game. He lets you choose, just stares when you walk out in that microscopic dress, eyebrows raised. “Guess you’re asking for attention tonight.” His voice is flat, but he’s hard already. “Hope you know what that means.”

He’s quiet all night, just watching. Barely touches you, doesn’t say much, but the second someone looks at you too long, his fingers find your thigh, firm grip, a warning. He’ll wait until you’re confused, needy, thinking maybe he won’t fuck you after all.

Then, in the car, he drags you over the console and fucks you sideways while the engine’s still running. No warm-up. Just splits you open with one sharp thrust, hand clamped over your mouth while he mutters, “Who gave you permission to look like this? Hm? Answer me.” You can’t, your brain’s gone, the window’s fogged up, his hips bruising your thighs.

He pulls out before you cum, makes you finish on his fingers while he watches. “Sluts like you don’t deserve it easy,” he spits. “Look at the state of you. Ruined before we even got home.”

YANG JEONGIN Jeongin pretends he’s shy, but he’s the worst. Smiles all sweet when he zips you into a dress with no back, no bra, and nothing underneath. “Think anyone’ll notice you’re not wearing panties?” he asks, pretending it’s innocent. It’s not.

He touches you everywhere in public. Traces your spine with his fingertips, palms your ass when you lean against the bar. He giggles when you flinch, when you squeeze your thighs together to stop leaking. “You okay?” he teases. “You look desperate.”

He fucks you in a gas station bathroom on the way home. Bent over the sink, dress flipped up, his hand locked over your mouth as he wrecks you with fast, shallow thrusts. “You gonna cry? Thought you wanted to be a whore for me,” he pants, watching your mascara run.

When he finishes, he doesn’t let you clean up. Just pulls the dress back down and kisses your cheek like nothing happened.

“You’ll still be dripping when we get home. That’s the point.”

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[lixies-favorite-cookie]

don't cry over spilled milk ・l.f.

🌸 — felix who both teaches both you and your daughter "accidents happen" when she spills her sippy cup on his new rug.

🍼 — paring・dad!felix x mom!reader // genres・ hurt&comfort, angst, fluff // words・1.4k // warnings・abuse is a very heavy subtext in the readers reaction specifically fear of fathers, a pretty heavy panic attack, talks about trauma, pain, wounds and everything that goes along with that. felix is the most sickeningly sweet man alive in this.

a/n・ i recently got a notification that somebody reblogged this original story that i posted on my old blog last year around this time and i physically cringed because it was...so..bad...i'm in pain. i used so many words wrong like i used the word obscene in a sentence?? it was meant to be a happy sentence?? what was i thinking?? anyways haha i like this version a lot more and i hope you do too!! (am i off of hiatus? maybe? will probably drop off the plant for a little bit longer??) is this any better idk i'm anxious and sleep deprived so probably not

There was little validity to the statement—don’t cry over spilled milk—when your one-year-old just dumped her entire sippy cup on your husband's new six-hundred-dollar rug. There weren't enough adjectives in the English language to describe the horror that washed over you as the milk turned into a bright white stain atop the black furnishing.

It was completely irrational, you were fully aware of that, but the anxiety that coiled underneath your ribs and encased your lungs still persisted. You took a deep breath, desperately shoving away the memories that flickered underneath your clenched eyelids like a dying candle's rebirth. 

Your father, ever the perfectionist, never would have let something like this slide. Felix wasn’t like that. Felix was a good father, a gentle father. Lee Felix would never even utter the word—spanking—around your kid let alone act on such a thing; but as your trembling fingers pick up the sippy cup, cold, hard doubt pierces you.

The world swirls around you as you stumble towards the kitchen, cup clattering into a dirty sink. You worked through this. Damn it, you did! All of that was over. This was different. Felix was different. A broken cycle, a generational curse drowned in love and care. 

Then, why couldn’t you take a fucking b r e a t h?

Your clammy palms gripped the sink until your knuckles turned white. Until Ha-Yun stopped babbling in the corner and throwing cheerios onto the ground. Until you heard the deafening sound of your keypad—click, click, clicking. 

The door opened, and there’s this moment where the world is entirely watercolor. His gaze catches yours, and as he slowly sets his coat onto the arm of the couch, all you can see is your father. “Y/N?”

How could you have been so stupid? How could you have let him see what happened? It was still there because stains don’t magically go away, and spilled milk was something worth crying over. This was all your fault. 

You don’t dare look at him as you drop to your knees beside Ha-Yun, scrubbing at the white. It wasn’t coming off. It wasn’t coming off. You scrub harder, scrub until your knuckles burn and the tears drip down your neck. It still wasn’t coming off. 

“I’m sorry,” your voice cracks. “I’ll get it up. I’ll clean it right now, please just go take a shower. I’ll deal with Ha-Yun after. Please, j-just i-it’s fine, e-everything's f-fine—” You were not fine. It showed in the way your spine arched and trembled as Felix grew near. It showed when he curled his pointer finger around your chin, and gently eased your eyes up. It showed in the way, for a split second, you looked like you were five all over again, naive and terrified. 

Felix gasps, the sound soft and broken, and then, without a second thought, he drops to the floor and pulls you onto his lap, curling his arms protectively around your quivering figure. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, his body said it all. 

He pressed his lips atop the crown of your head over and over, and you could finally breathe again, filling your lungs with the scent of his cologne and his sweet, sweet love for you. His love—the kind you had only dreamed of before him and knew you could never find again. Lee Felix was everything to you. 

He rocked you back and forth, brushing your hair out of your face to flash you a calming, comforting smile. “Wanna tell me what happened?” You must look like a wreck—face blotchy and red, snot dripping down your nose, tears straining your cheeks—and yet, he’s still looking at you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. 

Your face heats up and you bury your nose into his shirt, giving a small shake of the head. You were still dizzy from your panic attack and the thought of opening up was enough to make your stomach turn all over again. “No…I’m sorry”

Felix wasn’t oblivious to your past, if anything he helped you through many hard days, but you had never been this vulnerable with him quite yet. You thought you’d already gotten over it, but clearly, some wounds never heal. You would beat yourself up over it a lot. There were nights where you stayed with Felix at the kitchen table until sunrise, working through your issues. You hated yourself for how quickly you could unravel or how, even unto death, your father haunted your life. 

You were convinced that your past was something you should hide, and frankly, he thought that was bullshit. Felix would kiss every pain and doubt until all that you remembered about your scars was his love and the feeling of his lips. 

He’s still working on that father wound, though. He had a feeling he’d be working on that one for a while. 

Ha-Yun had other plans when she nailed Felix in the forehead with one of her cheerios, reminding them both that they had a life to live outside this little bubble. He would hold you until the sun set, but he had a baby and a mess on the carpet that would be ten times harder to clean if he left it sitting. 

“I’ll go get a towel,” You say, putting up those walls again as you brave face, sending Ha-Yun a dazzling smile that makes her laugh and smack her highchair in joy. Felix is having none of it. 

He ignores your protests when he scoops you up, cupping the backs of your knees and laying you onto the couch with a soft “oof.” You pout, crossing your arms like a petulant toddler. “Let me help you.” 

Felix kisses you once more, effectively shutting you up before pulling away with a mischievous grin. “You’re going to sit there and look pretty, okay?” 

He doesn’t wait for your stubborn refusals, he’s already heading to the kitchen, ripping off some paper towels and tossing them onto the mess before pulling Ha-Yun from her highchair. 

You jolt up, heart quicking instinctively. 

“I’m going to help her clean it up” Felix quickly reassures, voice kind and patient. “I’m going to teach her how to pick up a mess, that’s all. No pain and no punishment, I swear.” 

You slump back into the couch, a sigh of relief dispelling from your lungs, though you were still alert, eyes locked onto his every movement. Ha-Yun beams, all gummy and innocent joy as she spits incoherent nonsense that Felix pretends to understand very intently. 

“Is that right?” He gasps, setting her next to the spill. “You really, really wanna help me clean up your mess?” Ha-Yun’s face drops. She blinks, once, twice, before her entire face contorts into an absolutely devastating side eye. Felix’s jaw drops, and it takes him a solid twelve seconds to recover before he’s looking over at you and bursting out laughing. 

“You’ve got a lot of sass for a baby…probably got it from your mama,” His lip quirks up, glancing at you from the side to capture your reaction. 

You stop mid-laugh, offended,” Y’know what—” 

“—looking pretty.” He sings, interrupting you with a playful grin. You have to fight not to glare at him. Felix snickers before sobering up and placing his hands atop her tiny ones, gently guiding her to the layer of paper towels. “You made a mess, and that’s okay, but you’re going to have to clean it up now, okay.” The girl looks down at the mess, blinks, and you can see the gears turning in her head when she starts carefully moving her hands back and forth on the rug. 

“That’s it,” His voice is as warm as honey and as soft as silk, his eyes glow with pride and a fatherly smile spreads over his lips. “Accidents happen, Ha-Yun, you never grow out of them. You just gotta learn to clean them up.”

As you watch the scene unfold before you, you feel it from your head to your toes, the emotion that threatens to spill out of you. It was bliss, or perhaps something greater—something that tasted like contentment and the felt like his kisses sealing all your wounds shut. You weren’t healed yet, not even close, but as Felix said, accidents happen—you never grow out of them. 

And if he got to choose, he would hold your hand through every single one. 

[kxsagi]

HEYY I LOVED bllk characters when their gf says they'll sleep on the couch after an argument fanfic can you write about when u tell bllk boys to sleep on the couch after an argumenttttt

Feel free to ignore<3

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 😭”

a/n: thank you!!! post where gf! reader says she’ll sleep on the couch is here

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, ness alexis, otoya eita, aiku oliver

itoshi rin

"sleep on the couch." 

he just blinks. you could tell him to sleep on a battlefield and he’d still look at you with the same amount of passive aggression. 

“fine.” 

but that night? loudest passive aggressive sighs ever. every three minutes. 

you hear him dramatically shifting the blanket like he’s trying to fold a parachute. 

he keeps walking back and forth to the kitchen so you see him being miserable. 

eventually stands by the door like a sad victorian ghost until you break and call him back in. 

“i knew you’d miss me.” 

you throw a pillow at him and he smiles. 

isagi yoichi

you say it and this man is like 🧍 “... really?” 

tries to reason with you like it’s a team huddle. 

“okay i know i messed up but can we have a second half? maybe a redo? golden goal?” 

ends up quietly walking to the couch like he’s been benched. 

lays there with his arms crossed like he’s been wrongfully imprisoned. 

keeps refreshing your shared photos on his phone like it's going to heal him. 

the second you walk out for water, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes. 

you sigh and drag him back, and he’s like “thanks love, i was gonna get a cramp i swear.” 

itoshi sae

you tell him to sleep on the couch and he just shrugs. 

"kinda comfier anyway." 

oh. OH. you are fuming. 

he absolutely does it on purpose to make you more annoyed. 

but lowkey he's checking the bedroom door every five minutes to see if you'll come out. 

eventually sends you a text from the living room like: "come argue with me again. i miss your face when you're mad." 

you don’t respond. 

20 minutes later he peeks into the room, lays half of his body on the bed like a cat, and goes: “what if we… didn’t fight and made out instead?”

kaiser michael

"sleep on the couch." 

"haha. that's cute. you're joking." 

when you glare, he laughs, nervously. 

he starts walking toward the couch like he's headed to the electric chair. 

dramatically flops down, limbs splayed like a fallen protagonist. 

“i hope you're happy. you've separated a king from his throne.” 

texts you from ten feet away: "thinking of you. missing you. dying slowly. xoxo." 

at 3 AM, you wake up to find him curled up by the door like a golden retriever. 

“schatz, this floor is emotional torture. please.” 

mikage reo

he actually looks offended that you’d even suggest it. 

“me? on the couch? do you know how many beds i own?” 

but still does it with a dramatic sigh and a blanket over his head like a sulky prince. 

orders room service to the living room like he's at a hotel. 

sends you snapchats from the couch: "me, alone, heartbroken, eating soufflé." 

at 2 AM, he's in bed with you again like nothing happened. 

“sorry. i had a nightmare that you hated me. oh wait.” 

nagi seishiro

"... do i have to?" 

pouts like a child. lays on the couch with a big sigh, blanket halfway on, limbs dangling. 

sleeps for five minutes. comes back and lays next to the bed like a cat. 

mumbles something like, “if i’m close enough, it still counts, right?” 

you cave after ten minutes and pat the bed. 

he flops in without a word and wraps himself around you. 

“arguments suck. sleep is better.” 

shidou ryusei

laughs when you tell him. 

“damn, so i really pissed you off, huh? you sound kinda hot when you're angry.” 

does not go to the couch. 

instead, lays down on the floor beside the bed. 

“i’ll sleep here. like a punished puppy. see if you can resist this tragic scene.” 

at some point, starts fake-snoring obnoxiously loud on purpose. 

“babe i’m gonna get scoliosis. let me in.” 

you hit him with a pillow, but he grins. 

and ends up in the bed anyway, arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala. 

bachira meguru

gasps like you slapped him. 

“not the COUCH!! my mortal enemy!!!” 

drags himself there like he’s acting out a shakespearean tragedy. 

sends you dramatic selfies with captions like "farewell, cruel bedroom." 

makes a blanket fort and names it “meguru’s heartbreak castle.” 

sings sad songs until you peek out. 

“oh look! my favorite person! wanna join my castle of sorrow?” 

you roll your eyes but smile, and you end up under the couch fort with him, cuddled up and giggling. 

karasu tabito

you say “sleep on the couch” and he just stares at you for a second. 

then dramatically clutches his chest like “ouch. my favorite girl just assassinated me.” 

“how am i supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions?” 

makes a whole production of walking to the couch. robe on, hood up, slippers squeaking. 

literally throws himself on it with a groan. “RIP karasu tabito, died of neglect.” 

keeps loudly fake-crying into a pillow like he’s in a telenovela until you yell at him to shut up. 

immediately perks up: “you miss me?” 

crawls back to bed and goes “thanks babe, i hated that.” 

ness alexis

freezes. short-circuits. like you just said the world’s most horrible sentence. 

“... the couch?” with puppy eyes. 

starts trying to fix things IMMEDIATELY. pulling out tea, snacks, compliments, an apology powerpoint. 

“i didn’t mean it like that. you’re always right. even when you’re wrong, you’re right.” 

but when he realizes you’re serious, he grabs a pillow and makes a little sad pile on the couch. 

“it’s okay… i deserve this…” (said in a sniffly mouse voice). 

you check on him and he’s sitting upright, staring into space like he’s been emotionally waterboarded. 

you give in after 20 minutes. he doesn’t even smirk, he just clings to you with teary eyes like “never again please.” 

otoya eita

“couch? oh baby, you’re kicking me out again? kinky.” 

you glare. he holds his hands up, backing off, still grinning. 

flops dramatically on the couch with the energy of a rom-com male lead post-breakup. 

“what are you gonna do without me over there? miss me? dream of me?” 

still manages to flirt from across the apartment. texts you: “thinking about you. and your legs. mostly your legs.” 

ends up sweet-talking his way back into bed by whispering apologies and kissing your hand like some tragic prince. 

“c’mon, i learned my lesson. also, the couch is bad for my back. and my heart.” 

aiku oliver

laughs when you tell him. “damn, you’re really mad, huh?” 

goes along with it, but not without a fight. 

“you sure you’ll be able to sleep without your personal heater slash bodyguard slash boyfriend?” 

turns the living room into a man cave. turns on soccer replays. 

but when he realizes you’re actually not coming out, he shuts everything off and just lays there in silence like a sad old man. 

eventually walks back in, shirtless, arms crossed: “look. this is stupid. i’d rather be next to you than be right.” 

and you’re like “whoa whoa since when are you mature?” 

he grins, climbs back in, and mumbles into your neck: “just for you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[l0vergirlwrites]

Absolutely OBSESSED with ur fics girl 🫶🫶, could you by any chance do one where Spencer has surgery (maybe he got injured in the field or smth) and afterwards he’s on anaesthesia, and reader is taking him home and Spence doesn’t recognize her cause he’s high AF and is like “back off I have a gf (referring to reader)” and is all like complimenting her and stuff??? I definitely did not get this from a tiktok HAHA (it would probably have to be season 1 Spencer tho cause we all know how Spencer feels about narcotics in the later season 😭😭)

TYYY ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WORK AHHH AND EVEN IF YOU DONT DO THIS THATS ALGDS CAUSE UR A QUEEN ❤️❤️

anaesthetic makes the heart grow fond ; spencer reid

synopsis: after getting his wisdom teeth removed, it only makes sense that you’re the only thing on spencer’s mind. but when he doesn’t initially recognize you under his anaesthetic haze, you can’t help but play along & feel yourself fall harder for him.

warnings: established relationship with spencer & fem!reader, mentions of blood & wisdom teeth related themes, spencer just being a total goof & lover boy (season 1 spencer particularly)

note: thank you so much for the request! & thank you for the compliment, you’re so kind anon! i hope you enjoy 💌

“… here is a list of his prescribed medications. they should be ready to be picked up at his selected pharmacy later today…”.

with his eyes shut, spencer tried to listen closely to the muffled voices from the hallway as he breathed in & out through his nose, his mouth feeling heavy from his swelling cheeks & gauze pressed firm into his gums.

he couldn’t shake the cold feeling that spread from his head to his toes, knowing that it was from the local anaesthetic his dentist administered.

but it still made his stomach a little queasy.

“are you feeling a bit warmer now, baby?” a soft voice spoke with accompanying footsteps, causing spencer to open his hazel eyes.

he looked at you a little hazy, eyes blinking slow as he tried to speak, but the action hurt more than he thought it would.

leaning closer to the long chair he occupied, you grabbed one of his hands & rubbed a star like pattern onto his knuckles, shushing him gently. your touch sent shivers down spencer’s spine, spreading all over his skin like molasses.

it felt nice.

“gotta speak slow, spence. don’t want to hurt your mouth too much okay?”.

your lips turned into a sympathetic smile because you could see the exhaustion & pain riddled in his face, causing you to rise your free hand to smooth the crease between his eyebrows.

he spoke your name slow & choppy, mumbling the word ‘girlfriend’ three times in a row for good measure. his voice was muffled by the gauze that pressed into his bleeding gums, but you got the message loud & clear.

you squeezed his hand, palm warm against his cooler one. “i’m right here, baby. we’re gonna go home soon when you’re a little less loopy”. but spencer wasn’t satisfied with your response.

he groaned, more so whined, as mumbled your name with desperation. “i miss her… have you seen her? she’s my girlfriend”.

a nurse typing at the computer inches away couldn’t help but snort.

but you decided to play along & see how long it would take for him to realize it was really you.

“hmmm, i think i saw her. what does she look like?” you asked as you adjusted the blanket over his body, watching spencer’s gaze fall onto your face like you were just another person.

it was like he was looking at you through frosted glass.

closing his eyes, a sleepy smile graced his lips despite the movement making him wince uncomfortably, drool slipping out his mouth as he spoke. “pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty face, smells like flowers… you sort of look like her” he said dreamily, & now you couldn’t help but snort too.

“oh really? that’s so sweet” you could feel your face growing warm. “how long have you two been together?”.

“long time… many moons…” you laughed his emphasis of saying the o’s.

“you must love her a lot, hmm?”

“so so so much,” spencer emphasized. “she’s my favourite person on earth, besides my mom”.

you wished you were recording his for your own personal stash of ‘spencer reid being the most adorable person ever’ moments, but you didn’t have the heart to pull your touch away from him.

brushing a stray strand of hair off his forehead, you lightly frowned when he leaned away from your touch.

“my girlfriend wouldn’t like you doing that” spencer blinked at you again, watching his eyes scan over your form as he tried to process who you were in his mind, but it came up blank. probably for the first time ever.

you looked so familiar. it was on the tip of his tongue for sure.

“i’m sorry” no you weren’t. “does she do that often?,” he hummed. “what else does she do?”

this got spencer to kick into full tangent mode despite the ache in his jaw, animatedly lifting his hands from the blanket as he listed various things you do in fact do for him. you nodded your head & listened intently to each one, feeling your heart ache with each sentiment he said as you wiped blood-tinted salvia from his chin with a kleenex.

“… she knows what shampoo i like, buys me lots of sweater vests, does this thing when she holds my hand—her hands are always so soft… reminds me of… ” spencer began to drift off there, eyes falling from the button of your cardigan to your hand on his, thumb rubbing stars onto his skin.

a surprised gasp left his lips then, eyes snapping back to yours like he just solved a case. your name rolled off his tongue languidly, a tear rolling down his cheek, eyes shining with admiration when he processed everything he was seeing; your smile lines, that twinkle in your pupil, the freckles he loves to kiss repeatedly… it’s you.

“i can’t believe you’re here!” gleaming with happiness, spencer intertwined his fingers with yours hurriedly, wanting needing you closer because he missed you so dearly, because he yearned for your touch.

wiping the tear that slipped down the apple of his cheek, the sound of your sweet laughter caused spencer to visibly swoon.

“of course i’m here, spence. told you i’d take care of you” you pressed a cautious kiss to his swelled cheek, his skin flushing pink as if the gesture just brought him back to life.

his eyes soon fell closed again as he scooted ever so slightly closer to you, nuzzling his cheek into your palm for relief as the dentist walked back into the room. she was clearly amused with the scene, but didn’t comment on it.

within minutes, the two of you were given the go ahead to leave, but not without a starter care kit & instructions on how to replace the gauze & clean spencer’s wisdom teeth sockets.

“i think i dreamed of your eyes when i went under” he mumbled as he practically stuck to your side like glue while you two walked through the parking lot, his body weight supported by your arm wrapped around his torso. “your irises are my favourite, they look like marbled ice cream…”

you just shook your head & played into his antics, doing your best to get him securely in the passenger seat without hitting his head on the car door frame. it took longer than you expected, leaving you huffing for a breath of air once his seatbelt clicked in place.

“don’t move too much, baby. just relax while i close the door. we gotta pick up your medication before we go home”.

“but i don’t want to let go of your hand” spencer pouted, the once white gauze in his mouth now turning into a darker shade of pink.

kissing his temple, you gave his hand one final squeeze. “you can hold it again when i get into the car. deal?”

“okay. i love it when you call me that”.

“baby?”.

spencer broke out into the best toothy grin he could muster at the moment when you said the pet name once more.

he earned another kiss for that.

for the entirety of the drive to the pharmacy, your hand stayed in the safety of spencer’s lap with his fingers continuously dancing across your skin. he would ramble facts about your palm lines & how he thinks your his soulmate due to your fingerprints, while you occasionally had to remind him not to try touching your eyes as you drove.

you’re not so sure if there was a scientific method to prove that your fingerprints do in fact mean that both of your souls are tied to one another, but you were definitely sure of one thing; you wished you could hold onto spencer’s hand forever & never let go.

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[asxgard]

Abbot(t) x reader idea where instead of Dana, it’s the reader that Javadi confides in after her awkward Matteo ask-out and after the reader gives her props for going for it and explains that she’s had a secret crush on Abbott for forever, Myrna (who sees and hears all) either 1) pipes up and tells her she’s seen Abbott checking her out or 2) stays quiet and tells Jack about it later. Or both haha. I just feel like Myrna is like 4th in terms of who knows the most about the ED gossip (after Perla, Princess, and Dana) lol.

These Walls Have Eyes | one shot

Dr. Jack Abbot x f!nurse!reader

Requested

Summary: Rumors always start somewhere — and the one about you and a certain attending started somewhere between a whispered confession and Myrna overhearing you.

[ My Masterlist ]

Note: Myrna sees and hears all, I agree with you lol I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.1k

Most of my works are 18+ due to adult language and content.

Warnings: foul language, age gap (if you squint), Myrna being Myrna, references to Pittfest, pining, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies, alcohol

not beta read

“He’s like a human Utah.” Javadi told you, eyes wide and breathless.

You ushered her down the hall, smirking, “I know a thing or two about a Utah.”

She looked over at you and your cheeks warmed at the thought of Dr. Abbot. You typically worked nights with him, and it took forever to stop flustering whenever you were in his company. You thought you had finally gotten it all under control, but like Javadi, your Utah had a habit of making you feel like you weren’t getting enough air when your eyes met.

“I wish I had some advice, but frankly, mine still makes me feel like that. Even after all this time.” You smiled at her and patted her arm.

“Does he work here?” She asked, before quickly adding, “Or she?”

“He’s the chief attending the night shift,” you told her. “I don’t think you’ve met him yet. Dr. Abbot.”

She stared at you, blinking, “You’ve never said anything?”

You waved it off awkwardly, “Never felt like the right time.”

“Oh.”

“But your Utah?” You glanced over your shoulder to peek at Mateo through the window. “You shouldn’t wait too long like I did.”

“Oh, no, no. I don’t think—”

Your laugh was light, “No rush, kid. I’m just saying you shouldn’t let it pass you by. Life’s too short.”

Javadi looked at you like she wanted to say something, but decided against it, before being pulled away by McKay. You let out a long sigh that made Dana steal a glance at you, raising a brow. You smiled at her to assure her you were fine, but your stomach felt tight.

“You know, that handsome doctor eyes you up any time you ain’t lookin’.”

You jumped, startled. You turned to see Myrna behind you, smiling devilishly.

“What even are you talking about?” You asked, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks.

She raised her eyebrows and wheeled closer to you, “I’m saying, sweetcheeks, that it’s not one sided.”

You had the urge to roll your eyes, mostly at the nickname, but also at any of it being truthful. Jack never gave any indication that he was emotionally available, let alone interested.

“Alright, Myrna, let’s get you—”

“I’m tellin’ you! Dr. Abbot totally—”

You were grateful that Perlah swooped in to help you, wheeling her away, sending a knowing smirk in your direction. You gave her a playful scowl — if anyone knew anything around the Pitt, it was Princess and Perlah. Though, you supposed you could add Myrna to the list now since she had clearly been able to be a fly on the wall enough to gain all that information.

Mind spinning with possibilities, you tried to busy your hands, throwing yourself back in the work.

—

Jack arrived to the Pitt right after he had heard it over the scanner, never one to wait. After a quick debrief, he set to work.

“Hello, Dr. Abbot.”

He didn’t need to look to know who it was, though he sent her a side glance while he prepped some suture trays. He looked around to find a nurse, hoping they would take Myrna upstairs quickly — though in all the chaos of moving patients upstairs, she clearly had slipped through.

“I overheard something today…” she trailed off, a smirk hinting at her lips. “About a certain nurse having a crush on a certain attending.”

That caught his attention, though he only spared her a look with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m quaking in anticipation.” He said dryly.

Her shoulders shrugged, “Thought you might be interested, you know, you do check her out every chance you get.”

He ignored the way heat invaded his chest, suddenly aware of the nurse in question. You. You who had been plaguing his mind since you started. You who always offered him a smile. You who matched his dry quips and cutting sarcasm with ease. You who offered easy banter over bad break room coffee. You who stood in his silences like it was something interesting.

Myrna grinned at him, “She was talking about you.”

His heart seized, but his training pushed it aside. No time to get soft when a mass casualty was about to burst through the doors.

—

The end of shift came slowly, but blurred together by the carnage and chaos. After working 15 hours, you felt heavy. Your bones ached and you felt painfully dehydrated. In the aftermath, however, your mind caught up with you and you remembered Myrna’s words. They echoed in the back of your head, playing on repeat.

Mateo offered for you to come to share a beer outside before heading home. Your eyes flickered between him and Javadi, and you grinned, accepting.

Javadi gave you a bashful look that quickly grew excited when she spotted someone behind you.

“Remember Utah? Might not be too late.” Javadi said, subtly gesturing behind you with her chin.

You turned and spotted Dr. Abbot. Your heart started racing and you swallowed thickly. When you looked back at Mateo and Javadi, they both were grinning at you like fools. Leave it to the rumor mill to spread your crush like wildfire.

Outside, Donnie passed you a beer and while it did not seem like your best decision, you opened it and took a sip. Laughing with your co-workers made your shoulders feel lighter, but everyone slowly began to depart until it was only you and Jack left.

You took Robby’s seat on the bench with him once he got up to leave. Your heart thrummed in the silence, beginning to overthink Myrna’s words. You could not get yourself to move, however, stuck to the bench, enjoying the company of the man beside you.

“I learned something interesting today.” Jack said into the quiet, fiddling with his beer like he was anxious.

You turned to look at him, appreciating the way the shadows highlighted your favorite features. His cheekbones and the stubble, half his face hidden in darkness, his hazel eyes appearing almost black.

Might not be too late, echoed in your mind.

“Not to come in on your day off?” You offered lightly.

He leaned forward just enough for the light from the streetlamp to illuminate him, and the smile you caught made the air get trapped somewhere in your lungs.

Exhaling a breath, he shook his head and looked over at you. “Something about a work crush.”

“Oh, yeah, she said something to me earlier.” Trying to hide the smile while anxiety invaded, you failed. “Something something an attending has been checking me out.”

“She must have eyes everywhere.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, unsure where to take the conversation. He didn’t deny it.

It was edging close to something dangerous, something where there was no turning back.

But maybe you didn’t want to risk it falling back to the status quo.

“Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You asked after a beat.

He answered immediately, “Yeah, I would.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hello ! I hope you are okay, I have 2 Idea for the new girl/who's that girl au, so i'm sharing it with you ! First idea : she locked herself out of the flat (closed the door and left the key inside, so she is just here waiting for one of the guys to come home and hoppen the door. Second idea : she found a dog (a border collie , yeah it is clearly inspired from something that happened to me x))and she bring the dog home while she try to contact the owner. Or you can put the two idea together and she is locked outside her appartment with a stranger's dog. Thank you for reading my request , have a good day ^^

Thanks for your request angel! I did start to use both of these, but then I had an idea and the second one ended up somewhat altered haha, hope you still like it <3

cw: modern au

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re slurping up the last of your iced latte when the door to your flat opens. 

“Oh.” Remus stops short at the sight of you sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hall. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” you say cheerily, careful not to jostle the pocket of your hoodie too much as you stand. You pat Remus’ shoulder as you go past him. “Thanks.” 

He had clearly been on his way out, but at your entrance he circles back inside the flat. “Have you been out there long?” 

“No.” You dump your empty cup in the trash. Your pastry’s gone cold, but you think it might still be good microwaved. “Just forgot my key, figured one of you had to go in or out eventually.” 

Remus tracks your movements with his eyes, taking another few steps in from the open doorway. “Why didn’t you knock?” 

“Didn’t want to wake anyone.” 

Your flatmate makes a sound you’re becoming familiar with from him, a sigh mixed with a laugh. Bafflement meets amusement meets exasperation. “You don’t need to worry about that. Please don’t, actually. James is out on his run, but I’ve been up for an hour. And whatever he tells you, Sirius doesn’t actually need to sleep until the afternoon.” 

You grin at him as you set your pastry in the microwave. The way the boys tease each other is immensely endearing to you, but you don’t feel familiar enough yet to partake yourself. And you certainly know better than to mess with Sirius’ sleep. 

When the loud beeps from pressing the microwave buttons makes you wince, Remus gives you a wry look. 

You shrug in response. The movement causes the slumbering creature in your hoodie pocket to stir. You cup your hand over it instinctively. 

“What do you have there?” asks Remus. 

“Uh…” You imagine you look very sheepish right about now. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to make us keep it.” 

His eyes narrow. Your pocket wiggles. “Why? What is it?” 

You reach inside the pocket of your hoodie the way a criminal suspect might reach for their weapon at gunpoint; slow, careful, showing you have nothing to hide. What you pull out is gray and striped and so small it nearly fits in the palm of your hand. 

“I found him outside,” you say. “Isn’t he cute? I couldn’t just leave him.” 

You didn’t imagine your flatmates would be thrilled about adding a fifth occupant to your living situation. You figured you’d probably have the best luck with James, but you’ve got your spiel all ready—how you’ll keep him in your room, only temporarily, just until you can find his owner. They have to live in the building, right? He was only just outside. But Remus does something you didn’t anticipate; he melts. 

“Oh,” he breathes, voice softening to a near whisper as he bends to see the tabby kitten currently cupped in your hands. “You found him by himself?” 

“I didn’t see any other cats around,” you say. You stroke your thumb down the kitten’s side. It leans into the touch sleepily. “And he was crying. You should have heard it, it’d break your heart.” 

“I’m sure. Hi, darling,” Remus murmurs, that lilt of his suddenly more prominent than ever as he scratches the kitten’s tiny head. “Hello. Were you making a fuss to get softhearted girls to bring you inside, hm?” 

You find your face warming for reasons you can’t discern. “It was a very convincing ploy.” 

“Mm, I can see that.” Remus pets behind your new friend’s ears, stooped so low he’s nearly at eye level with the tabby. His expression is all soft fondness, eyes warm and the hint of a smile ticking up his mouth. You catch yourself admiring the freckles that smatter across his cheekbones. “Are you sure there weren’t any others like him around?” 

“Not that I saw. Why?” 

“Well, there’s—” 

The microwave goes off. You react like it’s a bomb detonating, the beeping shattering your bubble of quiet and causing you to stiffen your back abruptly. Remus straightens back up, too, chuckling. He sets a pacifying hand on your head, and you relax some. This is his way of conveying affection, you’ve learned; James is incredibly liberal with it, Sirius slips it in through teasing and jibes, and Remus lays his palm atop your head like you’re a cat in need of calming. It makes you feel a bit like you’re glowing when he does it. No wonder you felt so drawn to your homeless little friend. 

You smile at him, sheepish, but you both turn when you hear the loud groan from down the hall. Sirius’ door opens. 

“Could we please stop setting off alarms and whatever the fuck before the bloody sun has come up?” he fumes, trudging down the hall. 

You look out the window, perplexed. The sun is well and high. 

But Sirius has stopped in his tracks. His eyes are fused to the kitten in your hands. “What is that doing here?” 

“I found him outside,” you say, holding him up for Sirius to see. “He’s sweet, don’t worry.” 

Your flatmate takes a step back like the creature might leap at him. “Remus—” 

“I know,” Remus sighs. “I was about to tell her.” 

You frown, bringing the kitten close to your chest. “Tell me what?” 

“That thing is fucking wild.” Sirius glares. 

“No, he isn’t,” you defend him. “He’s super friendly. He loves being pet.” 

“Nope.” Sirius shakes his head. “He comes from a twat mum, who had a bunch of twat spawn, and now they’re infiltrating our flat. It’s a fucking plot, is what it is.” He jabs a finger towards your chest, and the kitten hisses. Sirius reels back. “See?” 

“He does seem like a housecat, but there’s a colony of strays in the alley next to us,” Remus explains more gently. “One of the girls had babies before they could catch her to spay, and they all look a lot like this one.” 

“But…” You look down at the kitten nearly falling asleep again on your chest. “...he’s being so cuddly.” 

“It is strange,” Remus agrees. “Maybe he just really likes you.” 

“Um, hello.” James spreads his arms as he walks inside, sweaty and in his absurdly short running shorts. They make you stifle a laugh every time. “We’re just leaving the door open now? Is this some new attempt at being neighborly?” He, too, pauses once he sees what you have in your hands. “Oh, you’ve found one of Mrs. Norris’ kittens.” 

Sirius shudders, seemingly just at the mention of the name. “She’s brought it inside.” 

“I can see that.” James’ head cocks interestedly as he comes over. “Why?” 

“I didn’t know he had a family,” you explain dejectedly. 

“It’s good that he does, though,” says Remus, touching your elbow kindly, “isn’t it?” 

You sigh. “Yeah.” 

“And now that we know,” Sirius says emphatically, “banish it to from whence it came.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “Weren’t you sleeping?” 

“I was.”

“I can see why you didn’t recognize him as a stray.” James is rubbing underneath the tabby’s chin while it preens. “He hardly seems feral at all.” 

You hum. Taking the kitten from your chest, you hold him out towards Sirius experimentally. He hisses; Sirius scowls back. 

“Seems like it’s just you,” you deduce. 

“It is not.” Sirius crosses his arms. “That thing is evil.” 

James takes the kitten from you. It goes willingly into his arms. “Definitely just you, mate.” 

[sbcdh]

“Oh gosh the fire. Yes it was truly a tragedy. You know, HECA79 was the prototype for the new regulation model. Well, haha, new for the time. It was the seventies after all. It really is fascinating. She was the first one we put in the class N tanks. Fascinating technology for the time, clever as the dickens. You see, the insides of the tank were to be lined with a thin layer of magnetically laminated gold calcite particles that formed a reflective lattice under electrical stimulation. A gold plated one-way mirror for brainwaves! I’m sure you understand, it was the best we could do for 1983-”

“So you subscribe to the, uh, equipment malfunction theory?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh. Terribly sorry. Equipment malfunction? As I recall, it functioned quite well.”

“So you believe the fire was caused by something else?”

“The fire? Oh. Well, I’m not quite sure. I don’t know the exact specifications, but if I recall correctly, there were all sorts of firebreaks and engineers and junior-engineers stationed all around –all helmeted, mind you– to make sure that sort of thing never happened.”

“And yet.”

“And yet. Indeed…Well, between you and me, I think It was one of the junior engineers.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes. We were a bit of a maverick bunch back then. Reagan gave us all that research money, but, well, its always a bit different when the wheels hit the pavement haha. Oh. Oh. I hope I haven’t gotten anyone in trouble. They were nice lads all. Well, some of them were Germans, but nice lads.”

“We are more interested in your observations of HECA79. I was told you were able to directly observe her during the incident. If there is anything you can tell us, please, speak loudly enough for the tape to hear.”

“Oh! Oh gosh. You know, I completely forgot we were being taped haha! And you caught all of my rambling! Well, I think I can help you out. Oh yes. Now. You must understand. A good half of this is going to be embellished. You know how memories go, you always get more heroic looking back as time goes on haha. But yes, I think I can help you out. Ah, where should I start?”

“What was the first thing out of the ordinary that you noticed?”

“Her lips were moving.”

“Is that out of the ordinary?”

“By gosh for a plutophant yes! At full emmanation, there is no part of them that is not the market! Every neuron soaked in hypno-amphetamine rocket fuel! Most of them –if you’ll pardon my language sir– shit their tanks the moment their Id touches the sub-finantial background grid! What do you think half those tubes are for! A plutophant in full emmanation doesn’t have a braincell to spare to keep their sphincters closed, much less perform something as complex as speech!”

“I see. Could you make out what the asset was saying?”

“Oh no. No, I’m afraid not. I can’t read lips. Back in those days, they were hooked up to a helmet, and then the helmet read the delta-wave patterns, and then printed that on magnetic tape. That way, we could feed the tape to some lob-, ah translators, and have them interpret the feed.”

“When did her lips start to move? What time of day?”

“Funny thing, almost exactly at 12:03. I should have been off at lunch, but I was procrastinating. I had a crossword I was right on the edge of solving. It was one of those big words that goes all the way across the page. TIMEPIECE. I remember that clear as day.”

“Interesting. I have here that equipment registered the fire almost exactly seven minutes later.”

“Oh dear. Do you understand what that means sir?”

“No, please, enlighten me.”

“Is that a schematic of the N class tank you have there? Hand it over. Thank you sir. So. Back in 1983, we didn’t have any of the fancy digital equipment we have now. Well, we did, but not to the same degree. Most of our equipment was good old analogue. You see this module here? These weren’t part of our system. No, we were waiting on the replacements to show up.”

“And, what is that part?” 

“Think of it like the uh, ah yes, the carburetor in a car. It keeps everything balanced. Keeps the subjects metabolism steady so they don’t chew through the drugs too fast, keeps the tank at the ideal temperature for chemical reactions, without boiling the subject like a lobster haha. But the key is, it was completely mechanical. But at the end of the day, it's just a bunch of tubes full of fluid that move based on pressure differentials.”

“Which means?”

“Well, heat would throw it off.”

“Here, I think we have a schematic. Now, doctor, this is very important. I need you to explain to me exactly how the machine malfunctioned, and how it would affect HECA79.”

“Well technically, it wasn’t malfunctioning at all. It was functioning correctly, just under less-than-ideal circumstances. Oh, haha. Yes, haha, but thats not what you’re looking for haha. Yes. Well. What side did the fire hit it from? Do you know?”

“This one here.”

“Fascinating. Well. Then, the apparatus would have uh, hm. Oh dear.”

“Doctor.”

“It would have spiked the hypnostimulant feed, while introducing impurities.”

“Which means?”

“I- I haven’t the slightest idea. It would've been deadly, I can assure you that. But its as if…Its as if you had a car, coasting in neutral, downhill at terminal velocity, and then you switched gears to high gear, and then slammed the gas while spraying rocket fuel into the intake.”

“Could we ask you to write a full report on your speculation?”

“Frankly sir, I am as intrigued as you are. You would have to hold my wrists to keep me from writing on this. Fascinating.”

ENCLOSED: FINAL READOUT OF HECA79

"BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD BUY GOLD"[Phrase repeats over twenty thousand times.]

[checkeredflagggs]

Adopt-a-Family

Pairing: charles leclerc x mom!reader x max verstappen

summary: after their bombshell announcement y/n and avery disappear from the paddock. however, they’re back for silverstone — and avery isn’t done adopting family members

a/n: @sinofwriting made a comment while watching qualifying and this was born!

Masterlist | Part 1

Private Messages, the Grid (2025)

Private Messages, Charles/Max and y/n

Private Messages, the Lestappens*

yn posted 2 stories

[packing a bag for somewhere special][with my favorite travel buddy]

user1 replied oh my god oh my god do we get another paddock visit from you?!?

user2 replied I’m gonna fight for this! We’ve missed you!

user3 replied we only had you for a day but if anything happened to you…

oscarpiastri replied lily and I hope to see you soon!

↳yn haha yeah charles and max mentioned you were keen to see us!

↳oscarpiastri they’ve been hiding you!

maxverstappen1 replied can’t wait for you guys to get here!

↳yn Avery is very excited to go to another race

↳maxverstappen1 good — everyone here is really excited to have her (and you) come

charles_leclerc replied mon chouchou is the flight ok?

↳yn haven’t got there quite yet but it will be fine my love

user4 replied oh my god Avery!

user5 replied I fucking love Avery — she’s an icon

olliebearman replied can’t wait to meet you guys!

↳yn Avery is very excited to meet you too!

↳olliebearman oh my god my heart…

kimi.antonelli replied you guys gotta stop by Mercedes this weekend!

↳yn we’ll make sure to visit everyone! Avery is very excited!

↳kimi.antonelli I can’t wait!

charles_leclerc replied mon bébé

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f1gossip: YN, girlfriend of both Charles Leclerc and more recently Max Verstappen, and her daughter Avery are back in the paddock after an extended break! YN posted a surprise photo of the 2 of them on their way to Silverstone and they’ve been there all day Thursday and Friday!

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user6: I love them so much

user7: my favorite wag!

user8: bless this universe for giving us them

user9: ok but them being girl dads make so much sense

user10: she’s so elegant…

↳user11: I loved her outfits the entire weekend

↳user12: absolutely class act!

user13: ok but Leo definitely stole the show

↳user14: he did! And he knew it!

↳user13: best Leclerc!

↳user14: oh 100%

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f1: the newest star of Silverstone has arrived this fine Saturday morning as our drivers get ready for FP3 and Qualifying! Avery LN was quickly besieged by drivers as she made her 2nd paddock visit this weekend. She seemed particularly taken with rookies Ollie Bearman and Kimi Antonelli

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user15: oh my god they’re so cute together?

↳user16: the Lestappen family is all together this weekend!

↳user17: shit they are!!

oscarpiastri: this is favorite older brother erasure…

↳olliebearman: bold words to say when you’re wrong?

↳kimi.antonelli: right? It’s obviously me

↳liamlawson33: wow! How does it feel to be so wrong?

↳oscarpiastri: I don’t know why don’t you tell me?

user18: I’m living for the Lestappen’s* fighting on who’s the best older brother

↳user19: ngl this is gonna be the best part of the weekend

yn posted 2 stories

[getting ready for the race today!][asked my best girl and Avery decided Haas was where we were gonna spend the day! Go Ollie!]

user20 replied I can’t wait! Silverstone is my favorite!

user21 replied history in the making! The best wag at the best track!

user22 replied your fit for the day was fabulous

user23 replied Avery is adorable!

maxverstappen1 replied having fun?

↳yn yeah. Thanks for convincing me to come — I’ve missed this (despite only going to a few before)

↳maxverstappen1 good — I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself

charles_leclerc replied Comfortable? Happy? Should I bring you some water? Something to eat? Is anyone bothering you guys?

↳yn please relax my love — we’re both doing well

↳yn we’re on our way to the hospitalities with the other wags

↳yn Avery has them all wrapped around her fingers!

↳charles_leclerc I’m sorry for worrying so but I just want you to have fun and enjoy yourself

↳charles_leclerc and I’m so glad to hear that Avery is having fun too!

↳yn we both are — now go race and win for us!

user24 replied Avery has chosen a favorite brother!

user25 replied I’m so ready for the rest of the family to see your stories

user26 replied oh it’s gonna be chaos when everyone realizes that Avery has chosen a new favorite

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yn: OH MY GOD THEY DID IT!!! CONGRATULATIONS ❤️💙❤️💙❤️🖤I’m so proud of my loves (and Avery is very proud that “her Ollie” got 3rd! — congrats on the podium Ollie!)

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user27: so Avery is now lucky right?

↳user28: oh obviously

↳user29: they’re gonna be fighting over her for the rest of the season 😂😂

↳user30: I for one can’t wait

olliebearman: thanks for being my lucky charm Avery!

↳yn: she says you’re welcome but says “you need to buy me ice cream for it to work next time!”

↳olliebearman: already on it 🫡

oscarpiastri: so…what’s it gonna take to get Avery into a mclaren suit next race?

↳yn: some intense bribery ngl cause she says “she only supports the pretty orange like max!”

↳oscarpiastri: I better start soon then…

↳landonorris: taking notes already

↳user31: this is gonna be hilarious

alex_albon: Williams will roll out a red carpet for her

↳williamsracing: we’re already ordering a racing suit in her size

↳yn: she says “extra glitter and unicorns”

↳williamsracing: understood 🫡

charles_leclerc: convinced it was because our lucky charms were cheering us on today 🩵

↳yn: nowhere else I’d rather be my loves

↳maxverstappen1: Good. We want you with us always

↳user32: love how this relationship is like a month old and they’re already declaring forever

↳yn: when you know you know

kimi.antonelli: what are the chances of a Mercedes visit soon?

↳yn: extremely low unless “the tall one apologizes to Maxie!”

↳kimi.antonelli: georgerussell63 I’ve got another assignment I need your help with!

↳user33: help Kimi calling it an assignment like it’s not a minor rivalry in the making 😂😭

↳kimi.antonelli: I’m not taking any chances!

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[sturnschris]

SIT ON IT.

pairings: smart!goodgirl!reader x bf!chris (everything to them here)

content: riding your boyfriends face beacuse your turned on my his nose

warnings: oral, face riding, pet names, nose fetish, kinda dumification kink if you squint. etc

lowk inspired by this edit haha

a/n: been gone for a bit but i hope this makes up for it!!

952 words.

love ya!💋

chris’s hand rests on your thigh as you sit next to him, your head on his chest. you’ve been wanting to watch this movie for school—it’s supposed to help with a report you’re working on. but you can’t focus. all you can think about is chris’s stupidly perfect features, especially his nose. it’s so perfect you just wanna… sit on it. “baby, this movie’s so dumb,” he says casually, his voice pulling you halfway out of your thoughts. “mhm,” you mumble, not even registering his words, too busy staring at him like he’s the only thing in the world. he glances down at you, his lips pulling into a soft, innocent smile. “you okay, princess?” you blink, snapping out of your trance, your face heating. “huh? yeah, i’m fine.” he nods, still smiling so sweetly it makes your chest ache. “okay, baby.” he pats your thigh gently, his hand staying there as he turns back to the screen, completely unaware of the thoughts racing through your head. chris’s hand stays on your thigh as he keeps watching the movie, but he can’t help the way he feels your gaze burning into him. “you need something, ma?” he asks, glancing down at you. “wh- n-no, m’fine, chris,” you stammer, your voice betraying you. he doesn’t buy it for a second. his hand moves to your hip. “no, you’re not. c’mere,” he says softly, pulling you onto his lap like it’s second nature. “what’s wrong, hmm?” his lips brush against your neck, leaving soft, lazy kisses. you squirm slightly, heat rushing to your face. you can’t escape it—you have to be honest. but how are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you’ve been staring at him because you want to sit on his face? “okay… but don’t be mean,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. he nods, his smile so sweet it makes your heart skip. “promise,” he says, his voice warm and soothing, like he has no idea what’s about to hit him.

“i wanna sit on your face.” chris almost chokes on his spit, his eyes widening as he looks at you. “you wanna what?” mortified, you bury your face in his chest, mumbling, “please don’t make me say it again.” he laughs softly, his chest shaking beneath you. “okay, baby. hop on.” you lift your head just enough to study his face, trying to gauge if he’s serious. “wait… really?” he presses a kiss to your temple, his voice low and sweet. “yeah, sure. why not?” before you can second-guess yourself, he gently lifts you from his lap, shifting to lay down on the couch, his head slightly propped up on the pillow. “c’mon, ma,” he says softly, his hands reaching for you. you straddle his chest nervously, your hands trembling slightly as they find his shoulders. his arms hook underneath your thighs, steadying you as he lifts you up toward his face, his movements gentle but deliberate. your heart races as you realize he’s absolutely serious—and you’re about to find out just how serious.

he kitten licks your clit, and you let out a sharp gasp, instinctively moving down onto his face. his tongue moves in slow, deliberate strides up and down your core, brushing his nose against your clit every time. it’s exactly what you wanted. you let out an extra loud moan, hoping he’ll get the hint without you having to say a word. to your surprise, he does. his tongue focuses there, his nose pressing against you just right, giving you everything you didn’t have the courage to ask for.

he thrusts his tongue into you, his nose hitting your clit every time. it feels so good, you can’t keep the words from tumbling out. “chris, fuck—” you whimper, squirming on his face. his hands move to your thighs, massaging them firmly as his tongue moves faster and faster, his nose bumping your sensitive nub harder with each movement. “feels—haa—mm—” you stammer, the pleasure making it impossible to form a coherent thought. “c’mon, baby,” he mumbles against you, his voice muffled but teasing. “you’re a smart girl, what are you tryna say?”“feels so—ah—s’good,” you manage to moan, your voice shaky as chris moans beneath you, clearly enjoying himself as much as you are. you grip the pillow behind his head, desperate for something to hold onto. “tastes so good, baby. shit—” he groans against you, his words sending a rush of heat to your cheeks. “m’gonna cum,” you whimper, your body trembling. he nods, patting your leg, his way of telling you to let go. “give it to me, ma,” he murmurs, his voice full of need. you let go on his tongue, grinding your clit against his nose as your release washes over you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. after you cum, you can’t even register what’s happening when chris picks you up effortlessly and flips you over so he’s on top of you. he kisses your temple, his lips soft and comforting. “y’did so good, my love,” he murmurs, his voice full of affection. your cheeks flush as you lean into his kisses, feeling safe and warm in his hold. “can i ask you something?” he whispers, his tone gentle. you hum in response, still catching your breath. “where did you get this idea?” he asks, curiosity laced in his words. your face heats up even more—how could you possibly explain that you were staring at him and got horny because of his nose? “i just… i like your nose,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. he raises his eyebrows, clearly amused. “my nose? mkay…” he chuckles softly, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you, like he’s never letting go.

a/n: lowk based on a sexy guy in my class w a big nose😝😝

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[himasgod]

I scoured the blog for a framework of what I am about to ask but, I didn't find anything similar so this is going to feel silly.

Can I request a scenario of Silver, after a horse riding club show, where the reader is extremely downbad for this set? They cannot keep their mind off of pieces like his riding crop, leg harness, gloves, etc... the two have been dating for a little, but the reader has never actually seen him this way before. They are a certified fumbler, so even someone as oblivious as Silver notices something is off about them after his show. Gender neutral pov or female pov works, I don't mind either one. I would prefer smut, but if not, just regular is fine 🫣

SILVER X READER

Where you're crazy about with his Equestrian Club uniform

WARNINGS: This fanfic is based on Silver's Equestrian Club card, the descriptions of his uniform. It contains smut with oral sex, him giving it to afab!reader. Soft dom on Silver's part perhaps? I really loved this one, I hope you enjoy it <3

It was just a horse riding club show.

Just a simple friendly event out on the NRC grounds. He told you about it last week. Invited you. You even packed snacks. Brought your dumb little blanket. Thought oh this’ll be cute. A day to support your boyfriend, Silver, and watch him do his thing.

Maybe sneak a kiss when no one was looking. Something wholesome.

What you weren’t prepared for was whatever the hell that outfit was.

Like, yeah, obviously Silver was attractive. You’d been dating for a few weeks now, and even before that you’d been nursing a big dumb crush on him for forever. But this was criminal. Whoever handed him that equestrian uniform with the tall polished boots, fitted coat, white gloves, RIDING CROP—should be locked up immediately.

You’re not dramatic usually. But right now, you were spiraling.

Because he wore it too well. And worse: he was good at this. He looked natural. Elegant, even. Hair tied back loosely, posture regal on the horse, face serene and focused.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on your little picnic blanket gripping your juice box. The way he dismounted? That cocky little swing of his leg over the saddle, crop tucked neatly under one arm like a prop straight out of your delusions—girl, you were gasping. Internally. But it showed. You hadn’t said a word in ten minutes.

And Silver noticed.

He was walking toward you now. Still in the outfit. Still in the damn gloves. And sure, he was oblivious about a lot of things—but this? Even he could see something was off.

“...You okay?” he asked, tilting his head as he stood over you. His voice was soft like always, but his brows were slightly furrowed. “You’ve been staring off since the show ended.”

“I’m fine!” you said too quickly. “Totally normal! Just… admiring the sunset!”

It was 3:45 PM.

Silver glanced over his shoulder. Blinked once. “…It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

“I meant the light! Y’know, how it hits your, uh… vest.” You waved vaguely in the direction of his chest and instantly regretted it.

Why was that part of the outfit fitted? Who tailored this?

“...Hm.” He crouched next to you on the blanket, legs folding with the kind of casual grace that should’ve been illegal in riding pants that tight. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re flushed.”

YOU KNEW.

You pressed the juice box to your cheek. “Totally fine. Perfectly hydrated. Great weather. Nice horses. Good show. You were… great.”

Your voice cracked on that last word.

Silver tilted his head again, those pale blue eyes fixed on you. Like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. You had never been this awkward around him before.

“I didn’t do anything differently,” he said slowly, “but you seem... really nervous.”

“Me? Nervous? What even is nervousness? Haha. Sounds fake.”

“…You’re doing the thing where you start laughing at nothing and then don’t look me in the eye.”

“HA. No. I’m literally making eye contact right now—”

You absolutely were not. You were looking at the gloves. And the crop. That was now in his lap.

God. It was over. You were a gooner. You buried your face in your hands.

“Okay,” you mumbled into your palms. “I need you to not judge me, but I have a confession.”

Silver leaned forward slightly. “I’d never judge you.”

You peeked through your fingers, defeated. “...You in that outfit is doing things to my chemistry.”

He stared at you. The wind ruffled his bangs.

You waited for him to say something. Anything.

“…Things like…?”

“You know what I mean, Silver—” You groaned, flopping backwards dramatically onto the blanket.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you showed up in those stupid boots and your dumb gloves and your IDIOTICALLY PERFECT—I don’t know! Everything! You’re all serious and focused and, and it’s… It’s not fair.”

Silence.

You refused to open your eyes. Absolutely not. You were about to dissolve into grass. You were part of the blanket now. Goodbye.

“…Oh,” Silver said after a moment. His tone had shifted Warm. “So that’s why you were staring at my hands.”

You made a sound. A pitiful oh no kind of whimper.

Then: gloved fingers gently brushing yours. You peeked up again.

He was smiling. Just slightly. Not teasing, exactly—just soft. Curious.

“I didn’t realize the uniform would affect you that much. I’m glad it did.”

Your heart absolutely stopped.

“I was starting to think I’d done something wrong. You’re usually so confident around me. It was strange seeing you so flustered.”

“I was confident. Before you came over here looking like a fantasy out of my dreams.”

Silver tilted his head again, but this time, his gaze sharpened a little. Just a fraction. Something shifted behind those soft white lashes.

“…Do you want me to keep it on a little longer?” he asked quietly.

You choked.

“SILVER—”

He leaned in.

“Or,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “maybe you’d like to see what else it can do to you.”

You sat there blinking like a fish.

Silver stood up calmly. Dusting off his gloves. Offering you a hand. “Walk me back to the stables?”

You nodded. Slowly. Like you were possessed. He helped you up.

“By the way,” he added as you walked beside him, “I don’t mind if you stare more.”

You tripped over your own feet.

He caught you.

You don’t remember the walk to the stables. You’re pretty sure you blacked out somewhere between him offering you his hand and the moment he led you into the quiet space.

It was warm in here. Dust motes floating. Straw scattered. The scent of horses and leather and Silver and oh god you really were about to do this in a stable weren’t you.

He closed the stable door behind you. Turned back. Still in that goddamn uniform. Boots creaking. Crop tucked behind him. Still wearing those white gloves.

“You’re quiet again. Are you nervous?”

You laughed, shaky. “A little.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.” Immediate. Almost desperate. “I want you. Just… I think I’m malfunctioning.”

He smiled, slow and soft. And that’s when he stepped close. Gloved fingers brushed under your chin. Tipping your head up like he knew exactly how fragile you were feeling.

“You said the outfit was making it worse,” he murmured, thumb ghosting over your lower lip.

“Should I take it off?”

You grabbed his vest like a lifeline. “Don’t you dare.”

Silver blinked. Then smirked. It was slight. Barely there. But it was a crack in the calm. Like a ripple in still water.

“Okay. Then I’ll keep it on.”

And then he kissed you.

You’d kissed before. sweet little things. Sleepy ones. Occasional heat when he had you pinned to the Ramshackle wall with a just "one more". But this? This was different.

You gasped into his mouth as he backed you up against one of the wooden stall doors. His hands were everywhere—one cradling your jaw, the other on your waist, gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. And the leather—soft, worn—was making your brain go static.

You whimpered.

Silver pulled back just enough to breathe against your lips. “That sound…”

“... you heard it? fuck." you whispered, mortified.

“Of course. You're not exactly quiet, Yuu. I like it.”

You let your forehead thunk lightly against his chest, groaning. “You’re so unfair.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, gloved fingers teasing the hem of your waistband. “Just rode a horse.”

“Exactly.”

You kissed him again to shut him up, this time with less hesitation. Pulled him closer by the belt loops on his pristine white breeches. You should not have looked down. That much confidence in one outfit was illegal.

Silver groaned into your mouth when your hips brushed.

“Oh?” you whispered, dizzy with how hot your face felt. “Do you like my outfit too?”

His breath hitched. You felt his grip tighten on your waist.

“I like your reactions,” he muttered, “a lot.”

He backed you up fully into the stall, crowding into your space until your back hit the wooden wall and your legs were pressed together tightly. The leather crop had been set down somewhere near the tack hooks. Your eyes flicked toward it once.

Silver noticed.

“...You keep looking at that.”

You refused to answer.

He leaned in close. One gloved hand sliding down your arm torturous. He kissed under your ear, then down your neck, tongue flicking against the skin.

“You want me to use it?” he whispered.

You squeaked.

“Not like… that—!”

His breath ghosted over your collarbone. “Then how?”

You buried your face in his shoulder. “I don’t know!! Just… hold it or something. Be mean. Something.”

Silver chuckled.

“Alright,” he said, stepping back, chest rising with a slow inhale. “I’ll try.”

You barely had time to process before he grabbed the crop and walked back to you with it lazily dangling from his fingertips.

He brought it up—not to hit you, not even to touch you, but to trail the edge of it lightly under your chin. Tipping your head up again.

“Look at me,” he said, voice lower now. “Don’t look away this time.”

You whined. Your knees buckled.

He pressed forward. Mouth on yours again. Teeth grazing your lower lip. You clung to his vest, nails scraping down leather and cloth. Your legs parted almost on instinct and he stepped between them.

One gloved hand slipped under your skirt.

You gasped—then bit your lip hard. “Silver—”

“You’re so warm already,” he murmured, fingers teasing you through your panties, featherlight. “Is this really just from watching me ride?”

“I hate you.”

“You’re lying,” he said gently, sliding the crop under your thigh to lift your leg around his waist. “You want this too badly to hate me.”

You whined again as his fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric. His mouth was on your neck now, licking and kissing and nipping. The gloves made it worse. They shouldn’t feel so good, so controlled—like he knew exactly how to touch you with them.

“Silver, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” he said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.

Then he lowered himself to his knees.

You lost it.

He’s on his knees in front of you.

Still in uniform. Still in gloves.

You’re pressed back against the wooden stall wall, skirt hitched up, one leg thrown over his shoulder. You had no idea Silver had this in him. All that sleepy andquiet energy masking a man who knew exactly how to make you fall apart.

“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice smooth. “So flushed.”

“Silver—” You gasped as his gloved hand slowly slid along the inside of your thigh, spreading you open more, steadying you as he leaned in.

And then—

His mouth.

You let out a little moan as his tongue slid over you. He worked you open like he had all day to take his time—he wasn’t rushing anything. He was tasting you like he wanted to memorize every reaction, every twitch and whimper.

You clutched the wooden beam behind you with one hand, the other tangled in his silver hair, trying not to pull, failing miserably.

He groaned against you.

“Please—” you whimpered.

Silver looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes heavy-lidded with focus.

“Tell me what you need,”

“Silver I can’t—”

“Yes you can.” He kissed your inner thigh, then moved back in, faster this time, tongue circling your clit while his fingers slid inside you. Two at once. Smooth. The gloves made every movement feel intensely focused—just the right kind of friction, slick and warm and—

You cried out, hips jerking as he curved his fingers just right.

“Silver-!”

He hummed. Hummed. Like he liked hearing that. His free hand gripped your thigh to keep you still.

You were unraveling. You were panting, trying to beg, trying to warn him—

“I—I'm gonna—please—”

“Let go,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

And that was it.

You came hard, trembling, moaning his name into the dusty air, your fingers curled tight in his hair. You swore you saw stars. You might’ve blacked out for a second.

When you finally started breathing again, you realized he’d already stood up—hands on either side of your waist, holding you steady.

He looked wrecked. Hair messy from your hands. Lips flushed. Glove on one hand damp from you. And still—he smiled.

Soft and genuine.

“How are you feeling?”

You looked at him.

Opened your mouth. “You’re not allowed to take that uniform off ever again.”

Silver chuckled, low and sweet. “So you really do like it.”

“I might have a uniform kink now. I’m not sure. I need to lie down.”

He laughed again and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips. Slower this time. Softer.

“I’ll get you some water,” he murmured. “And maybe a blanket. You’re shaking. We can go back to my room after you've recovered a bit. Riddle and Sebek must be wondering where I am; there was a celebration after the race.”

You smiled as you let him gently kiss your cheeks and nose, placing loving kisses on your face while you scratched the back of your neck.

"Yes, going to your room would be nice… but I'm afraid Lilia will see us. Your father is too clever and will surely suspect something."

"don't worry about Father. I’ll take care of you,” he promised, laughing a little. “Always.”

[cherrybr4t]

ex for a reason — choi seungcheol (+18)

cheol feels a wave of possessiveness when he sees your ex-boyfriend!

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), sl*t, degradation (f rec), daddy cheol!, spanking, tit playing, jealousy! est. relationship, a little possessiveness haha, creampie, that’s all i think! ok enjoy <3

if seungcheol could pinpoint exactly why he, too, is a creature bound to the notion of possessiveness — he would. except, at this point of time, all he feels is rage.

not at you — no, no not at all. how could he ever be angry at his princess? the poor guy falling victim to his fiery glares would be your ex-boyfriend. said ex-boyfriend — mingyu, was definitely too buzzed to notice the hard daggers thrown at him.

you however, are quick to notice the switch in tension after mingyu came over to give you a hug, gushing over how it’s been forever since you’ve last met. you return the kind smile. after all you and him did end on cordial terms.

that ticks something off in seungcheol’s head. the way mingyu’s arms seemed too familiar — too comfortable snaking around you. all while he was standing there right beside you.

he shakes hands with mingyu, squeezing a little too tight until he notices the wince on that pretty boy’s face. head’s too busy thinking about the fact that he’s held you close under his covers before.

“baby, you all right?” you squeeze the hands that are tightly wrapped around your waist.

seungcheol hums, “yeah baby, just a little tired is all,” he reassures, leaving a peck on your temple. you narrow your eyes, knowing he’s withholding words from you.

“y’sure? we can leave early — anytime you wanna,” raising your brows at him, offering an exit.

“no baby, i’m fine. it’s your friend’s birthday after all, let’s stay a while more — enjoy this bottle of whiskey she has,” he lifts up the $3000 bottle off the table top, waving it slightly.

seungcheol self soothes. he thinks he’s got it all under control, it’s not like you’ve got residual feelings attached to mingyu — its been almost two years. but with the way mingyu keeps gazing over towards you, with that fucking smirk, seungcheol thinks he’s about to lose it.

the party is in full swing — party hits back to back, loud chatting over the speakers, with people dancing around. he sees mingyu start to make his way across the room towards the both of you.

without much thought, seungcheol pulls you in closer — if even possible, grabs your hand and leads you to a room. a guest room which you recognise due to the nights spent in your friend’s house.

“cheol, baby? what’s wrong?” you catch your breath, looking up at him and furrowing your eyebrows.

cheol tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. he looks at you tenderly, before deciding to come clean. it’s not the first time he’s informed you of how jealousy tends to cloud his mind.

“i…just couldn’t stand your ex being there. standing there looking at you, as if i’m not there right beside you — was fucking pissing me off,” he sighs out, leaning his forehead against yours, body to body.

you let out a small chuckle, “baby, you know how he is… plus the only man i’ve ever looked at the whole night — is standing right in front of me right now. he’s all i wanna look at.” you nibble on your bottom lip, hoping seungcheol catches every nuance of sincerity you’re projecting.

“yeah? i know baby.. sorry it’s just, i can’t help it. want him to back off. want him to know who you belong to now,” his voice barely above a whisper.

you gaze up, giving his plump lips a kiss. a simple peck which turned into sucking, biting and licking — which was the case all of the time because who could resist and pull away from those lips?

he kisses you back with even more urgency, even more passion and love — and you feel him take charge, grabbing your nape to pull you in closer. he wants to taste all of you, every inch and spot — he wants it all. wants the reassurance that you’re now his and only his to hold, to touch, to pleasure.

“you’re all mine aren’t you,” he growls out mid kiss, grabbing you by your chin, staring so deep into your eyes you feel the need seeping into you from his gaze alone.

“always have been, cheol.”

his heart settles at your voice. knows you’re his. but hearing it makes him feel a whole ‘nother level of complete. loves when you play to his possessive selfish desires.

“fuck,” he mutters to himself before sitting himself down on the edge of the bed, pulling you down to straddle above him.

he pushes and combs your hair to the back, hands rubbing up and down your body, hands claiming what’s his. he takes in your silhouette in front of him — sitting so prettily, just waiting to be devoured by him.

“you’re too beautiful baby, hate the thought of someone else getting to see you the way i do,” he removes the strap of your top, teasing slowly as he starts to pull your top above your stomach.

you raise your hands, letting him remove your top. he hisses, sucks in a sharp breath, noticing you went braless for the night.

“braless tonight baby? thank god it was warm out there. imagine if these,” he tugs on both nipples harshly, “were to stand if it were cold,” he releases them, rubbing over your hard nipples softly in circles with his thumb. “then that ex boyfriend of yours would’ve been able to see what’s mine, wouldn’t he.”

you whimper at the hard and soft sensation on your nipples, knowing he’s going gentle on you now.

“you’d like that baby? want him to see you like that?” he slaps across your tits, tainting the soft flesh with his print. you let out a whine, “n-no…don’t want him to,”

“yeah? it’s for my eyes only, right baby?” his hand inches towards your core, completely exposed under your mini skirt by the way you’re sitting.

he rubs his fingers over your panties, smirking at the wet patch he feels on your center.

“so wet baby, thinking about me or thinking about him?”

you frown and gasped at him indignantly, “you. baby — i don’t understa—” he slaps your cunt, soothing it immediately afterwards with a few gentle rubs across your core.

he knows it’s him, knows only he can get you so dippy — likes a confirmation of it anyways.

he pulls you in for another heated kiss while his fingers continue to stay busy toying with your clothed cunt. your warm cunt that he wants to drown in all the time.

“remove your panties and go on all fours for me baby,” he grabs your hips, lifting you off him. you silently think of ways to apologise to your friend before getting comfortable on the bed, just clad in your mini skirt.

seungcheol groans at the supple flesh of your ass spilling out of the short fabric. pulling you closer to the edge, he grips onto the flesh. fingers tense, possessiveness dripping down his fingertips. needs to feel you on every active nerve to remind himself that you’re solely his.

he dives in to give one long lick up your soaked cunt. you moan out his name, and he groans out how fucking wet you are.

“fuck baby, i think if i were to fuck you right now my cock would slide right in,” he settles for his fingers for now, feeling the way your walls immediately tighten around his finger.

“cheol…daddy, want more..” you push your hips back, wiggling your ass in his face. he slaps a harsh one down your cheeks, and you wince, whimpering slightly.

“greedy slut. think you deserve more? letting your ex boyfriend hug you like that,” he says that but inserts two fingers in this time. bottoming out to his knuckles, curling his fingers.

“d-don’t be angry daddy, you know i only want daddy… want you only…” you beg, breath hitching every time he hits the spot all the way inside.

“show me baby, tell daddy how much you want him.” he sees you look over your shoulders, eyes wide and sweat starting to form on the edge of your hairline.

the cocky look on his face has you tightening around his fingers. him fully clothed, fingers deep inside you while you lay so pliantly for him. you would do anything for this man. and so would he.

“please daddy, want you to make me cum. need your cock.” gripping onto the bedsheets tighter as you feel him sneakily insert a third finger.

“yeah baby? doesn’t seem like you want it that bad. i’ve heard you beg better.” he coos. he knows you could go louder — loud enough for him and the other guests to possibly hear. needs to set him straight.

you whine. god. frustration starting to boil and mix with the immense pleasure in your core. you know how cheol is. how he can get mean in bed.

“want—want you to fuck me daddy. please. need you so bad. please please cheol,” your voice breaks. you feel his other hand reach from behind to tug on your nipples, before reaching down to leave teasing touches to your puffy clit begging for attention.

he’s a master a multi-tasking. thinks when it comes to you, he’ll be a master at anything. anything that makes his princess feel good.

“fuck baby, making such a fucking mess. so desperate to cum aren’t you.” at this point, he’s more desperate than you to make you cum. he feels his cock growing so hard it hurts, and if he doesn’t cum inside you soon he’s going to lose it.

“fuck baby. show me why you’re my good girl yeah? cum on my fingers and i’ll think about letting you cum on my cock.” he rams his fingers so hard inside you, other hand rubbing tight and fast circles around your clit.

“cum for me baby, moan out my name nice and loud while you do yeah? let everyone know who’s making you feel good right now,”

with his urging, you snap and unravel, gushing out while cumming around his fingers. you scream out his name as you cum, hands turning white by how hard you’re holding on to the sheets.

“fuck daddy, so good… so good…” you puff out as you come down from your high. no time to register as you hear his pants drop to the floor.

“turn around baby, come sit on me.” you push yourself up, only to see him already leaning against the headboard, hand stroking his hard on. grunting. hints of pre-cum glistening in the dim room light. his gaze hard on you as he strokes himself.

you bite your lip, crawling slowly towards him before settling in front of him. he tilts his head, letting his pre-cum coat his length.

“think he heard you cumming all over my fingers?” cheol prompts. you flush, nod a little, think anyone within a few metre radius distance from the room would’ve heard you begging cheol to make you cum.

“wait til he hears how good my cock makes you feel baby,” he guides you towards him, letting you hover over his cock for a moment.

“you okay baby?” he whispers and gets a confirmation from you. “just want your cock in me,”

the tip presses against your entrance, and like what he predicted earlier, you sunk down his cock with ease, soaking wet cunt welcoming him eagerly. he groans, voice croaky. head so clouded by how snug and warm you feel.

“you feel so good princess, you feel fucking perfect around me,” he husks. his eyes unable to tear away from you — the way your mouth opens, gasps leaving you as you take him in all the way. the way your brows furrow with sweat down the middle. the blush spread on your cheeks and the moan you let out as you feel him completely.

he holds on to your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. switching between bouncing you and letting you grind on him.

“so fucking pretty, you always take me so well,” his brows stay furrowed, unable to fully process how fucking good you feel around him. feels like he could cum any moment.

“cheol.. daddy..so good daddy,” you moan out, you see and feel nothing but him and him only at this moment. and you want him to know how good he makes you feel.

“yeah baby? daddy’s cock making you feel good?” he raises his eyebrows, head hitting the back of the bed so hard yet he can’t feel the impact of it. so lost in the moment — wants you to cum around him, wants to cum inside of you.

“so so so good daddy,” you cry out, hands playing with your tits, giving him a little show as he continues to work your hips on him. his strong hands doing most of the work for you, while you focus on the feeling of his tip hitting and grinding against your gummy spot. the way he keeps creating waves of butterflies in your lower stomach.

“that’s it, let him hear how good i make you feel baby,”

“show him how you’re my needy little slut, bet he’s never gotten you like this,”

“no one can make you feel like i do right baby, no one compares to daddy right?” cheol utters out, cursing out every time he feels your walls tighten around him.

“n-no one daddy. only you can make me feel this way,” you cry out. “only you daddy, only you,” and it’s true. cheol works around your body like no other, like magic. knowing every spot of your body and how to take you there — faster than anyone ever.

his fingers make their way to your clit once again, and you jerk forward the moment he starts to rub messily on your slippery bud again.

“that’s it baby. only daddy can ever make you feel this way,” he snaps his hips up faster, feeling his incoming orgasm the more he hears you cry out.

“you’re doing so good baby, taking me so well. you belong on daddy’s cock don’t you,” he moans out. holding back on his thrusts, focusing on your clit to make you cum again. knows he won’t be able to hold back any longer if he continues fucking up into you.

“cum for daddy again? wanna see you cum around daddy’s cock. i know you can baby,” his pace quickens and he groans — knowing how it goes, knowing when you’re about to cum. needs to hear you fall apart on his cock.

“almost there baby, cum for daddy — that’s it that’s it… feels so fucking good doesn’t it baby, look at you.” his words alone bring you to a new high, cumming so hard around his cock, screaming his name so loud you think the upstairs neighbour knows who cheol is.

“fuck baby. gonna cum. gonna cum so fucking hard inside of you baby.” his hands find their way back on your hips, gripping onto dear life as he snaps his hips up into your dripping cunt.

“ah fuck, fuck i’m cumming baby, daddy’s gonna cum inside of you,” and you clench around him, watching the final string break as he whines out, and you feel his hot cum shooting inside you, painting your walls.

thick hot cum continues to spurt inside of you as he slowly fucks it in you, pushing his cum deep inside every crevice of your cunt. his moans come in sections, breaking more and more.

he lifts you up slowly before you decide to lay beside him, feeling beat. he extends an arm for you to lay on as a pillow and you smile, facing him as you use his arm comfortably.

“you were so good princess, did so well for me. as always,” cheol caresses your cheek softly.

“sorry baby, i shouldn’t have let mingyu hug me all over like that… i would’ve been upset if i were you too,” quietly, you place a kiss on his jawline. hoping he isn’t too affected by mingyu anymore.

“no baby, i’m not mad at you. just hate it when guys look at you that way…especially if it’s an ex-boyfriend.” he rubs his nose with yours.

“i know baby…let’s get out of here? i’ll find another day to bring minji out for a birthday dinner..”

giggling, cheol agrees — but not til you guys catch your breaths for a few minutes.

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a/n: hi luvs! sorry, i’ve been a lil caught up w life and etc so :(( missed being here n writing so here i am! managed to find some time to write a lil smth <3 hope u guys liked it, if u did — like, rb or comment ⭐️ love you, muahh 🍒

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make up sex

Happy Sunday, my loves! This fic is inspired by the beautiful incident of Jinnie lifting his shirt during escape on day 2 in Santiago. Idk if he has a gf but if it's the case (now or in the future) i really hope she isn't like reader for the sake of the fandom haha

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, angst

Alexa, play make up sex by mgk

The concert had barely ended, and Hyunjin was still glistening with sweat when you stormed into the dressing room. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before you were in front of him, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Are you serious, Hyunjin? Again?!"

He exhaled, running a towel through his damp hair, "Not this again, Yn…" "Yes, this again! Because you keep doing it!". Your voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the busy backstage. "I tell you every single time how I feel, and you still go ahead and do it like it doesn’t matter!"

He shot you a look, refusing to believe you were arguing about this for the thousandth time. Tossing the towel on a chair, he tightened his jaw, "It’s a performance, babe. It’s fanservice, that’s all. I don’t even think about it, it just happens" "Bullshit". You stepped closer, eyes burning, "You know exactly what you’re doing. The way you look at the camera, the way you drag it out. Don’t act like it’s just muscle memory"

His eyes darkened, frustration flickering across his face, "What do you want me to do, huh?! Never interact with fans again?! Maybe I should just stop dancing, too!" "Don’t twist this into something it’s not, Hyunjin! I’m not asking you to stop performing, I’m asking you to respect me! But every time we talk about it, you brush it off like I’m overreacting!"

He ran a hand through his buzzed hair, shaking his head, "Because you are! It’s just skin, for fuck’s sake!". Your breath hitched, hurt flashing across your features, "You really don’t get it, do you?". Hyunjin let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, the tension between you was thick, suffocating, "What do you want me to say? That I’ll never do it again?! Fine. I won’t. Happy now?" 

"No, because you don’t mean it", you shot back, voice quieter now, but no less fierce. "You’re just saying that to end the argument. And next time, it’ll be the same damn thing!". You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head, "I don’t even know why I still bother, it feels like you don’t care about my feelings anymore".

That made him pause. You weren’t just annoyed— you were hurt.

Hyunjin’s expression shifted, his frustration flickered to something else, something heavier. He opened his mouth, then closed it, struggling to find the right words. After a few seconds, he reached for your hand, "It's not like that, baby. I'm not ignoring your feelings…"

But you pulled back.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "You’re really this upset?", he asked, voice softer now.

You swallowed the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. "Let’s just go back to the hotel, Hyunjin", you muttered, turning away.

…

The ride back was mostly quiet, the tension still lingering. Once you stepped inside, you went straight to your shared room, standing in front of the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin followed, kneeling in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your hips, his gaze careful, "I don’t want you to go to sleep upset with me, my love”. You sighed, fingers slipping into his  hair, “I just… I love you. And I know it’s silly, but when I see you do that, it makes me feel like I have to share you with the whole world”.

Hyunjin leaned in, pressing his forehead against your low belly, “You don’t have to share me, baby. I’m yours”.

A quiet moment passed before he lifted his head, his hands sliding up to hold your waist, "Can I show you?". You nodded hesitantly. He stood up, moving slowly as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There was no rush, no desperation— just warmth and an unspoken apology behind every touch. He guided your hands to his body, letting them roam over every inch of his skin as if reminding you that he belonged only to you.

His lips ghosted over your collarbone, his fingers drawing slow circles over your hip as he settled his thigh between your legs. The heat between you shifted from the remnants of an argument to something more intimate. He pulled your shirt down from your shoulders with gentle hands, his fingers tracing your bare skin as if memorizing you all over again.

"You're so beautiful", he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, "I never want you to doubt that you're the only one I want”. But beneath all his tenderness, there was something else— a lingering tension, a certain rigidity. You weren’t fully surrendering to the moment. He noticed. 

Pausing, he pulled back just enough to scan your face, "You’re still mad at me, baby?" "You already know I am", you shot back, but your fingers traced the veins on his forearm, your touch was teasing, just enough to make him groan.

"Then show me”, he challenged, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw, "Take it out on me”. A rush of heat flooded your body. He was still sticky with sweat from the stage, and the rawness of it— the scent of him, the heat of his body— made your head spin.

You ran your fingertips over his bare chest under his shirt, just to tease him again. "You think you can distract me from the fact that you did it again?". His smirk was devilish, "I think I can make you forget why you’re mad in the first place”.

You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist before carrying you to the bed. He placed you on the mattress, climbing over you before you had time to catch your breath. "Tell me to stop”, he murmured, lips tracing down your neck, sharp teeth nipping just enough to make you arch. "Tell me you don’t want this”.

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Your nails scratched down his back as he pushed your shirt up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. His mouth was everywhere from your collarbone to your ribs. He got rid of your clothes with a desperate urgency, like he needed to feel your bare skin against his own to believe you were really there— to know you knew he was still yours.

"I'm yours, baby”, he growled, hands intertwining with yours, to keep you in place but also to possess you. Not only in body but also in soul. “Not the fans', not the stage's. Yours"

You gasped as he thrusted into you, the sudden fullness stealing the breath from your lungs. There was no softness now, only heat— only the feverish clash of lips and teeth and hands. He set a punishing pace, hips slamming against yours, each thrust a silent plea, a desperate promise.

Your body responded in kind, clinging to him, taking everything he gave and demanding more. His name left your lips like a curse, fingers clutching at his sweaty skin as he drove you closer to the edge.

"Say it”, he rasped against your lips, "Say you know I'm yours”."You are mine" you gasped, nails digging deeper into his shoulders, "Only mine".

That was all it took. With a strangled groan, he buried himself deep, body shaking as he lost himself in you. The world faded away, leaving only your racing heartbeats, your tangled limbs, your breathless gasps for air.

As the intensity of the moment vanished, Hyunjin collapsed beside you, pulling you against his chest. His lips brushed against your cheekbones, his arms holding you tight.

"I mean it", he whispered. "No one else gets this. Just you, baby". You traced lazy patterns on his lukewarm skin, your lips curving into a satisfied smirk. 

"I love you", he murmured, his voice tender. "Only you. Always you" “I love you too, Jinnie” “I’ll make sure you never doubt it again”.

Quick note: I don't think I l post any fics this week cause I have exams. But wait for me, next week I will come back with a surprise hehe

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