#And I'm not just saying that because I still feel embarrassed about it

[vettelsvee]

PREGNANCY JOURNEY | Sebastian Vettel

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rbr sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader | part 1 here

summary: a little bit of your pregnancy journey with seb

word count: 2809

warnings: none of it! just seb and reader being cute (at least that's what i think sjsj). settled on 2012 season

a/n: I love dad!seb bye, pls send me requests bc he's literally the seb i love to write the most about

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback, as well as comments and reblogs, are truly appreciated!

Yours and Seb's families

It had only been two weeks since Sebastian and you had discovered you were going to be parents in that room in Hungary, and you wanted to start sharing the news with your family.

After much deliberation on how you could do it in such a special way, you decided to organize an intimate dinner at the house they shared in Switzerland.

As you enjoyed the delicious dishes you prepared yourself with the useless help of your boyfriend, nerves filled you both as you prepared to share the news at the end of the dinner. So, when desserts arrived at the table and you enjoyed them while chatting animatedly about trivial matters, Vettel gently took your hand under the table. With a glance, you knew it was time to tell your parents what you had been hiding.

You took your glass of wine, from which you hadn't been drinking, and stood up, causing the attentive gazes of the three present to focus on what you were about to say:

"Mom, Dad. Heike, Norbert," you began. "Today you're not here just because I'm showing off my ridiculous cooking skills, but for a more special reason."

Confusion arose among the older couples, who exchanged confused looks with each other.

You began to get emotional, finding it impossible to articulate your words. Therefore, Seb took over for you, continuing with the improvised speech:

"I know it might not be the right time," the younger German expressed, taking your hand, "but you're going to be grandparents."

"Wait… What do you mean, Sebastian?" your mum asked curiously, doubting what her son-in-law just told them.

"That's right, son," Norbert agreed with your mum. "What are you trying to tell us?"

"We're going to be parents," you whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm pregnant."

As soon as your mum heard from your own mouth that you were expecting a child, she rushed to hug you tightly, immediately joined by Vettel's mother, causing all three women to have teary eyes. Norbert immediately ran to hug his son, shouting in excitement as he did so, and your dad, on the other hand, was in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Wait a moment, Y/N," Michael commented, rising and positioning himself next to his son-in-law. "Are you saying that you've been accompanying Seb all season while pregnant, and on top of that, you've kept it from me?"

You started laughing at your dad’s comment. Sebastian, on the other hand, began to feel fear for the first time in his life towards the man who initially became his idol and, over time, not only his friend and mentor, but also his father-in-law.

"Dad, no!" you denied. "I haven't been pregnant all this time. I'm currently about three weeks along, and we found out as soon as we arrived in Hungary because I was nauseous and dizzy the whole trip," you explained.

"I'm sorry if this caught you off guard," your boyfriend apologized, especially to Michael. "It’s not like we haven't been hiding the pregnancy," the young man declared, "but we needed time to process it and make sure it wasn't a false alarm."

Schumacher sighed in relief and wrapped his arm around his wife. Heike hugged her husband, who still couldn't believe he was going to be a grandfather for the first time.

"Yeah, okay…" your dad finally replied. "I'm glad to know that my eldest daughter hasn't been taking unnecessary risks and that, furthermore, you've been celebrating Seb's victories properly."

The mention of this made Sebastian wish he could disappear at that moment just like you.

"Michael, don't say that to them!" your mum exclaimed, hitting her husband's arm. "I still can't believe we're going to be grandparents. It's wonderful! Congratulations, guys!"

Once you exchanged hugs and congratulations, the quartet returned to the table to finish enjoying dinner. The truth was that your parents were concerned about your condition, but for different reasons: on one hand, Michael knew how stressful Formula 1 could be day in and day out, and he didn't want his eldest daughter to suffer accompanying Sebastian, so he would have to have a serious talk with you. Corinna, on the other hand, knew they still had to break the news to Gina and Mick, who would be aunt and uncle in about nine months. As for the Vettels, there was nothing to comment on or exceed: in a few months, the family would grow even more, and the excitement of having the little one in their arms was overwhelming them at that moment.

The former decided to stay silent for the moment, pondering when he could have a chance to talk to you alone. Corinna, however, decided to ask you about what how would you break the news to your siblings:

"Y/N, dear," she immediately captured your attention despite being deeply engrossed in a conversation with your father about Seb's performance that season. "Don’t you want to share the news with your siblings? I think they would like to know that you're pregnant, they would be quite happy..."

"Yes, of course..."

"For now, we would like to enjoy this stage of the pregnancy privately," Vettel interrupted you, "although that doesn't mean we won't tell them. For heaven's sake, Corinna, my siblings don't know anything yet either!"

The woman glanced at her husband, who shot her a look to calm down. Indeed, both families continued to celebrate the new life Seb and you had created and, in due time, would reveal to the rest of their loved ones and possibly the whole world.

Mick and Gina

You couldn't keep the secret any longer. It had only been a couple of days since your parents and in-laws found out you were going to be parents. The same went for Seb's siblings, whom you finally called on the phone because they couldn't come to Switzerland at the moment.

Now it was time for Gina and Mick to find out they were going to be aunt and uncle at fifteen and thirteen years old.

Summer vacation was coming to an end for both teenagers and the eldest Schumacher. The kids had to go back to school, while you would be traveling the world again with you father and you boyfriend in early September.

For that reason, and because you were really excited to see her siblings' reaction, you decided to tell them that afternoon they would go to the mall.

"Guys," you said as you ate your bowl of cereal, "we're going to the mall today. I want us to spend some time together and, well..." you dropped a hint, trying to be mysterious. "I have some news to share, actually."

Gina's eyes widened in surprise. Mick kept his gaze fixed on his buttered toast with jam, pretending not to hear although he was actually really excited.

"Of course, Y/N!" Gina exclaimed excitedly. "I can't wait to buy some new clothes, especially to hear what you have to tell us."

"Exactly that," replied the youngest brother, mouth full. "You're acting very suspiciously, as if you've killed someone. Have you killed someone?"

Gina flicked Mick on the head, who immediately protested, sparking an argument. You simply cleared away your breakfast dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen seconds later, not believing that those arguing over a trivial matter would later discover they were going to be uncles.

Once at the mall, the three of you strolled through the aisles, looking for stores of interest and, especially, trying to blend in with the crowd, surprisingly succeeding.

The truth was that days earlier, you and Sebastian had agreed that to break the news to the kids, they would invite them to dinner at their favorite restaurant. However, to avoid raising suspicion, you would say that Seb couldn't make it because he had scheduled a meeting with Red Bull to discuss a few strategy matters. This way, you thought, the kids would be even more surprised.

As the afternoon wore on, your nerves, along with bags of clothes for the kids, and a few indulgences for themselves, grew.

"Y/N, is Seb coming with us?" Mick asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Oh, no, I forgot to tell you! Seb mentioned he had a Skype call or something with Horner and Red Bull about strategy, so he can't make it."

You hated lying to your siblings, especially about Vettel-related matters, particularly to the youngest. They had a very good relationship and sometimes seemed more like siblings than the three Schumacher kids together.

"I know you were excited to see him," you continued explaining, "but I'm sure in a couple of days, or even tomorrow, I can tell him to come over."

"Exactly, Mick," Gina chimed in, "let's enjoy an afternoon with siblings, there will be plenty of time for you to see your brother-in-law!"

After a while of strolling, you finally decided to take your siblings to the restaurant they held in such high regard. As soon as you entered, you spotted the Red Bull driver sitting at a table checking emails on his phone.

Sebastian looked up and found a preteen Mick Schumacher running towards him, receiving a hug the moment he reached him.

"What are you doing here, Seb?!" Mick exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention. "We thought you had a meeting with your team!"

Sebastian tousled the boy's hair and stood up to greet both Gina and you, who were giving him knowing glances at what was about to unfold.

"I guess these past few months I've become quite the expert in lies," you said. "And you're not here for just any reason."

Mick and Gina exchanged glances, not fully believing what their older sister was telling them.

"Indeed," Vettel continued, "before we order anything, we'd like to tell you that, around March next year, we'll be adding one more member to the family."

"You're going to be aunt and uncle, guys."

Both of them stood there speechless, trying to process what they had just heard.

"Is this for real, sister?!" Mick whispered cautiously, aware that you were public figures and attention would be on them at that moment. "We're going to have a nephew, Gina!" he turned to his younger sister, who was still in disbelief.

"This is incredible, guys!" Gina exclaimed. "I can't wait for March next year now... And I thought the best thing that could happen to me was going to see One Direction that month!"

You and Sebastian exchanged a knowing glance, realizing that the joy the younger ones were feeling at that moment was even greater than they had initially expected.

"We're so happy that you're part of this beautiful journey ahead," Seb explained, giving them both a hug. "I'm sure, and I know your sister and your parents are too, that you're going to be amazing aunt and uncle. The baby is so lucky to have a family like yours."

You wiped away tears. You hated getting emotional over the slightest thing, but at the same time, you were grateful to be surrounded by so much positivity and support from the early stages of her pregnancy.

"That's for sure, Seb," Mick replied jokingly. "But you have to understand that I'm going to be the funny uncle, and most importantly, his favorite."

The dinner continued with laughter, anecdotes from the teenagers that Seb and you had missed because of the Grand Prix races and, especially, future plans they would make when little Vettel-Schumacher decided to make his way into the world.

Mark Webber

After a month-long break, 2012 Formula 1 season was finally back in Belgium.

You, despite being about three, almost four, months pregnant, decided to continue accompanying you boyfriend for the remaining nine races.

Friday, before free practice sessions began, you were in Seb’s room at the Red Bull Racing hospitality. The German held an instant camera in his hands intending to take a few pictures of you, something that had become routine to document your pregnancy. You, reclined on the sofa in the space, simply caressed your increasingly prominent belly.

The flash of the camera snapped you out of your trance, immediately feeling embarrassed.

"Seb, I've told you a thousand times I don't like you taking pictures of me when I'm not ready," you commented, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Sebastian couldn't care less.

"You're perfect, Y/N Schumacher," Sebastian replied, taking another snapshot of you. "Come on, stand up for a moment and pose with our son for your future husband. You don't have to worry about looking good or not, you're doing enough work creating a life in your belly."

You agreed to your boyfriend's proposal, excited enough to hug your belly and shed a few tears.

Hormones were acting like crazy on you, and Sebastian Vettel might too if he kept being so good to you.

The blonde raised his camera again and once more took a picture of the scene in front of him, highlighting your smile above all.

As the photo was revealed and Sebastian, sitting on the floor, was admiring it, the door to the room opened, revealing a somewhat angry and surprised Mark Webber.

"Well, well…" the man exclaimed. "What do we have here?"

Sebastian and you exchanged looks, a mix of excitement and nervousness. No one beyond your families knew you were expecting a baby, and with the way the Australian was acting, you knew that would soon change.

"What you have here is the future best mother in the world, Webber," Sebastian explained, gesturing from top to bottom at you and then touching your belly once he stood up.

"That's incredible, guys! I'm really happy for you!" Mark approached you and hugged you, genuinely pleased with the news you had just revealed and especially by the trust you had in him to do so.

"Well, it seems Horner will be pleased when you tell him the news," Seb's teammate continued, "because I'm sure he'll want to sign the little one as soon as he's old enough."

"Of course, Mark," Sebastian replied. "Not every day you create offspring with both Schumacher and Vettel blood."

"The royalty of Formula 1, if I may say," Michael Schumacher interjected, entering the Red Bull garage despite not being part of the team. "And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see how my daughter and my grandchild are doing."

You asnwered with a small ironic laugh at her father's remark, who was mistaken at that moment to think that Charlotte Vettel-Schumacher would be a boy.

Kimi Räikkönen

The penultimate race of the 2012 season finally arrived, and you and Sebastian had finally revealed to the world that you were going to be parents. Although there were mixed reactions and comments, the majority of people who discovered that the eldest daughter of Michael Schumacher and the two-time world champion were going to have a child were quite pleased.

Both of you were in the paddock, arriving a bit later than usual. 

"Vettel, hey," Kimi called out as soon as he saw you two. "I heard rumors that you have a new passenger in your very own car. Is that true?"

You burst into laughter at Räikkönen's irony, who maintained a cool demeanor.

"Yes, Kimi, it's true," Seb replied, still chuckling. "The baby is due in March, so just a few months to go."

You nodded in agreement with your boyfriend's statement.

"So, there will be a new fan running around the paddock soon..." Räikkönen commented. "Make sure he doesn't miss the races, Y/N."

"Of course, no need to worry about it..."

"But, hey," Kimi interrupted you, "don't let him stay up all night watching replays of my victories, okay? He's needs some rest too."

Sebastian was bewildered. However, you were laughing even harder at Kimi's antics.

"Don't worry, mate," Vettel replied, "I assure you I'll train her in such a way that she'll be taking you on track before she's even ten."

"Yeah, right, whatever you say" the Finn said ironically. "Just make sure that when she decides to enter the world, you invite me to her big welcome party."

You nodded, playing along with the Lotus driver.

"It's surreal that you've won another victory, Vettel," Kimi continued. "And remember: invite me to the party. I want to welcome the little one with alcohol, lots of alcohol."

Kimi lowered his head in farewell and continued on his way to his garage, letting you both get on with your day.

You and Sebastian knew Kimi well enough to understand that most of his comments were sarcastic, but within the sarcasm, there was genuine happiness for them.

Who would have thought that years later, Charlotte Vettel-Schumacher would become the apple of her godfather, Kimi Räikkönen's, eye, every time she visited the paddock with her mother.

[klmp11s]

Heyyyyy, could I request Malleus, Jack, Idia, and Floyd with a reader who can and will pick them up? (I tried to pick some of the tallest characters)

(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: twst boys with reader who can and will pick them up Characters: Jack Howl, Floyd Leech, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia Warning: Strong male!reader, Established relationships, ooc(?), hcs

Jack Howl

Okay, he's shocked Like you just.. picked HIM up like he weighed nothing?? What?? Okay, it doesn’t matter at all how tall you are, he will feel his face burning in any case. I think he could feign displeasure and ask you to put him down, but he definitely won't say anything against it if you don't. PLEASE don't pick him up in front of other freshmen or people from his dorm. He will be ready to burn with embarrassment I'm not 110% sure that his tail will literally become a propeller lol AND HE WILL NOT LIKE IT He might even get used to this “habit” of yours over time. He will definitely stop paying much attention to your actions, like, yes, you do this literally every chance you get, he knows Having gone through literally all stages of acceptance, he definitely realizes that he likes it. Like, his loved one is next to him and maintains physical contact in a way that is comfortable for him, isn’t that good? He wouldn't directly ask you to pick him up. Nope, but he could definitely give long glances at your hands, be closer than usual, etc. Like, yes, he loves you, but you have to understand for yourself what he needs, it’s too embarrassing for him to say directly, you know?

Floyd Leech

LMAO YOUR MISTAKE, CONGRATULATIONS, NOW YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM HIM 🤗 Like, you've already walked on thin ice with your ways of showing affection, but take him in your arms - he's ready to get down on one knee with a ring in his hand (I'm pretty sure there's a cartoon eel on the ring lol) Now you MUST carry him everywhere, you must pick him up and carry him wherever HE wants, no matter the time or place. He is literally ready to jump into your arms both in the middle of a crowded corridor and at some “important” event Is he in a bad mood? You have to take him where he wants to go. Is he in a good mood? You take him wherever he wants and he arranges a casual date for you. He also doesn't care at all who sees the two of you. Azul and Jade? They see this picture every day. One of the teachers? And what can they do to him? Just some random student? He didn't even notice him. If you pick him up from some boring class, he literally won't shut up for the rest of your "trip" I hope you're glad you have hand day every day now, because Floyd isn't going to give you a break after you've demonstrated what you can do.

Idia Shroud

LMAO WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO PICK HIM UP? FROM COMPUTER DESK TO BED? You're right, now he's completely confused, confused and doesn't know what to do in this situation. Okay, maybe he's dreaming? As you continue to tell him about your day, still holding him in your arms, it dawns on him that this doesn't feel like a dream at all. Oh. OH WAIT WHAT- Now for a week he definitely avoids coming close to you. He loves you, but please give him a few working days to come to his senses after this. Okay, now you use it against him. Has it already passed midnight? Take him in your arms and carry him to bed. What can he do to you? At first, he definitely showed his dissatisfaction, but soon he already accepted his fate and even waited for the time when you would come to him. He would definitely fall asleep in your arms a couple of times. You know, the state when you are so tired that all you want is, no matter where, to sleep for several hours in a row I dare say that his sleep pattern is literally based on your habit. By the way you come to his room, he can tell that in half an hour he will already be lying in bed with you in your arms.

Malleus Draconia

He's in love I'm not kidding, you constantly surprise him, don't you? He's never been treated like this, and now you, the man he's head over heels in love with, just pick him up and pick him up? He doesn't even know what to do in such situations. He could definitely ask you to pick him up next time. I don't think he would ASK you to pick him up, but it's not like he's against the idea, you know? This is unusual and however he does not feel uncomfortable, so if you want this, he is always for it. He doesn't care if other students see you. But believe me, if Sebek sees you two, you will HEAR HIM first and only then will he appear in your field of vision lol He is definitely the only one of this group who will take your actions completely calmly. Like, yes, this is unusual, but also nothing completely “out of the ordinary” happened, right? If you carry him in your arms during your nightly dates, he will be on the verge 🤏 to resist the desire to propose to you. I mean: you, your beautiful face in the moonlight, the silence of the night, your calm voice and loving gaze that is directed only at him? Darling, he falls in love with you even more

The characters do not belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, please do not edit, translate, repost my works on other platforms, also without my permission and @

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I tried to covertly exclude one of my friends from game nights ? 🎮🎧📞

tw: disordered eating, self harm

I've got a discord friend group of about 15 people though only 10 or so are regularly active and game nights often are usually around 6 people but they rotate who participates often. We're all in the 20s and mostly nonbinary / genderqueer / trans one way or another. I'm 25 ftm personally (they them) and the friend this is about in particular is 22mtf (she/they).

Friend is really excited to hit the 1 year marker in her transition and loves sharing how excited she is about her progress - how strangers at her job are gendering her correctly more and more often, how her cup sizes are growing, how much weight she's lost, wardrobe updates, getting to learn girl things from their very supportive mom, etc etc etc. It's all very exciting, I remember hitting my 1 year marker and i'm genuinely really happy for her.

The thing is I struggled with disordered eating in the past. Several others in our friend group have as well and it's something we've talked about both in related and unrelated convos to this issue. Friend keeps an excel spreadsheet with her measurements from bust to hips to weight and will update us frequently whether we've expressed interest in hearing the exact numbers or not. Exact Numbers was one of the things I kept track of and hearing her tracking them (for very different reasons) will often set me off and i'll start taking more and more unhealthy actions, falling back into disordered habits.

Friend has adhd and very poor impulse control. She often joins conversations and talks over people, completely changes conversational topics on a dime, or forgets who is in a call at any moment and brings up someone's triggers. She'll almost always apologize if someone mentions a social mistake she's made, but because the weight/food intake/number watching is so important to them as a way to track their transition it's the one thing that keeps coming back and back and back. I and the others have tried talking in voice calls, mentioning in text chats in the group and even DMing her but because of the topic and this group being the friend group she feels safest in (we were all the first to know and hyped them up on the hrt journey) these are some convos she only gets to have here

and because of the topic, i feel rude or embarrassed when I have to say "hey can we not talk about this right now or i'm gonna have to leave". So on most nights if it comes up I'll just deafen / go afk / just zone out entirely until the conversation has passed. If it doesn't seem like it's going to or they are so in depth that it's genuinely triggering a self harm response i'll fully leave instead so she can keep having her fun and get excited

Game nights are different though

I'm usually the host of game night and so can pick when we play our silly little games. Obviously people can and do still hangout and do things together Not on specific game nights, and we all do, but game nights are my thing. We play party games over discord or multiplayer competition games or lately have been getting into games like content warning and lethal company when there's 4 or sometimes 5 of us (either someone wants to hang out but only watch or we rotate around who plays round by round)

Friend is often working in the evenings and so bc this is an online friend group they don't actually know my work schedule. We usually only have about half the total number of participants be around for game night anyways, so I've been thinking of occasionally lining up game nights for nights when she's mentioned being busy by saying i work the other nights - but only sometimes. I do really like friend. She can be so much fun to hang out with, excitingly competitive and with interesting knowledge to share and generally a good sport no matter the actual game we're playing. But sometimes the worry about the triggering and the trigginering itself are too much. sometimes i just can't handle when she does it and knowing i can't leave and asking her to stop expressing her joy makes me feel like an asshole anyways so i don't want to be around it.

To be clear. I do not think they are an asshole. Friend is genuinely one of my friends. I like her and hanging out with her. they do not trigger me (or any of the others w this same trigger) maliciously. this is solely would I be the asshole.

TLDR: My friends way of tracking her transition sometimes triggers my eating disorder. would I be the asshole for planning game nights that I host and cannot leave / tune out conversations during so that she cannot attend as often in hopes that I am not triggered as often?

[lokideservesahug]

Obsessed In Love II

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Pairing: Yandere! Checo Pérez x gn!reader

Warnings: Dark themes, yandere, hints to drugging, kidnapping, suggestive, badly translated Spanish (sorry)

Notes: You asked for a part 2 so I had to deliver... And just imagine both Checo and the reader live in the smse country as the race because that's one if the only ways that the start will make sense. Also I'm working on a Mark Webber request so hopefully that will be out at some point!

Summary: What happens when you wake up in a random bed with no recollection of the day before. You just accept it because nothing weird could have happened...right?

Part 1

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You wake up with a huge headache and in an unfamiliar place. Well not wholly unfamiliar, the top of the bedpost looked slightly familiar. You give it some thought and realise that Checo has a similar bed if not the same one. Not that you keep track of Checo's bed or anything... You had seen Checo's bedroom in the occasional Red Bull mandated video call here and there but that was about it. Despite your close relationship on track, that was it. A truly professional work relationship that unfortunately didn't extend to many outside of work hours or walls (as much as Checo had tried to invite the whole team out just to see you there). You feel very grogy waking up and can't remember much of the end of the previous day. After you finished filming the video, your memory becomes cloudy.

You groan and stop yourself from trying to remember too much of yesterday else it will give you a headache. You go to get out of bed, still not fully processing the fact that you werent in your own room only to find you were caged in by something heavy lying around your waist. Your eyes widen. Oh no... you weren't alone. You curse at your foolishness of not realising that if course you'd be with someone else if you were in a foreign room. You lift the person's arm up (damn they had nice muscles) and turn on yoir side to see if you recognised the person beside you. The last thing you'd have ever expected dthough was to see your boss. Sergio Pérez. "Oh sh-" He groans slightly at your disturbance of the peace and sleeping adjusts himself so he's lying with one leg draped over you, face buried in the side of your chest.

At his sudden change in scenery, he begins to wake up. You wait with baited breath to see his reaction and as his sleep drowsed eyes meet yours, you swear you see a small smile flash across his lips before he sports a similar shocked face to your current one. He rubs his eyes and sits up and as he repositions, you note that his leg is still touching yours. He smirks and begins to speak in an odd attractive, rapsy morning voice (gosh you shouldn't be having these thoughts) "Not that I don't want you in my bed but what are you doing here querida?" You shake your head and shrug.

"I-I don't know..." You try and cast your mind back to last night when your predicament finally settles. You. Your boss. Alone. In his bed. You gasp. "You don't think we...?" His eyebrows raise at your suggestion. You avoid his eyes and feel the flitter of your heartbeat at the thought. You ahd always had a thing for him (not that you'd even admit it to yourself). He shakes his head. "I hope not." You feel yourself frown and physically deflate at his words. You can't help it. "Wait no, querida I don't mean it like that..." You turn and face him and raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "It's just- well. Never mind." He looks down almost embarrassed and you scoot closer to him. "Go ahead. I won't judge." He meets your eyes again and smiles softly. "Please forgive me if I'm being to forward but I just feel like a moment like that would be magical and I just wouldn't want to forget that."

You're left speechless at his words and feel your cheeks warm. You identity your mouth to say something but he cuts across you. "You don't need to say anything I just wanted to get that off my chest." You nod and smile at him. "Now what kind of a host would I be if I didn't make breakfast for you?" You laugh softly at his words and tilt your head in amusement. "His smile widens at your clear enjoyment if his words and so he continues. "You stay here Querida and I'll go and make some breakfast for us." He leaves the room, closing the door with a gentle click. You stretch out and enjoy the feeling if his soft bedding (that smells exactly like his cologne that you've notices often in your time working for him) whilst you look around at his room, taking in all of the new sights.

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Checo made a wonderful breakfast and after he beconed you to the dining room, you lost track of time just talking. So much so that when you look at the time, you realise that you need to arrive at red bull hospitality in less than an hour. "Shit." You curse your luck as you look down at your clothes still from yesterday. Checo raises his eyebrows at your profanity and you explain to him. "I need to go and get changed for FP1 and I think my house is too far away!" You scramble out of the chair and through the doorframe you went through as you came downstairs.

You don't when clock Checo's distant calls until hes right behind you as you bend down to put your shoes on. "Cariño, there's no use. You won't make it on time." You hang your head in shame and finally accept what you refused to moments ago. "However, I do have some clothes lying around that I'm sure would fit you and you could wear to work!" You meet his eyes and cast him a grateful look.

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Checo end up giving you an entire set of new clothes after you shower and wash your body (as per his instructions). In your still stresses haze, you don't question why he has clothes lying around his house that really do fit you well. You're impressed that he gives you an entire outfit. Well bar a shirt but he says that you'd be fine just to wear one of his red bull shirts. You put on the Red Bull shirt (unsurprisingly his own metch with a little SP11 over the right breast) and you try and style the slightly baggy shirt. When you exit his bedroom where he let you change, you fail to notice the hungry pair of eyes or the ravenous,possessive gaze that comes with them.

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Checo was kind enough to drive you and when you eventually reach the doors of Red Bull hospitality, you're on time to the minute. You ignore the suspicious glances that everyone is casting the both of you for arriving together and you head to your office to get the schedule for today.

You walk back out to the foyer and are greeted by Max. You smile and wave at him, exchanging a few pleasantries as your eyes scan the room and doorways for Checo. You find him in the adjacent room and as Max's on assistant comes to tech him, you walk over to Checo. He's hunched over his phone with a prominent scowl on his face. "Are you ready to go to your driver's room?" You ask the Mawxican. He perks up at your words and nods as he walks off to get changed.

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FP1 goes by eith next to no issues. There is a good variety of cars performing well at the track and unsurprisingly, both the red bulls have good pace. You sit down. You've been feeling a bit dizzy all throughout the day and can't help but have a small inkling in the back of your mind that this isn't the first time this has happened today. By the time both Free Practise sessions and all team meetings have ended, you go to see Checo in his driver's room. You knock gently on the door and wait.

The door opens with a soft click. "Hello querida. Come in." He gestures you inside and you take a seat at one end of the sofa. You continue to talk. You find yourself caught up in a large rant with Checo not responding to anything. You turn to look at him only to notice his eyes firmly set on you. "What? Is something wrong?" He just shakes his head and you watch as his eyes give you a quick glance up and down. Suddenly, you become hyperaware of your close proximity and before you can give it any more thoughts, your lips meet with his.

You whine softly at the contact and thread you hand into his hair. He puts a hand gently on your waist as you pull apart for air. You look into us eyes and can't help but blush at what just happened despite where you found yourself this morning. He places his hand gently under your jaw and tilts your head back up. You meet his dilated pupils and he jumps straight back in to a much more passionate kiss this time filled with more tongue. The two if you fight for dominance with your mouths but in the end it is him that wins and the two of you continue to kiss until you feel a slight thrombin in your head. You pull back and smile at the man. "Sorry. I've just been having the worst headache all day." He nods sympathetically. "I get it cariño. You You rest for a bit and I'll wake you once I've finished the right up for today and we can go home. You forget about your surroundings as you lean your head tentatively against his shoulder. You see him pick up his laptop on the side table and continue to type. As you drift out of consciousness you swear you can hear a low mumble of what appears to be "Eres toda mía ahora, ¿no?" Followed by a small kiss to the forehead.

You're all mine now, aren't you?

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You stir softly later in the evening when the moon is still high in the sky and the light of the stars shiens through the small crack in the curtains. A part in the back of your mind begins to worry as you're not in your own bed once again but you're

put at ease when you hear the distant voice of Checo in the distance. You Don even try and pay attention to his conversation, clearly in Spanish, and waltz right back into the open arms of slumber waiting to be woken again hopefully with your newfound lover by your side.

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Checo whispers in loud, harsh Spanish to the person on the other end of the phone.

"No, no me importan las consecuencias... Sí, lo entiendo... Pero ahora son míos, eso es lo único que importa... No, no escaparán, estoy seguro de que puedo mantenerlos aquí para siempre. .. Oh, encontraré una manera. No te preocupes."

No I don't care about the consequences... Yes I get that... But they're mine now that's all that matters... No they won't escape, I'm sure I can keep them here forever... Oh I'll find a way. Don't you worry.

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[sunwoniie]

NEEDY PART 2

Pairing: idol!virgin!jungwon x idol!virgin!femreader

Synopsis: your group notice that you were acting weirdly lately, and you're quickly irritated, you constantly making mistake in the choreography your going to perform at your concert in a few days. You are distracted by something and as one of the leaders, jungwon, helps you out...

Warnings: first time for both, oral sex (f receiving) missionary, riding (I think that's it).

English is not my first language.

Read part 1 here

You barely survived yesterday with haera trying to embarrass you in front of your group. She went so far as to push you “accidentally” towards Jungwon. You wished you could use those knives in the kitchen to kill her.  

“Please y/n, try to focus on your steps and make them coordinate with Jungwon’s” your choreographer begs you as she displays a desperate expression on her face. You’re still trying to perfectionate the intro of “bite me”, and like yesterday, you still don’t manage to do it right. 

“I swear, I’m trying!” you whine as you brush out your hair from your face. Sweat drips from your face and your chest is heavily going up and down.  

“Jungwon guide her movement.” The choreographer orders before she starts the song, Jungwon tries as hard as he can to dance for him and you, and by that, it means he touches you as he tries to guide you but that makes you mess up the choreography more than before.  

The choreographer stops the song before she holds her forehead while sighing, she then looks at her watch and without looking at us she says, “it’s lunch time anyway. Go eat, we will see this later”. 

Everyone starts to either leave the room or take their belongings, and as you were about to take your stuff, your choreographer stops you in your track, “y/n if you still mess up the dance later, we’re going to have to switch with another girl” she warned you with her eyebrows lifted. You didn’t respond, you just stared at her as you slightly nodded.  

At this moment, you just want to cry. You feel miserable at how you were seen at the element that could probably mess up the choreography.  

The room is emptying, and you are the last one to get out. The members start to go towards the cafeteria, but you start to head in the opposite direction. “unnie we’re going to eat! You don’t want to come with us?” Minji, the youngest girl, asks out loud cause you were pretty far from them. “I'm not hungry!” you yelled back with a reassuring smile. You are hungry but you start to feel your tears welling up and you won’t manage to stop them.  

You are heading towards your studio and when you change hallway —and made sure that one can see—you tears start falling down your cheeks one after the other. You are a crying mess at this point. Even though, you are sure that no one can see you, you hold your whimpering because you know if you cry out loud you won’t be able to stop yourself. 

You stop crying for a second hearing loud footsteps, like someone running, behind you. “y/n!” you recognize Jungwon's voice, ‘shit’ you say to yourself, but you didn’t stop walking nor turn around. You don’t want him to see you like that. “Wait Y/N” you can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, so you start walk faster, “what do you want Jungwon?” you ask trying not to sound like you’re crying.  

You didn’t receive a respond but instead he arrives at your level and stops you by putting himself in front of you. 

“y/n, what’s—” “I'm okay Jungwon so please leave me alone” Jungwon stays silent for a bit because of your harsh words but he knows you didn’t mean them. 

You kept your head down the whole time, not wanting to show your face to him. Suddenly, you feel your wrist being grip as your body is being pulled. You found yourself being forced to walk. “Jungwon what are you doing?” You ask confused, but he didn’t answer, he just keeps on walking. 

You arrived in front of his studio’s door, he opens it and wait for you to enter but you just stand still looking at him confusedly, “Jungwon, why are you bringing me here?” “Just enter.” he demands. You do as he asks et wait for him to enter as well before he closes the door behind him. 

He suddenly puts his hands on your shoulders and gently, he pushes you to sit on his studio’s couch. He then squads to your levels before he puts his hands on your knees. You flutter by his action, you cheeks are definitely red and perhaps your cunt is already wet but you’re not very sure. 

“Now tell me what’s happening to you lately? And don’t try to lie” he warns with a strict tone. You realize that you’re trapped, and you can’t even escape. 

You sigh before saying, “i-i can’t really talk about it...that’s a little bit embarrassing” you say looking away from him. “Is it about period? Don't worry, I'm well-informed on the subject. I have a big sister.” He reassures you to be comfortable with you. 

“No, it’s not that. You can’t help me anyway” ‘yes you can but I'm to embarrass to ask you something like that’ you think to yourself. 

“Tell me! Perhaps I can help you” you look at him awkwardly with your cheeks all red. You really can’t escape, you have to tell him... 

“I'm ovulating.” you say quietly he barely heard it, “you’re what?” he questions as he lifts one eyebrow. You take another big respiration, “I'm ovulating” you let out loud and clear. 

Instead of having an embarrassed expression, Jungwon was confuse, “what’s the matter with it?”. You sigh as you realize it’s going to be more embarrassing and harder than you expected. “You don’t know what ovulation means?” you ask, “I know what it means. This is the time of the month when women are most likely to get pregnant. Yeah, what’s the problem with that?” he asks as he tilts his head to side. 

“Yes, but that's not all,” you mark a pause before you continue, “it’s also the time of the month when women—not all but most of them—get kind of—really...horny.” You see Jungwon's eyes are growing big. 

“The reason why I'm distracted, irritated and I keep messing the choreography is because I can’t make myself to think of something else than having...sex.”  

Jungwon still doesn’t say anything, and you stay silence for a few second before he talks first, “I can help you” “what?!” “we can have...sex if that’s what you want” you shake your head as you chuckle out of nervousness, “if this is way of getting you to concentrate than I don’t mind” he say cluelessly “n-no we can’t—” “or you don’t want to have sex with me...” he says kind of in a questioning tone. “No, I want to do it with you but—but I don’t want this to change our friendship” “it won't changes our friendship if you agree it won’t”  

“I'm a virgin” you say not knowing why you’re try to make him change his mind even though you really want to have sex with him. “I'm a virgin too” “we don’t even have condoms and I don’t really want risk it.” All of a sudden, he gets up and goes to his desk, he starts to search around his desk, “we do have condoms” he says lifting his hand with a few condoms on his hands. “Why do you have that?” “it’s heeseung hyung’s” he affirms cluelessly as he comes back to you with the condoms in his hand. “Why would heeseung oppa give you that?” you ask as he puts the condoms on the table next to couch and starts to remove the couch’s pillows being you, “I don’t know maybe he knows that this moment would happen” he says nonchalantly as he continues removing the pillows. 

“What are you doing?” you ask talking about the fact that he’s removing the pillows, “I'm removing the pillows to give us some space” when he’s done with the pillow, he puts he hands on your shoulders and guides you down the couch. You feel you back touch the couch, your heart starts to beat fast; you are excited and scared at the same time and Jungwon can see that. 

“y/n relax, I'll try my best not to hurt you” he reassures you as he’s being on top of you, between your legs. You dreamt about this moment for so long but now that you’re living it, you just can help but to be scared.  Jungwon sees that you still didn’t relax so he gets closer to your face, “is it okay if I kiss you?” you nod, and he directly dives into your lips. 

None of you have experience kissing, but somehow, you’re enjoying it even though it’s kind of messy. You can feel you pussy being soaked as you unconsciously start to rub your hips again his hips to get some friction, exchanging moans and groans between each other. You can feel he’s boner through all the fabrics.  

Jungwon leaves your lips to attack your neck and that’s when you start to be a moaning mess. You sense Jungwon's hand going under your t-shirt and pull down the upper hem of your bra so he can access your breast. “ngh” you let out as you feel him play with you nipple. 

After a while he stops playing with your nipple and slide his hands down your body, he sneaks his hands under your jogging and your panties until he gets your desperate part of your body. You feel his finger caressing your clit, you moan out loud, and Jungwon notices that you like it, so he begins to play with your clit less softly. 

Your walls start to clench around nothing and somehow Jungwon guessed it. He shifts to a downside localization, which means your vagina. 

He attempted to insert two fingers in, without really thinking but instead of hearing moans, he hears: “ah, stop that hurts” you frantically bring your hand to stop him from going further. He quickly pulls away his fingers, “shit, I'm so sorry” he says pulling his hand off your pants.  

You begin to be less confident about this, you can’t even take finger how are you going to take a dick. “We should stop” you let out stopping Jungwon from taking your jogging off. “What? Why?” “I'm scared. It's hurt only with your fingers how can I be able to take something bigger” the young man approaches your face before he kisses it, “don’t worry Y/N, I heard that it’s normal for it to hurt the first time” he goes back to trying to take your jogging off, “leave it to me, as I said I'll try my best to make it less hurtful” 

He slowly pulls your jogging and your panties, at once, down your body. Your skin is met with the coldness of the air and not so long after, your slit is going to feel the same coldness because right after Jungwon finished taking your bottoms off, he separates your legs allowing him to see your beautiful untouched white flower.  

You feel vulnerable under Jungwon's gaze, the main thing that defines you as a biological woman is on full display to the young man on top of you. You feel Jungwon's breath on your pussy, “what are you going to do?” you ask nervously not liking the fact that you don’t know what you should be prepare for. “I'm going to lick you.” he affirms, “you know how to do that?” “Nope but let’s see how it goes.” without warning you he begins to give you kitty licks. 

“ngh! Oh my gosh!” you moan out loud informing Jungwon that he’s doing a good job. So, he takes that as a sign to intensify the incredible feeling that he’s creating between your thighs. His kitty licks changes to him torturing your clit with his tongue, “J-Jungwon—ngh —ahh” your chest starts to rise up and down, you’re loving the feeling.  

Suddenly, you feel something enter your vagina, “ah” you let out because of the pain it causes. However, Jungwon doesn’t stop licking and continues inserting his finger until it is all in. You don’t have time to think of the pain because all the pleaser Jungwon procures you. When he feels that you are ready, he starts to move his finger in and out, and you don’t feel any pain but pleasure. 

“Are you okay? It doesn't hurt you?” Jungwon stops what he was doing for a few seconds, but the fingering, to make sure you are enjoying it, “no, I-It doesn’t” you shake your head while your eyes are close, too immersed in the moment. 

Jungwon goes back to literally eating you out and after a while of fingering you with one finger, he adds another one without preventing, “oh fuck, that hurts” Jungwon heard you loud and clear that’s why he doesn’t stop from licking you. Again, the pleasure overcomes the pain, and he begins to slide his fingers in and out.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuc—ngh" he hears that you starting to get used to two fingers, he starts to separate his two finger inside your vagina. “Fuck, it hurts, it hurts” he ignores you and go on with his action while eating you out. 

He’s making sure that he stretches you, so you’ll be prepared for his dick.  

You bring your hands to your thigh and pinch yourself, so your brain focuses on that pain instead of the one between your thighs. It’s going to leave a blue mark because you couldn’t care less.  

Your technic seems to work out because you don’t feel any more pain between your thighs but only pleasure. “please~ jungwo-ngh" Jungwon stops stretching you with his fingers because he thinks you're ready enough and he trust you with his two digits. 

“Oh, shit Jungwon—aah” you feel big, something that you never felt before while masturbating, down your stomach, “Jungwon i-i feel weird d-down—ngh~” before you could finish your sentence you feel like something explode between your thighs. Like an orgasm but 10 times better than you’ve ever experience. 

You're breathing in and out heavily, taking your time to come back to your senses. In the meantime, Jungwon withdraws his fingers, with cum all over them. You eye him bringing his fingers to his fingers and sucking on them. Even though you just came, this view of him sucks on your cum makes you needy for more.  

“How did I do for a first time?” he asks still licking his fingers, “it was good” you state softly. He chuckles at your respond, showing his dimple, before he gets up from the couch and unties the lace of his jogging before sliding it down and takes it out completely. You notice his well-visible boner peeking through his boxer before he also takes it down, reveling his large, throbbing, member. Despite the slight darkness of the studio, you perceive a liquid coming out of the tip.  

He comes back to his former position between your thighs, he stretches out his arm to take a condom on the table, opens it and you can see him struggle to find the right way to put the condom. “You know how to put condom on, right?” you ask lifting yourself to be on your forearms as you look at him while tilting your head? “Yeah, I know, heeseung hyung taught me. I just need to remember how to do it” you completely lift yourself to a sitting position before taking the condom from his hands, “let me do” you say before awkwardly taking his dick in your hands, which makes you earn a low groan from him, and putting the condom on the tip, then you pinch the tip of the condom with one hand and roll down the rest with the other. “How do you know how to do that?” Jungwon asks while you’re laying back down, “I saw a post on Instagram that shows how to do it” “I didn’t Instagram would allow this things” he says suspecting you of know this from adult websites. 

Jungwon aligns himself with your entrance but before doing anything he throws a glance at you, “are you still okay with that?” “Yes, more than okay” you answer quickly, which makes him chuckling. 

He begins to insert slowly his cock into you, making him moan but you let a hurt sound out of your mouth. Jungwon crawls on top of you and traps your waist between his arms while resting his hands on the couch. He leans down to kiss you while he still slowly inserts his member inside of you. “mmh~~” you try to say something while hitting his arm, but you can because of Jungwon's lips.  

It's hurting and you know Jungwon is trying to distract you by kissing you, but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t stop introducing himself into you, “mmh—mmh” your voice broke down as tears started to form, you bring your hand onto Jungwon hips to stop him from moving forward. He stops the kiss and see tears rolling down your face, “stop~it hurts it hurts” you break down, but Jungwon doesn’t remove his dick but instead he brings his hands to your cheek to wipe your tears before he gives you smack, “I'm sorry y/n! If I do this,” he put the hand that wiped your tears on your clit as he starts to fidget it, “while putting it in” he continues to enter his cock, “does it still hurt you?” “it’s hurt a little bit but less than before” Jungwon nods, “so it’s okay if I keep going?” you nod slowly. 

After a while of playing with your clit and inserting his dick, Jungwon finally put it all in. When he finally did, he let out wavering whimpers and you, a loud moan, ”ngh, fuck, I-it's all in” he lets you know as his body starts to slightly flicker. He feels like he could cum only by being in you, he could feel your walls, your tight and warm walls, clenching around him and you can feel his dick twitch inside of him.  

Jungwon let out a long moan, as you feel something growing inside your vagina, ‘did he just cum? Just by putting it’ you say to yourself. “Sorry i-i just came” he says rising his body up and withdraws himself from you making your walls clench around nothing. 

You chuckle while watching him taking the condom off, tie it and throwing it somewhere, “stop laughing, it happens a lot” he says while taking another condom on the table and he's going through the same process again.  “I just found you cute” Jungwon lifted his head at you after he finished putting the condom. He crawls back at you with a big smile on his face and makes out with you while, with his hand, he takes his recent hard on and put it back in you. He didn’t insert the whole thing right away, he wants to see if it going to bother you but smirks when he feels you trying desperately pushing yourself on him. 

From there, he slowly begins to trust making you moan against each other’s lips. You wrap your arms around his torso taking too much pleasure. Jungwon's detaches his lips from yours to have some air, but it allows you hear his heavenly moans each time his trust, “fuck—ngh, you’re so tight” “Jungwon” you call him out breathing heavily, “mmh?” “Can you go faster?” you ask and without wasting any seconds he goes faster. 

“y-yes, like tha—ngh" his dick keeps torturing a spot that’s making you want to cum, you never know you had a spot that could make feel this good. “J-Jungwon Jungwon~~” he loves hearing you say his name, it makes him go insane and he could feel himself almost close to his climax, “Jungwon, I think I'm about to cum” “m-me too, let’s cum together”. 

And after a few more trust, you both came at the same time. His dick is still twitching inside of you as you feel the condom growing bigger and bigger inside of you, and he could feel your vagina clenching nonstop. 

You stay still for some minutes trying to come to your senses, as both your bodies are still flickering from your recent orgasm. 

Jungwon lifts himself from you and sits on the couch as he takes off the condom and repeats the same processus before he puts it on the table. Then, he lays his back on the couch still catching his breath. You sit up from your laying position also catching your breath as you see him closing his eyes with his mouth open. 

Even with your recent orgasm, you were still not satisfied; ovulation really makes you an animal on heat. You sat there silently, looking at Jungwon's body, more precisely his dick, that is not hard anymore, laying on his thigh. 

Jungwon sense that something is wrong because of how your silence, he opens one of his eyes and catches you staring at his dick. “You wanna go for more?” he asks catching your attention, “mmh?” you question with your doe eyes even if you heard him very well. “you’re still horny?” he asks, opening his eyes as he turns his head towards you while he crosses his arms on his chest. 

“Uhm...yes” you say chuckling awkwardly which makes him chuckle too, “get on top of me” you excitedly get up do to do what he demands which results of you on top of him with his dick in-between. You stretch out your arm to take another condom, open it, put it on his tip, pinch the tip and roll it down. You put one of your hands on his shoulder as you lift yourself from him, while the other is holding his, already hard, dick and align it with your entree. As you, slowly slid yourself down, feeling his cock going deeper and deeper until it reaches this end and you two moan. 

You bring your other hand on Jungwon's free shoulder and on steady rhythm, you start to go up and down on his hard on. Jungwon is already a moaning mess, he puts his hands on hips, not to make you trust him just because he doesn’t know where to put them.  

Without any control on your own body, it goes faster than before as your searching for your own climax. Up and down, round and round: you repeat this action again and again as you feel his dick keeps hitting your sweet spot.  

“y/n y-you're going t-too fast—ngh~” he whimpers with his head laid back on the headrest of the couch with his eyes closed. “I-I'm sorry but I can’t slow down, I'm about to cum” you trust a few more times before you finally release yourself as you slow down your moves and Jungwon cum not a while after. 

Your head is tilt at the back showing how good your orgasm is before you slowly relax all your muscles and you let your head fall onto Jungwon's shoulder as your hips are still flickering. 

“Are you satisfied?” Jungwon asks in a low voice after you calmed down, “yes~ thank you so much wonie~” you say sliding your hands from his shoulders to his back to hug him tightly. He brings his hand up to pat your head as you can hear him smile.  

“y/n” he calls you out, “mmh?” “If something like this happens to bother you again in the future, come to me” you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him with a smile before kissing him, “yes, I'll do! Thank you so much wonie oppa!” you hug him another time before you release your grip around him and get up from his lap, “we should start heading back. The others will wonder about our absence.” you say while taking your clothes from the floor before putting them back on, “yeah” Jungwon responds before he follows you. 

Meanwhile at the cafeteria:

Laughter and chatters are animating the Enhypen table, “why are Jungwon and y/n taking so long? We're about to finish eating” heeseung asks checking his watch, “perhaps, they are playing mommy and daddy...” haera says innocently before putting some food in her mouth. Everyone turns to her, taken aback about what she just said but before they have the time to argue about what she just said, they all hear people entering the cafeteria, laughing. It was you and Jungwon, but they mostly noticed how big of a smile you have, on your face.  

Some of them are still eyeing you two as you’re heading towards where they serve the food and others stare at haera who looks back at them with a “I told you" expression as she shrugs her shoulders. 

“Sorry for being late” Jungwon says as you both put down your plates. Everyone was looking at you except Minji, who was playing with her phone. 

“I'm so hungry” you state just after you sat down, “oh, I'm sure you are” haera, who’s sitting next to you, comments making you look at her and then you noticed all the eyes on you two. Jungwon's noticed them too, you both throw glances at each other. 

‘fuck’ you mentally curse out. 

Later this day, you’re about to finally go home after a hard rehearsal but before heading out the dance room, your choreographer interrupts you, “wait y/n” you stop in your track and you turn around, “I don’t what happened between lunch time but you must have eaten something incredible because what you did this afternoon was mind blowing” you smile shyly, “thank you” “go rest cause you going to need it for tomorrow” she smiles widely at you before you bow at her before you join the other. 

‘Yeah, I had something incredible at lunch time.’ you smile at yourself.

Part 1

N/A: it took me a while to write this cuz damn 4300 words it's a lot !! I'm not posting anything until July but the next this I want to do is a scenario with haera and jay. Would you guys be interested ?

Taglist: @y9jungone @peonywon @secretlyapartofthisfandom @jwonistic @chocobread5 @ilovejungwonandhaechan

[justauthoring]

not a cuddler, then?

requested! -> uhh can i ask for comfort cuddles with sanemi? i feel like I'd would be sooo adorable because he's not really this tpye, but he would try for is love requested by! -> anonymous

a/n -> him and genya do be my babies

(also, not spell checked!)

pairing -> sanemi shinazugawa x f!reader

he was stiff against your back, arms locked around you tense and frozen in place.

the laugh that bubbled from your throat was, truthfully and to your defence, out of your control.

"what?" sanemi growls from behind you; you feel his chest rumble against your back and the laughter bubbles up all over again. sweet, melodic giggles leave your lips as sanemi stares behind you, thoroughly offended and embarrassed, mouth left agape. "fucking what?"

when you simply continue to just laugh, sanemi takes matters into his own hands; literally. his much larger hands grip you by your hips, lifting you and forcing you to face him. you're sit in his lap, legs straddling his own, and somewhere along the way your hands had moved to cover your lips, leaving you peaking through them hesitantly at sanemi's rather sour face.

"oi," he calls, growing further frustrated at your lack of reply to him. taking your hands by the wrists, he pulls them away from your face, revealing the shit-eating grin that had been hidden behind them. he narrows his eyes. "what the fuck is so funny?"

biting your lip, you let your arms fall; "you."

and pauses a moment, as if believe he'd heard you wrong before the silence echoes and realizes no, he definitely heard you right. "me?" he echoes, jerking back.

you nod. "you," you confirm. then, feeling pity for him adn your teasing, you just take his hand in yours, threading your fingers and squeeze. "we don't have to cuddle if you don't want to, sanemi."

"who said i didn't like cuddling?"

"no one," you shrug; "but it's pretty clear."

and you're not sure how he does it, but sanemi actually has the audacity to look surprised at that.

"sanemi," you sigh, "you were as stiff as a board. it's okay."

pulling you closer by your hips, sanemi shakes his head. "it's not that i don't like cuddling," he admits, "it's just... i'm not used to it. and... well—..."

he cuts himself off, his words drifting as he shifts his gaze, refusing to meet your own. you raise a brow at the action, confused, quick to bend to move back into his line of vision with a gentle smile. "i'm sorry for laughing," you offer, "but you can tell me. i won't laugh, promise."

he eyes you like he doesn't believe you, but a minute more of your unwavering stare and sanemi is caving like he always seems to be when it concerns you.

"...i'm scared i'm going to hurt you."

your eyes widen as your face falls, having never expected such a honest admission. your relationship with sanemi was still quite new and the both of you were exploring what boundaries you were comfortable breaking and what ones you weren't yet.

you knew sanemi was a rather hot-headed man, but he'd never been anything but kind to you. sure, he could be crude and his words had more bite then others, but you knew it never held any malious; not towards you at least.

besides, his actions had never been anything but gentle.

and now, if you thought about it, you guess you could say too gentle at times. it was clear to you now, why.

stretching his palms in front of him, sanemi frowns; "all i've ever done is hurt people... i don't know how to love. and i don't want to hurt you by accident."

shaking your head, you're quick to set your hands over his own, pulling them and the scars that rest there away from his gaze; instead, you redirect his gaze back on you. smiling gently, you guide his hands to your waist.

"you could never hurt me, sanemi," you assure. "i trust you wholeheartedly."

and his lips part, as if wanting to argue.

you don't give him the chance.

"you've never been anything but gentle with me," you express earnestly. "soft and warm and gentle. we don't have to cuddle until you're comfortable, but just being in your arms is enough to make me feel safe."

that seems to catch his attention.

"safe?" he questions, "you feel safe in my arms?"

"always."

"oh."

you grin, wide and genuine and sanemi feels his resolve fading as he takes you in, sat on his lap, and the desire to have you, to touch you grows stronger by the second. it was always a drifting want, one he'd be able to ignore, but now?

now he just wants to hold you close.

leaning forward, sanemi takes you by the waist, spinning you back around until your back is pressed against his chest once more. his arm holds you around the front of your stomach, keeping you close as his face presses into the crook of your neck.

and this time the laugh that leaves your lips sounds like music to sanemi's ears as you cuddle back into him in return, nudging him with your nose along the cheek before pressing a kiss just after.

sanemi realizes, as the moments pass by, that you sink into him without a single care in the world and not a trace of fear. you lean into his grasp and hold him back with just as much love and sanemi thinks then, he loves cuddling.

if it's with you.

[causenessus]

new grounds

part 0.10. TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE . . . 2.3.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . yes i'm changing by tame impala

things were a little quiet after what had happened.

when she first walked into the cafe, she hadn’t seen him and had headed straight for the back. she came back out wearing an apron and almost ran into him.

this happened on a regular basis; the doorway was right around a corner so no one could see if anyone was coming from the other direction. but today was different.

normally–or at least when they had still been at a no-talking-give-each-other-dirty-looks (it was just her giving him dirty looks, his normal face just effortlessly looks angry and mean)-“i hate you” (one-sided, just her hating him because she was convinced he hated her) stage–whenever they almost ran into each other he just kept moving. in the beginning, she would have mumbled a sorry either mumbled a sorry or would have kept on walking as well.

but today, when she walked out of the back, when he saw her he stopped. it surprised her and she stopped too. he had looked at her for a second before she thought she saw his face turn slightly pink and he rushed past her.

the first thought in her mind was immediately that he had stopped because of how she looked today and that made her face warm as well. she tried to focus on taking orders instead, but everything in her was distracted by something else. she was picking at her fingers, her heart was beating fast enough that she could hear it in her ears that had also warmed, and she was absentmindedly repeating back orders and cashing people out. he hadn’t come back to start on any of the orders yet and it was messing with her.

she wanted to see him again, just to confirm what she was thinking. had he stopped because of her or just because he was surprised to see her? but she needed to calm down too before he saw her like this, red-faced and shaking. 

then suddenly he was next to her beginning another order and her thoughts only raced more. she felt like a little school girl the way just his presence could make her a nervous wreck.

how did she feel about him? god, what was wrong with her?

maybe she needed to leave and take a break in the back too. something stupid felt like it was on the verge of blurting out of her mouth. 

she called the order she had just finished, praying to god she had at least made the right drink before she walked into the back again, throwing open the door to the cooler and walking in.

she was pretty sure there was a camera in here but who was going to check it? no one, she hoped. she paced back and forth, letting her face cool down before she came back out. 

when she did, the order screen was empty and he was there, leaning against a counter looking at the floor. he looked up and it took everything in her not to let her heart race and turn her face bright red again. 

“oh. hi,” he said, standing a little straighter.

she tried to act normal, making her way to stand next to him against the same counter. her response was small and quiet, “hi.”

he was racking his brain trying to find something to talk about. he always failed at conversations after the initial greeting. she was looking towards the floor now too, biting her lip as she played with her fingers. “uh…” he started and she looked up, giving her full attention to whatever he was saying. what was he saying? “...that show was really good. the one you guys did last week.”

that brought a smile to her face and he felt himself mirror it. if she was happy, he was happy.

“really? you liked it? i know it was kind of a really weird show but i thought it was pretty funny at the same time. i think i did see you in the audience, actually. you kept looking at the ceiling...were you okay?” she asked, her head tilting a little as she thought about the memory.

“oh, i didn’t know you guys could see that,” he felt a little embarrassed just thinking about it. he probably looked so stupid looking up rather than what was right in front of him the whole show. “i just thought whoever was doing the lighting was doing a good job. that was one of the first shows i’ve ever been to but i realized how much the colors were influencing how we felt so i kept looking up to see what color they would change to next.” he had averted his eyes initially, focusing on a spot on the floor as he tried to explain his thoughts but he looked back at her as he continued, “what was your job again? i feel like you’ve said it somewhere before but i can’t remember.”

maybe he was just bad at reading people’s faces but she almost looked like she was about to cry. but it seemed like they'd be happy tears. she was pouting with her brows furrowed like he had said the sweetest thing on earth, “do you really mean that?”

he blinked, slightly confused by the question, “yeah. why else would i keep looking at the ceiling?"

she could have hugged him on the spot. if keiji had said something like that she would have been screaming and throwing himself into his arms but she tried to contain herself. “sorry," she began, placing a hand on the back of her neck and looking away, "i just say that because i was the lighting designer and board operator, so that means a lot. it’s in my twitter description so you may have read that there.”

that clicked in his memory once she mentioned her twitter description. “you’re right, that’s where i remember seeing that. well,” her eyes slowly looked back up at him and he tried to give her a small smile, “you did a good job.”

they’re putting up chairs when he decides to ask.

“hey,” he starts, to grab her attention. she looks over from the table she just placed a chair over, “we live around the same area, do you want to walk home together again?” sometimes he’s surprised at his own boldness, if he can even call it that. in reality, he just focuses his entire being on what he wants to say and takes it one word at a time.

“if you’re okay waiting for a second, sure,” she answers, “i just have to bring the mugs back from the dishwasher and then i’ll be good.”

“yeah i can wait,” he responds. he's so focused on talking to her he barely keeps himself from saying what's going through his mind. that he could wait for her forever and that this is nothing. but that sounds stupid and sappy so he lifts up another chair instead while she disappears into the back.

once she’s grabbed her bag, she finds him waiting by the door, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket that’s been zipped all the way up. the collar slightly hides his face, making him look even grumpier than usual.

he follows her outside the door before they walk side by side. it feels easier to talk to him today than the last time they walked together, “you know, i didn’t take you as the type to come see a play anyway. did bokuto make you guys come? i saw his tweet, and technically keiji and i did ask him to try to get people to come. he knows a lot more people than us.”

he could stop her and tell her right now. he could tell her no, he actually came because he wanted to see her and what she was passionate about. then he could explain that his friends had actually placed bets on how long it would take for him to ask them to come with him only for him to defy all of their expectations and it was actually only thanks to one of them asking that they went. maybe she would find that funny.

 “yeah, he asked us if we wanted to come with him but i’m glad we did,” he settles for a small lie instead. that's probably better than explaining how nervous she makes him. 

“i’m glad you came too,” she said, facing him with that smile of hers.

if he was thankful for anything today, it was that he got to see her smile today, and that maybe he had been the reason for it.

tsukishima had given him the perfect advice. he wouldn't be able to suppress these feelings forever, but he would never be able to tell her if he didn't step out of his comfort zone. he had run away before, and he regretted it. he wasn't never going to do anything regarding her that he would regret ever again.

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my brain writes in whatever tense it wants so i apologize for going from past tense to present

sigmund freud was on cocaine in case you weren't aware. what a king

whenever yn can vague tweet she can and will because she knows she has a private account but she needs to get her feelings out to more than three people

(it's also her way of trying to give kageyama hints but he never gets them and needs tsukishima to explain everything to him)

yn did make more today but it may have also been due to how sweet she was with everyone at the register because she was giggling and kicking her feet over everything kags said to her <3

(i was going to go on a whole tangent about how the way we perceive ourselves changed doesn't mean something suddenly becomes true and so you all actually look good all the time but then i realized it counteracted like half of this chapter's plot so here's your reminder that you look hot today)

literally the only thing different about y/n today that made her feel prettier than usual was that she got more sleep and decided to wear eyeshadow

the coffee shop does usually get pretty good tips for their environment, coffee, and free entertainment for example:

on yachi-keiji days it's often creating new concotions

on yn-keiji days there are lots of giggles and messes

on yn-kags days it's a free rom-com drama happening in real time

yn-yachi days = gossip time

kags started tweeting about needing help and asthma because he was freaking out and was so embarrassed after he stopped when he saw y/n which is why he took so long in the back because he also went into the cooler to force himself to calm down

if anyone actually checked the security cameras they would have seen kags enter and go 🧍‍♂️ for like eight minutes and then 10 minutes later y/n come in and walk around in circles

someone passed yn and kags as they were walking home and thought they were a cute couple of a cold boy walking his sweet girlfriend home because yn was rambling about something the entire way home and he was just nodding along the entire time with adoration in his eyes

it's very important for kags to understand and listen to what other people are passionate about because he knows what it's like to have a passion and he thinks it's important to acknowledge what other people love as well and he learns/begins to understand a person based off of their passions <3

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[mrsnancywheeler]

thinking about jealous finnick..🤭

just imagine reader was baking something with peeta and she comes to finnick showing the cute cookies and cupcakes and he thinks they are so good, his compliments are through the roof. but then she says "oh but peeta's is so much better i don't think anyone could do what he does" and everyone knows how in love peeta is with katniss but finnick's brain just doesn't register that. so he gets all defensive being all "i could do better" and reader notices him being a little jealous so she teases him further... but eventually she sees how serious he is😭😭 so it ends with "baby you know that peeta is madly in love with the one and only - girl on fire right? and nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you" and finnick gets embarrassed and shy acting like he was just joking... but we know he wasn't

-🐚

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG EVERYONE PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭💔

this is even funnier considering I think finnick can cook, but not bake, but he's also stubborn and loves to try. but you're highly aware every attempt at baking with finnick ends in a huge mess in the kitchen, eating the dough even though you know you shouldn't, burnt goods, probably a food fight with flour and batter on your faces and clothes. it just makes it even funnier when he tries to insist he could probably do better.

and finnick tries to act nonchalant about it even though he isn't and it's just hilarious. his little shrug with an, "i could" and when you laugh he just does a little pout, "I could, tomorrow we'll make something and I'll show you."

"Finn, it's like Peeta's thing. no offense, but he's like a miracle worker when he's baking. and it tastes like pure heaven."

and you praising peeta so much irks finnick because he'd never ever say it, but he feels like he should be better at it then since you seem to like it so much. but he's all cool and suave so he scoffs, "he's fine I guess. I could still do better."

and it's hitting you that he's jealous and you're leaning over the counter enough to kiss his nose and slyly smile, "I don't think you could, I mean the way he kneads the dough with his hands-"

"what's so good about his hands?" he's interrupting you.

"I'm just saying he's skilled."

"with his hands?" and he's crossing his arms, brows furrowing, huffing under his breath, "but you said I was talented with mine."

"you are!"

"but not as good as Peeta. what else did he show you?" and you would be offended by the insinuation if it wasn't for how pouty he was, he looked like a sad puppy as you crossed over to him, laughing slightly.

"finnick, I don't know if you've noticed but he does happen to be madly in love with the girl on fire, and even if he wasn't, which he is. I happen to be madly in love with someone else."

"who?" he's still pouting and you pause from the kisses you'd started peppering on his hands.

"you, finnick, I'm in love with you! like obsessed with you, and your hands, and your eyes, and your laugh, and the pout you do, and the way you make me sit down when you cook so you can look at me, and the way you bring knick-knacks home, I'm so in love with you it's insane."

and he's trying to hide the fact he blushing, "well, yeah, I knew that. of course I knew that." and he pauses for a second before his eyes basically bug out as he rushes out, "and I love you too! in all the same ways! well I guess not really all the same- you know what I mean, but I mean, I just-"

"I know, finnick, I know."

[msmargaretmurry]

Mini fic 13. things you said at the kitchen table would be fun for matthew and leon, because another pair of my blorbos have several Important Scenes in the kitchen, so seeing how that setting is used for others is nice!

as i'm sure everyone has forgotten by now, eons ago i was doing this writing meme, and so many lovely folks left me prompts that i never got to because grad school destroyed my ability to write. but i am trying to get back in a creative groove so we're resurrecting it. so thank you for your patience/sorry about the wait i guess?? 😂 anway —

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“There you are.”

The kitchen had been so quiet that Leon jumps, looking up from his phone to see Matthew leaning in the doorway, eyebrows knit together with a frown. He’s bare-chested, barefoot, wearing the gray sweatpants that had been folded on top of Leon’s hamper, worn once but not dirty enough to put through the wash yet. There’s an array of teeth marks and mouth-shaped bruises down his torso, just starting to bloom with color. If he turned around, Leon knows, there would be a matching constellation on the back of his hip, disappearing under the waistband.

Leon tends to lose himself in the moment. Sometimes it’s a little embarrassing to see what he’s done afterwards.

Matthew tilts his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon looks at his phone again, somewhere in the middle of a mindless scroll through Instagram, then sets it aside. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”

“Coulda woken me up,” Matthew says, that cocky little grin of his tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I woulda tired you back out.” He’s crossing the room as he says this, ignoring Leon’s eye-roll, pulling out a chair to sit down across from him. Elbows on the table, eyebrows raised. The only time he’s stopped looking smug all night is when Leon had him gasping and panting and moaning too hard to look anything but desperate. Which is stupid, because his team kind of got destroyed earlier, but maybe his face is just kind of stuck that way.

Leon doesn’t really get Matthew at all. He likes him well enough — a surprising enough thing on its own, and one that Leon is still reluctant to cop to sometimes. But there’s something impenetrable about him. He always leaves Leon feeling off-balance. Something about the way he walks into every room like there’s no reason he wouldn’t belong there, including Leon’s kitchen. 

The sex is great, though.

Matthew hasn’t spent the night before, but not for any real reason. Just lack of opportunity. Leon usually likes sharing a bed when he has the chance. 

Matthew nudges his foot under the table. “Hey.”

Leon blinks at him. “What?”

“You sure you’re awake?”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ awake,” Leon says, and kicks him back.

“Well then act like it,” Matthew says, catching Leon’s ankle briefly between his feet. “Is everything okay?”

Leon opens his mouth to say yes, but then he takes a moment to consider the situation, and instead he says, “This is a little weird, isn’t it? You and me at the kitchen table?”

“Well, it’s not my fault we’re not still in bed.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I think it’s mostly weird because it’s the middle of the night.” The way that Matthew’s curls fall in his face is distracting. Makes Leon think about how they feel tangled in his fingers. He’d be disappointed if Matthew ever cut his hair short. “You know I’m leaving at the end of the season, right?”

This startles Leon more than Matthew’s sudden appearance two minutes ago. “What?”

“Contract’s up. Bye-bye Calgary.” Matthew shrugs with an extremely measured amount of awkwardness. That— that’s why he’s so fucking confusing. Even his sincerity feels like an act sometimes. But even more than that—

“Why?”

“It’s too fucking cold, I’m homesick, and my coach hates me.”

“No, mean— really, he does?”

Another shrug. So helpful.

“I mean, why are you telling me this?”

“I’m trying to make you pay attention to me,” Matthew says. “Geez, why do you think I’m here?”

Leon raises his eyebrows. “You didn’t get enough attention earlier?”

A tiny grin. “No.”

“So where are you going?”

“Dunno yet.”

“Is that true or are you just not telling me?”

Another shrug. A slightly larger, smugger grin.

“You think I’ll miss you?”

“Nah. You’ve got Davo to keep you warm.”

“We’re not—” Leon ignores Matthew’s dancing eyebrows. “Seriously, why are you telling me this?”

Matthew kicks his foot under the table again. “Come back to bed. We’ve got, what, two games left this season? I’m trying to get the fuckin’ in while I still can.”

“So you’re going somewhere far away,” Leon says.

“Dude, you’re in Edmonton,” Matthew says. “Everywhere is far away.”

“I meant, like, out of the conference.”

Shrug. The temptation to reach across and hold Matthew’s shoulders still is so strong. Instead Leon just meets his gaze, trying for the umpteenth time to figure him out. It doesn’t work, so he looks again at the collage of bruises spilling over his collar bone. He’s changed, in the couple of years they’ve been doing this. His body used to be wirier, but now he’s starting to fill out like a grown man. Leon can feel it on the ice, when he hits him, and in bed when he fucks him. He used to be wilder, more immature, more willing to sacrifice the play to be annoying, but he’s honed that down to an art. Whatever team gets him is going to be blown away by what they find behind his reputation. And Leon— well. It’s strange to feel so acutely that in the grand scheme of things he’ll just be an anecdote in Matthew’s life. It doesn’t bother him, exactly. It’s just a strange little moment. He’d thought, maybe stupidly, that they’d be doing this for years to come. Battles of Alberta and all that. But somehow it makes a lot more sense this way.

“Come on,” he says, standing abruptly. He catches Matthew by the arm on his way around the table, pulling him along back toward the bedroom. Matthew shakes the grip off, but catches his hand instead. In bed, he kisses Leon like he means it, but there are a lot of ways to mean something.

[veren-cos]

Bachelors (sdv) x reader on their period

Gender neutral, but purely because of the prompt, afab reader. I'd say everything I write is gender neutral besides the very rare Trans masc reader ☆

Not proofread and I wrote this in like 25 min- I'll update this when I'm less tired.

Harvey

• A literal doctor.

• Is not weirded out like at all. He is all like, "Oh okay! Do you need anything at all?" And moved on with life

• Maybe has a little blush when you first talk about it? It's a completely normal thing at work (and in life), but it's just because it's you that he wants to make sure he handles it well.

• Would probably get you chocolate. And a heating pad. And blankets. And all the things.

• Aka would just spoil you a bit more than normal, periods suck and he knows-

• If you had any like disorder involving you Period he would be extra on top of stuff.

• Will make sure you are well stocked on and properly take pain meds!

Elliott

• Would just absolutely spoil you!

• Runs a bath, gets chocolate, threw your pajamas in the dryer to get them extra warm, heating pad.

• Might give you a massage if they are super painful? Probably would do it regardless but he would definitely offer if he knew that got bad.

• Idk why he knows so much, maybe it's because of Leah? I don't really write about the bachelotettes, but I feel like she would be super open about it so that's why Elliott knows a lot.

• But yeah he'd be super good to you! Would make you food just because. He is great at spoiling people, but not actually great at knowing what to do physically haha. (I think I mentioned in a previous fic where he just makes you soup if your in pain, he would do that here too)

Shane

• So if I just take Shane as a standalone character I don't think he'd know a lot / want to know/ care.

• But!

• Jas. I'm not sure what age she is supposed to be (literally anywhere from 7-12 imo) but I feel like Shane would have read up on Period stuff in preparation.

• So he would actually be more informed than Elliott!

• Now onto the actual stuff lol-

• He wouldn't be super pamper-y like Elliott and Harvey, but he would definitely help around the house more.

• Animals are all taken care of, crops are all watered, took care of some weeds, etc.

• He would also probably be a bit more physically affectionate purely because he knows you like it.

• Might be a bit embarrassed about it at first but after the first one he gets the gist of what to do.

Alex

• Would be relatively informed just because he is a health nut, but also doesn't know what to do because the most important woman in his life is postmenopausal-

• Probably would just give you chocolate and hugs because he knows like. Emotional and cravings.

• If they were super bad he would ask his grandma for help!

• Wouldn't be embarrassed about it! Once again. Health nut. Gets you pain meds!

Sebastian

• Okay. So. Sebastian.

• Literally lives with 2 ladies. Both very strong confident women. He wouldn't be uninformed by any means, but he probably is still awkward around the topic lmao

• Like if you were complaining he would be like "...." "am I supposed to do something about that?"

• AND HE DIDNT MEAN IT IN A RUDE WAY he was genuinely asking. But he just doesn't know and also is an awkward guy?

• Would do the least out of all the Bachelor's. Maybe just be more emotionally available because Period mood swings be rough. Makes more time to talk about things with you.

• Grabs you ibuprofen or Tylenol, whatever you have in the house.

Sam

• So Sam lives with a kind of coddling mom, does not have sisters, so like. His mom wouldn't talk to him about it. He has no 'personal' experience with it.

• Would be the most clueless-

• But he would definitely be like, "oh babe that sucks let me know what I can do"

• Gives you more cuddles, helps on the farm.

• Super enthusiastic about making you comfortable! He makes it into a way bigger deal than it is but he is genuinely curious about stuff so you think it's cute.

• After your first one when your together he is much better prepared / informed so he isn't all over the place.

• Just very cute and well meaning.

An* I hope this was at least a little cute / silly / comforting / whateveryouwantedoutofthis! I base everything off of personal experience because, like, it's all I got- but more people should be comfortable talking about this! It's completely normal and just a basic human function. So if yours is different than what others describe, that's okay! If yours is exactly the same, also okay! Idk where I'm going with this, but there is no shame in having a period, and that's on that!

This also came off way more dramatic than I meant it to be, but I live for the drama so it's okay (this applies to both the fic and the author's note-)

Masterlist

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 14)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.7k words, pure fluff) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {LANCE FIRST WIN 🤯 aka fluff before crazy angst}

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Lance got to the paddock with Nico, Racing Point having booked a different hotel than Renault so the Canadian had to wait until later to see his boyfriend.

"It's so fucking hot, I don't understand why they want us both to do media today. I'm gonna melt" The younger of the two complained, practically dragging his feet on the pavement as they walked towards the cameras.

"You'll be fine, Bubu, just rush them" Nico laughed, wrapping an arm around Lance as they reached the bundle of reporters, quickly bombarded with questions about both this weekends race and their personal lives.

Lance had grown to not mind media days, most of the questions either being about developments to the car or his and Fernandos relationship.

He could talk about how wonderfully him and the Spaniard got on for hours, it was almost embarrassing how his body language changed the second the older man was mentioned.

As he was walking away from the crowd of media personell he was stopped by a familliar voice, bright smile taking over his face as soon as he spoke

"Lancito!" Fernando called, walking a little faster to catch up to the boy in pink, arm draping over his shoulder as they walked closer to their garages, side-by-side on the grid.

"Hi, Nando" The teenager beamed, hearing the clicking of the cameras behind them "Sleep good?"

"Not at all" Fernando groaned, unable to wipe the smile off his face even as he complained "Would've been better if you weren't so far" He quickly added, shooting Lance a cheeky grin

The Canadian hit his shoulder, shaking his head at the mans comment "Dirty, dirty, old man!"

"Old??" The Spaniard scoffed, pulling away from Lance as they reached their garages "I'm hurt, mi vida, so hurt"

"Well, you can take it out on me on the track" Lance rolled his eyes, the two exchanging soft smiles before disappearing into their pink and blue garages, ready to prepare for quali.

As Lance drove back into the pit lane he had no idea what place he was in, some cars still trying to get in the fastest laps possible as he pulled himself out of his seat.

"You were quick out there, Lance, let's hope it paid off" Brad commented, already by Lance's side to take his helmet and balaclava

"Thanks, I'm feeling pretty confident in both the car and the track." Lance hummed, nodding to himself as he glanced around, seeing Giancarlo pull into the pits with Fernando close behind "Not sure what changed but it's a big improvement."

Lance and Fernando leaned against the wall between the two garages as they finished figuring out lap times and setting up the starting grid. Fernando found out his place first, having qualified 3rd because Felipe Massa was given a 5 second penalty for track limits.

Brad ran up to Lance next, practically yanking the boy away from the man in front of him as he began speaking quickly

"YOU'RE ON POLE, LANCE"

"What?" Lance furrowed his brows, unsure if Brad was saying what he heard him say

"POLE, P1." He confirmed "Your lap time in Q3 was 1.25.801, you're brilliant"

Lance smiled, pulling Brad into a tight hug once he realized he really had qualified on pole, it was insane, he out qualified Fernando for the first time ever and would be starting the Turkish Grand Prix from the front row, now all he had to do was pray for a podium finish as well.

As soon as Brad let go of him he was pulled away by Fernando, the Spaniard practically smothering the boy

"Joder!" The Spaniard started, hands cupping the Canadians face as he pulled back slightly to get a good look at him "Eres el mejor, mi vida"

Lance laughed, jaw hurting from how hard he'd been smiling, the Spaniards praise not helping

"Are you ready to look up to me on that top step?" Lance asked, unsure if he really believed that would be the outcome of the race

"Am so ready," Fernando smiled, praying nothing would go wrong in the next days race "Cannot wait, Lancito"

Lance was in a good mood as soon as he got the paddock the next day, being asked how he felt about starting the race on pole really made it feel real.

"How are you feeling today, Lance? Nervous to have Michael Schumacher and Fernando Alonso so close behind you?"

"I feel fine, if i can out qualify them it shouldn't be hard to beat them today" He said sinply, not sure if he believed his own words.

As he made his way to his garage he was greeted by Nico, who was starting 10th but still managed to be excited for his friend and teammate.

"Welcome, race winner" He beamed, dorky grin on his face as his hands fell on the younger boys shoulders

"Don't jinx me, you saukerl!" Lance laughed, pushing Nico slightly

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Lance?" The German gasped, covering Lance's lips with his hand, the two insanely close "Who taught you that word?"

The boy tried to respond, his words coming out mumbled in the Germans hand

"Oh, right" Nico laughed, moving his hand so he could undersfand Lance

"The Schumachers say it a lot"

"Well they're adults! You're just a säugling" Nico cooed, moving his hands to Lances cheeks to tease him

"Fuck off" He groaned, turning his face away. He knew whatever Nico said was making fun of him but he couldn't help but smile at the funny sounding word.

Nico and Lance stood to the side of the grid as their engineers swarmed the teammates cars, Lance back at p10 to talk with the man before the race started.

It was hot, the boys overheating in their pink race suits. Nico unscrewed the lid of his waterbottle, shoving it into the Canadians hand as he poured water on himself then Lance, the contrast in temperatures feeling heavenly.

Lance set down the lid, both of their hands combing through their hair at the same time. Lance's was darker and a little longer but the two had grown more popular because of their long hair, fans saying it made up for their poor performance that season.

He gripped the wheel, it was weird looking ahead and seeing no ones rear, he hoped to keep it that way but he couldn't help but miss recognizing people and waving at his acquaintances in the midfield as they awaited the start.

His heart almost stopped as the red lights ahead of him turned off, pushing hard right away.

He got away brilliantly, Brad radioing in to praise him for his start as soon as it'd happened. He was sure Fernando fighting Michael for 2nd and Giancarlos spin on turn 1 helped him a good amount.

"What Mclaren is in the wall?" Lance asked a lap later, Brad having told him earlier that there was now over a 1.8 second gap between him and Michael who was battling Fernando for 2nd.

"That's Kimi. He's all good but theres a yellow flag"

The next 11 laps went on fine, now under a green flag he'd lengthened the gap to 2.3, very pleased with himself and he could tell Brad was too.

His hopes were just getting higher until a safety car was called out, Vitantonio having spun and stopped in the middle of the track.

"Pit now, Lance. Safety car. Pit now."

"Coming" He responded, entering the pit lane with Michael and Fernando following behind him. "This is so scary I'm gonna piss myself, Brad."

"Not in the car, Lance."

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled out, watching in his mirrors as Fernando made it out ahead of Michael, now in p2 right behind him.

The rest of the race was fairly comfortable, Michael took the lead from lap 40-43 but Lance got it back soon after which earned him some cheers from Brad.

"Insane work there, Lance. Fucking insane."

"I think I'm gonna fucking explode, Man" Lance said, voice high pitched as he tried his hardest to rebuild the gap he'd lost

He made up a 1.2 second gap as the last lap started, Fernando visibly fighting to keep 2nd and just barely making it as they crossed the line.

"AND LANCE STROLL WINS THE TURKISH GRAND PRIX AND IS NOW A FORMULA ONE RACE WINNER" The racea commentator roars, the crowd screaming as Lance's hands shook on his steering wheel, breathing heavily as he struggled to come to terms with this being real.

"LANCE STROLL YOU ARE A RACE WINNER" Brad screamed over the radio, all of the Racing Point staff audibly cheering which just further confirmed that he really just did it.

"YES. Thank you, thank you guys this means so much I owe you all the world."

Fernandos engineer radioed in, the Spaniard barely registering his words

"That's p2, Fernando, 1.2 behind Lance and 0.0 ahead of Michael. Terrific job."

"Lance? Lance won?" Fernando spoke loudly, the smile on his face audible even through the shitty audio quality

"Yes, p1 for the first time, you proud of your friend?"

"So proud." He muttered before turning off his radio, in awe at the news and now more ready than ever to park his car and greet the race winner.

As soon as Fernandos car stopped he exited his car faster than he ever had, running to the Canadian and pulling him into a hug.

"Lance, fuck, te quiero mucho mi vida." Fernando said breathlessly, hands on either side of the boys helmet as he pulled away to look at him, so insanely proud of his lover.

"Told you I was gonna beat you." Lance laughed, eyes practically closed with how wide he was smiling.

Michael came over, helmet and balaclava already off as he patted the rookie on his back "Great work, Stroll."

"Thank you!" The boy nodded, moving away from Fernando to look at Michael as they spoke. Crazy. THE Michael Schumacher was congratulating HIM.

Lance stood on the top step of the podium, Canadian anthem coming to an end before he was absolutely waterboarded with champagne from either side, covering his face as he was soaked.

It felt amazing. The top step. The sun. The cheers from the crowd. The Spaniard beside him. It couldn't have been a more perfect race.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay, this is very much specific to myself, but whatever 🫶 What would Barbatos think of an MC that is always dressed up. VERY dressed up. For instance; I'm going to school in a petticoat, two skirts, two shirts, and a full corset... that kind of dressed up.

Like, on one hand, I think he'd really enjoy it, but on the other, I feel like he'd be constantly worried. They're NEVER dressed for the weather, they're NEVER dressed for comfort, and what are they supposed to wear to formal events when they dress like this on the daily?

He'd probably grumble about it to a bit but ultimately still adore their style and offer to make them something for those formal events.

And on the other side of the spectrum, an MC who is never dressed up at all! I'm taking hoodies and sweatpants all the time.

I'm guessing he'd respect them for their choice of comfort over style but also want them to be just a tad more formal around Lord Diavolo.

Put em together and a typically fancy MC being casual only for Barbatos?

We got that phone call from Barbatos in either his most recent or second most recent card, where he's wearing casual clothing, and we get his reaction to MC's reaction. (I hope you know the call I'm talking about because I can not find it for the life of me)

He'd totally be touched to be one of the few MC is casual around!!

I'm almost embarrassed about my reaction that phone call. It's the one called "Out of Character Teatime" and it's from the UR+ Wind Spirits & Surprises, which is his anniversary UR card.

It's great no matter what dialogue option you choose, but there's one where he talks about how he's waiting for you just as himself and not as a butler. And THAT always makes me silly.

But he also ends that call by saying he'll receive you in whichever type of clothing you prefer. Which I found accurate but also funny. I mean, he's basically saying he'll dress formal or casual depending on your preference. And I'm over here like... what if my preference is that you wear whatever you want, huh???

But along those lines, he's all about MC doing whatever they're happiest doing. So I think he'd be happy no matter what style MC chose, as long as they're doing whatever makes them most comfortable.

I think he would absolutely appreciate an MC who dresses up a lot, though. He'd be happy to make them outfits any time and he probably loves to see them wearing something he made.

He would also make clothes for a casual MC. I kinda see him making all kinds of hoodies and such. He's versatile, you know?

And either way, I think he'd be worried about MC being dressed for the weather. Like he appreciates your dedication to style, but really it's going to be cold and you need to wear a jacket. Might also scold you about it if you do it too often or if you actually get sick because of it.

There's very much this secretive aspect of his character, but it's more than just him keeping epic plot-changing secrets. There's also him kinda hiding his true self, too. He plays the part of a butler, but that isn't what defines him. He's a butler, but more than that, he's a person. A being with feelings and needs and times when he isn't perfect. And I think if he was to encounter an MC who revealed that side of themselves to him, no matter how that manifests, he would feel loved and trusted. Just like he loves and trusts MC enough to let them see him in a casual state.

Here I go writing Barb essays again lol.

[justagamerandaweeb]

"Fluffy Bunny..." - Uzui x Chubby! Reader

Be forewarned as this is old, but other than that, enjoy.

Red and green dividers by @mikeykuns, and Red and green MDNI banners by @roseschoices.

The following smut includes: praise, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, pet name, impregnation, just overall wholesome content.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)..." Uzui quietly said as he kisses your lips. You softly whimper as you felt his lips come into contact with yours, the feeling of his soft lips, and his tongue trying to enter your mouth, it made you feel so fuzzy.

You slightly open your mouth and feel his tongue against yours, feeling every inch of your mouth.

A line of saliva stretches between you two as Uzui smirks at you and lets out a light chuckle. He caresses your cheek with his hand.

"Why are you so beautiful? I would go the extra mile to say that you look more beautiful than my wives."

You smiled a little from that praise, but you still felt a little nervous. He then chuckles and starts to take off the top of your kimono to reveal your breasts to him.

You softly groped on one of them, "Absolutely stunning..." and wrapped his lips around the nipple.

You let out a quiet moan as you felt his warm mouth against your sensitive skin. He lightly picks you up high enough to where it feels like you are hovering just a few inches off the bed.

His eye closed, as he wanted to savor the taste of your soft, smooth areolas. He started to slowly twirl his tongue around it and he let out a purring moan that vibrated on your breast.

You quietly gasp, and let out a quiet, shaky moan as you put your hand on his head, and he lets out a little chuckle. He started to suck on your nipple and the thought caused you to moan a little louder.

Uzui formed a smirk on his as he continued to suck on your nipple. He slightly pulls your breast with his mouth and lets go of it to watch it jiggle.

"Man, I will never get tired of doing that," he said as he wiped off a little bit of spit on his chin. He then sees that you were a blushing mess, but still looked nervous.

He puts his hand on your head and pats you out of reassurance. "There's no reason to be scared, (Y/N). My wives aren't gonna do anything to you, or me. I've done this before, you know."

Your face turned a little red from that sentence, but you still responded to him. "I... I-I know... But, I'm not scared because of that. It's, something else... And it's embarrassing..."

He scoffs, "Please, what is there to be embarrassed about? We're both about to get naked and fuck each other, there's nothing more embarrassing than that."

The way he says it so casually made you blush like a fire. "I-I know... B-But--"

"So there should be nothing to be afraid, or embarrassed, or ashamed about." you want to agree with him, but your body wasn't something to be proud of in your head.

How big your stomach was, the faint stretch marks, your enormous thighs, and your thin-looking arms. It felt like to you that he was so nonchalant about this, that he didn't know that you were insecure about yourself.

But little did you know, you fell right into his trap. A rather, wholesome trap he might presume.

"Besides..." he looks at you and forms a soft smile on his face. "I know you're afraid of showing yourself off to me." you were surprised when he said that to you and then he sat up and took off his robe to show off his body.

"I mean, look at the battle scars I collected over the years. Some of these would've been lethal if not for my wives." he then pointed at his amputated left hand, "And as for this..." and at his left scarred eye. "...and this. If it weren't for Kyojuro's death, and those kids helping me kill those upper moons, I would've been dead." he said to you in the most serious tone you ever heard from him.

"You've lived a better life than me by a huge mile. So don't you dare think you are ugly because of your looks, you shouldn't care about what other people are saying about you, because you could be living a happier life than them because your acting yourself."

He cups your face and softly kissed your lips, "And you should know that, (Y/N). No one should bring you down because of how you look." he touches your chin, and sensually slides his fingers, "No one."

You look at him before wrapping your hands around him and laying your head on his chest. Tears started to form in your eyes and a smile crept up to your lips.

"Th-Thank..."

He pats your back and smiles as he says, "I know, I know, you're welcome. Y'know, just because I have three wives, doesn't mean I'm blinded by love. I care about my wives, and their insecurities. And when their insecurities are crashing down on them, I do everything I can to help them. Like you."

"I didn't think... Anyone would like me for both my body, people would always give me looks, like they were disgusted, and I hated it. But, I never had the confidence to fight back from their insults..."

"Yeah? Well, I say fuck 'em. You're more confident than any of them will be. Plus," he put you back down on the futon, started to take off your kimono to reveal your body to him, and touched your stomach. "...this body alone is so soft, and fluffy, that I could use you for a mini bed."

He started to kiss and rub on your stomach, which made your body feel warm and gave you chills. "Uzui..."

"Your body's so soft... I don't understand why people dislike a girl like your size. I could literally fall asleep on you." he said in a joking manner, "But that moment won't come until I leave you satisfied." his tone changed within a snap of a finger as he got close to your face.

You heavily blushed from how close he was to your face and he chuckles. "Open your legs."

Your mind went on autopilot as you immediately complied without knowing what he was about to do next. The moment you were about to speak, but made a loud gasp as you felt his fingers rubbing you down there, with your panties along the way.

"U-Uzui... W-What are..."

"Trying to make you feel good. Do you want to feel good, and make you appreciate your body more?"

You couldn't form a sentence as you were too distracted by his fingers. "I-I..."

Uzui then stopped, which gave you a sigh of relief, but at the same time, you wanted him to touch you more. "Or do you want me to stop? We can drop it right here, and end it with a kiss and sleep. I'm not trying to look manipulative, I'm just being honest with you. So tell me, do you want this?"

Never in your life, you've met someone this caring before, it was honestly overwhelming.

But...

You loved it.

You wiped your eyes that were tearing up and smiled as you said, "Yes. Please, make love to me, please!" you said as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Whoa, easy there Fluffster, I'm just getting started. But, since you're completely okay with this, I'll give you what you want," he says as he goes back to rubbing your cloth-covered region.

You softly whimper as you lay your head on his chest. "I-I... Want this... I need this..." you whispered as Uzui continued to touch you down there.

He kisses your hair and says, "I can tell, ain't no shame trying to feel good after what you had to deal with."

You closed your eyes as you started to feel so good. Just from him rubbing his finger against you, you felt so much pleasure you've never felt in your life.

That must've been the reason why he has 3 wives.

He stops, and says, "May I take these off?" he says as his hand is about to grab your rim. "Like I said, we can stop here. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any--"

"No!" you said so quickly, that it honestly surprised you. "No, please, keep going. I want this. I want to feel good, please, give it to me." you said with lust overcoming you.

You then covered your mouth as you thought, Oh my... Did I really just say that? Is this... What love feels like? You thought. You said it like you had no shame, but at the same time, you can't believe you said something so... Erotic.

"Man, guess you really wanted this, huh? Don't worry, like I said before, I'll give you what you want." he then pulled your panties down to reveal, your wet pussy.

He rubs his fingers against your region, feeling how wet you've become just from him touching you. His fingers started to become lubed up as he started to rub your wet pink insides.

You groaned and started to feel tingly on the inside. Your hand went up to Uzui's cheek and you kissed him. You both started tongue-kissing each other and it felt so good.

He stops kissing you, and rubbing his finger to see the aftermath of what he did. He sits up and looks at his fingers that were completely drenched. He laughs, and says, "Wow... You were this excited, huh? And I didn't even put my fingers in..."

He looked at them for a few seconds before he stuck his tongue out and started to lick them.

Your face turns red and you covered it from the lewd gesture. You didn't think he would actually like it, and you didn't know whether to be aroused, or disgusted.

What you didn't think, however, is that while you were covering your face in embarrassment, Uzui took off his fundoshi to reveal his long, and thick shaft.

He softly gave himself a few strokes and grunts as he thought to himself, Hope you're ready, (Y/N). I'm gonna show you, how beautiful you are.

He then props himself up and starts to rub his tip against you, resulting in you gasping from shock and moaning in pleasure.

"U-Uzui, what are you..." you moved your hands to see Uzui holding his rod, and moving it up and down against your lips. H-Hes so big...

"Fuck, you look so hot. Are you surprised at how big I am, or how sensitive you'll feel once all this is over?"

That wasn't even your second thought, but now that it was, it made you wonder how long you'd last between him. "You ready for this? Because I'm not gonna stop the moment I go inside you. Unless you have any ideas..."

When you heard him say that, he was implicating for you to do something on your own terms. So you said to him, "C-Can you... Lay on your back?"

"That it?" and you nodded. He scoffs, but smiles as he gets on his back and opens his legs and his shows his erect cock at full display.

You scooted up in front of it and hesitantly wrapped your hands around it as you began to softly stroke the tip. It's so big... It's honestly scary... You thought as you started to stroke his tip until his pre started to leak out.

You saw the pre leaking at the tip, and your first instinct was to lick it. You savored the taste and thought, It's so salty... But at the same time, it has no taste...

"There you go, baby... Just keep licking my tip... You beautiful fluffy bunny..." he lets a little chuckle as he says, "Sorry, was that a bad name for you?"

"N-No... I kind of liked it. But, can you just call me, Bunny...?" you said blushing a while having your shaft in his hand.

He laughs as he pats your head and says, "Sure, Bunny~."

You blushed even redder as you continued to stroke his tip, feeling his hot, pulsating rod in your hand. You area down there started to feel more tingly as you started to rub your thighs together.

You closed your eyes and opened your mouth as you wrapped your lips around him, and started to softly bob your head. He lets out a little chuckle as he thought, There you go, baby... And lets out a small moan.

He barely fits in my mouth... You thought as you continued to move your head up and down. Drool started to run down his shaft as you started to suck up your spit, and slightly gagged from putting more of him in your mouth.

As time goes by, you were getting better. You were breathing through your nose, and knew where to stop when you were sucking him.

He puts his hand on your head and smiles as he says, "Your mouth feels so fucking good, Bunny... Feels like I could cum at any second now... But, I don't want that. I've had my fair share of oral pleasure... So..."

He takes himself out of your mouth and with no effort, picks you up with his one arm. "Alley-oop." and then you were on top of him, sitting on his abdomen.

"I want you to ride me."

You felt something in your heart when he said that to you. "Wh... W-What?"

He then grabs your stomach and says, "You know what I said. Ride me, until I cum inside you. Until I coat your walls with my seed." he gets close to your ear and whispers, "Until I breed you..." and licks the tip of your ear.

Your legs started to shake as you started to move your hips, grinding on his erect shaft.

You then grabbed it and lined it up to your entrance and lowered yourself down on it. You and Uzui moaned as you waited to adjust to him. Uzui forms a sly smirk on his face as moves his hips and you feel his erect shaft wiggling inside you.

"H-Hey! Don't... Do that!" you stuttered as you felt him moving his shaft inside your walls. "I can't help it if you feel so tight inside..." he says so smugly as he caresses your stomach and says, "And you look so cute..." he then wraps his arm around you, and slightly pulls you towards him as he went back to sucking your breast.

"U-Uzui! Y-You..." you groaned as you felt yourself getting loose to him, and when that pain was gone, all there was was pleasure, and you started to move your hips.

Your legs began to tremble again, but you tried to ignore it as you were just beginning to have intercourse with each other.

His rod felt so good inside you. You've never experienced anything like this before, the feeling, the heat, the aroma, it felt so vulgar, and yet you were loving it.

He stops sucking your nipple as his breathing transitions to a chuckle as he says, "F-Fuck, you feel so fucking good..." and closes his eye as feels you going up and down on him.

You moaned as you started to move a little faster, but not to fast where your entire body would bounce. This feels... Amazing... You thought as your hips began to move on their own, as if they were sentient, and you put your hands on his pecs to maintain posture.

He opens his eyes to see you hovering above you while you were taking him and thought, So fucking hot... Looking down, he sees that his cock was drenched in your juices, and the way you were gripping him made this feel so much more erotic.

"O-Oh, fuck..." his hips coiled as he used every bit of his strength not to thrust his hips. The way your lips were gripping his shaft, and it was almost as if you were teasing him as you would start to slow whenever your legs started to tremble, usually slowing down your hips at the tip.

As time went on, you both felt closer to your climaxes as you felt yourself getting tighter around him, and he start to twitch more and more.

He grabs you and kisses you, which turned into a passionate kissing session as you began to whimper from how to he started to move his hips like yours.

He stops kissing you as he says with his voice strained, "I'm gonna cum soon, Bunny. I can't hold it in any longer..."

"Me neither, Tengen... I... I want you to cum inside me. Please, I want to feel your... C-Cum inside me, please..."

He smiles and says, "Anything for you, my fluffy bunny..." his hips started to move faster than yours, resulting in you cumming all over his rod.

You wrapped your arms around him and laid on his chest as he continued to thrust his hips. His breathing started to become louder as he felt closer and closer to his arrival.

"This is what you wanted, right? To be praised, and appreciated? Well here... Y-You... G-Guh..." he couldn't finish his sentence as he fully thrusted his hips and spurted inside you, coating your walls and filling you with his warm seed.

You both shuddered as you both felt your highs splashing down on you, and so you both laid there for a few seconds. Hearing the sound of his heartbeat made this feel so serene, it felt like paradise to you.

You felt Uzui touch your back and asks you, "...You didn't think we would stop here, did you?"

Your eyes started to open when you heard him say that. "H-Huh?"

With no warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, and sits up as he slowly stood up as he was carrying you with his still erect cock inside you. "I'm still hard, and I have yet to be satisfied." he said with a smirk on his face.

"T-Tengen, wait! I-I still feel sensi--" he interrupted you as he started to bounce you up and down on his shaft, and him moving his hips in unison.

Your entire body shook as you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him and put your head on his shoulder. "T-Tengen, please!"

You clenched your eyes closed and your toes started to curl up. Your entire body felt so sticky as you were sweating a lot from riding him. And now that he was carrying you and bouncing you on his cock, it felt like your mind was going blank.

It feels like I'm gonna pass out... Its too much... It feels too good... You thought as you felt him kiss your shoulder and said, "Don't pass out on me now, Bunny. I already had to deal with that before, and it was not fun. So c'mon, just hold a little bit longer..." he said, as he grits his teeth and mutters, "Fuck..."

He gropes your ass and says, "You have such a nice body, you know that, right?" he says trying to make you stay conscious.

"I-I f-feel... S-So sensitive..." you stuttered out as you started to feel more and more tired as time went on.

"Oh, c'mon baby, don't be like that. Just hold on..." he said as his footing started to become sloppy. It gotten to the point where he was on his knees fucking you, and you were still hanging on for dear life.

You let out a tiring moan as your body would occasionally twitch from the stimulation you were feeling. I can feel him in my stomach...

He then puts you on the floor and kisses you. You let out a shaky whimper as he twirls his tongue around yours, and he started to touch your body.

He then stops kissing you and says, "You okay, Bunny? Do you want me to stop? You look so tired from this, and I don't want you to feel ovestimulated to death."

Despite you being tired, and a trembling mess, you still were audible enough for him to hear what your saying. "I-Its o-okay... You c-can keep going unt-til you f-feel satisfied..."

You were a stuttering mess, and he hated it, he wanted to stop, but you said it's okay. But at the same time, the way you were talking, you frantically shaking, it honestly made him feel bad.

He was about to pull out of you until he felt you lock your legs around his waist. "Hey, what are you--" and you kissed him.

"Please... I want y-you to be satisfied..." you feebly said to him as you touched his face and formed a smile to him.

He then lowered himself to you and softly captured your lips, making you moan again.

He stops kissing your lips and caresses your cheek and softly says, "I love you, Bunny."

He wraps his arm around you as he started to thrust his hips further and slower into you, resulting you moaning, and tearing up from pleasure. "I-I love you, too, T-Tengen..."

He lays his head on your collarbone and starts to softly moan as he feels you clamping down on him. Your toes curled as you felt your arrival getting closer.

"I'm gonna c-cum again..." you said breathlessly as your whimpering started to get louder as you tried to hold back, but to no avail, you finished again, letting out a shaky exhale of relief.

I'm gonna pass out... You thought as Uzui started to feel his cock twitching. You both were on the floor, sweaty, and still having intercourse with each other. By the time you're both done, you both might go to sleep after this.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Bunny... I... Love... You!" he grits his teeth as he shoves his length all the way inside you and fills your cum filled insides with more of his seed. "F-Fuck..."

His body started to convulse as he felt you milking him for more, but he was all out for the moment. He kisses your neck, your cheek, and your lips as he caresses your cheek and says, "I love you, Bunny... Don't you ever forget that... Especially with this cute body of yours..."

You looked at him and wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his sweaty chest. "L-Love... You... Too..." you said as you began to black out and softly snored.

He smiles and kisses your head before closing his eyes and also going to sleep.

Two years later...

"Wow, it looks so pretty!" Suma said as she looked at the fireworks show. You all looked up at the sky watching the bright colors pop and disappear, illuminating the night street.

"Yeah..." Uzui said as he looked at you and your baby in your hands looking up at the sky. He smiles as he looks back up seeing the fireworks.

He then felt you hold your hand and he looked at you to see you with a smile on your face. He laughs as he says, "I love you."

"Just as equally?"

He exhaled a little laugh as he pats your head and said, "Just as equally." and patted the baby's head. "Same goes for you too, (B/N)."

The other wives sees this and says to him in unison, "I want a head pat too!" and start to gang up on him, begging to be patted.

You laughed as you and you're baby continued to watch the fireworks show, all while Uzui was getting huddled up by three beautiful women.

"(Y/N), help me!"

[the-deadly-donut]

I'm not gonna lie, at first I didn't really like Catnap Says very much, because the idea of a dog whistle made me a bit uncomfortable- (I'm fact I kinda thought it was setting up to be a sort of horror comic) but I choose to stick around, and I'm kinda really glad I did. It turned out to be really adorable (I love me some embarrassment), and really sweet.

I still don't really know how I feel about the dog whistle, because the way you portrayed it made it seem like it was legitimately *Really* hurting Dogday, but I think that's just me overthinking it a bit-

As it went on, the comic was quite the treat, and I really did enjoy it in hindsight. (Not to mention, the comic itself is just really great, you did pretty amazingly, the art and dialogue everything is amazing) Thank you for making it. =3

Yeah I've had a few people say something about the whistle. It's just a prop really, has no significance other then to scare Dogday a little. But I understand what you're saying.

I like to think he reacted that way cuz he'd never heard one before, plus the close proximity. (Usually, you use them when your dog is at a far enough distance). And Catnap surely wouldn't know that cuz he's a cat.

But thankyou ♡ I really appreciate you liking my little comic ^^ I hope to make more in the future. I'm working on an epilogue to Catnap Says to finally send this comic off. I hope you and everyone stick around for it. It's gonna get emotional haha 🥺

[afyrian]

ch. 10 - april 30 masterlist

    "i'm going to tell him, i am this time."

  "you're finally going to tell him?"

  "yeah, it's just a couple months until we'd be getting divorced. and honestly i'd rather just renew our vows," you lean back in hitoka's bed, holding a pillow close to you. 

  she laughs to herself, wondering when you got so corny. the way you talk about him now rivals anything you would say just a year ago. with shallow breaths, you boast about the things he does for you, the ways he cares for you. it's become so much more real for you than just a friendship or a crush that couldn't rear its marvelous head. 

  now you lay down on her bed, cheeks warm, heart pumping quickly at even the thought of him. and at this point you don't care if it's embarrassing. or if people want to laugh at your antics, because you've been waiting more than enough time, "you're truly a romantic now..."

  "rin makes it easy to be," you sit up so that you can be facing her, your arms still clinging to the large stuffed frog, "like i mean he's the best guy i've ever known. and even if i have to die of embarrassment to tell him and potentially ruin our friendship..."

  your voice trails off, reality kicking in and the hope of a happy relationship diminishing. you can hope and dream of a relationship with rintarō all you want, but ultimately, you have no idea what his feelings are. despite all of his kind actions and the love in his eyes that you interpret, you can't depict what his feelings are. 

  hitoka reaches over to touch your hand, grabbing ahold of your fingers. she knows when you spiral. and while she hasn't known you all of your life, she can most definitely see when you're stuck in your own mind, "y/n, babe, don't do that to yourself. i never would've connected with asuka if it weren't for me going out of my comfort zone."

  "yeah but she was so clearly in love with you, oh my gosh."

  "not to me dumbass! just like it's not obvious to you! y/n, you can't let fear control you, especially from falling in love with someone who loves you equally," she gives you a soft smile, eyes flickering between yours. 

  your eyebrows furrow as she calls you 'dumbass', something she rarely does. but her truthfulness does send a shiver up your spine, a hope that you'd begun to lack. "i love you, you know? i probably would never tell him if i couldn't talk to you," your eyes tear up slightly, you realizing that you do have the best friends you could ever ask for. 

  "don't cry! because if you do, then i will too! and i love you too. i want you to have every opportunity that i or kiyoko have, because you deserve it," hitoka drops the stuffed animal she's holding and reaches over, wrapping her arms around you, "and he does too, so don't break his heart."

 "oh my gosh, trust me, i will definitely not be breaking his heart," you laugh into her shoulder, hands gripping onto her large sweatshirt.

  as the two of you are holding each other for a little too long, the door opens. there stands kiyoko, a tray of popcorn and other snacks sprawled around it. in little bowls are sets of candy that range from chocolate to fruity chews. her eyes look between the two of you, a tad bit confused, “you guys doing okay in here?”

  you separate, hand reaching up to wipe the tears from your eyes. “yeah..” you laugh a little, “i was just telling hitoka that i think i’m going to tell rin.”

  “tell suna what?”

  “well that i’m in love with him!”

  “ooooh right, that. oh that’s exciting! oh congrats y/n, you deserve so much happiness oh wow,” kiyoko hurries over to the bed, setting the tray aside as she reaches you.

  “thanks ki! i was pretty worried about it, but enough about me and this crazy relationship i’m going through. we’re going to have fun tonight, watch the worst movies known to man, and sing terribly to karaoke,” you grab a chip from the tray, smiling to your two closest friends besides rintarō.

  now, the only thing you really need to do is get over the throbbing heart in your chest and your blood pressure raising…

a/n: i’m veeeery excited for the next chapter

[krirebr]

Hello my friends!

As you may know, 2024 has been a rough mental health year for me. Depression and anxiety are an ongoing struggle. And unfortunately, that's bled into my life here.

I've realized recently that I put a lot of pressure on myself in how I interact with people. Everywhere, but here too. I really love it here, and I love all of you! I want to stay here as long as possible!! But that means I'm going to have to change some things in order to make that sustainable. Because right now, wanting to be able to do everything and not being able to has kind of made me just freeze and not be able to do anything. And then I feel awful. This is absolutely a me problem. You're all so great and what I'm going to outline below are probably obvious boundaries to all of you. But I'm saying it in writing to hopefully alleviate a little of the guilt I will inevitably feel when I start enacting them.

First and foremost, it's ok if I take breaks from writing every once in a while. If I don't produce anything new in a month, I need to trust that I won't lose all of my friends and followers. Because tumblr isn't a job and I need to stop treating it like it is. And not every idea needs to be expanded on, not every one-shot needs to become an au. Some ideas might just live in a series of little riffs or answers to asks and that's ok! That's great! It's ok to keep things short, sweet, and fun when that's what I need.

I'm also going to start forgiving myself when I can't read and comment on every single incredible work you all post. This refers to time limits, obviously, but content too. There are times, for example, when reading smut is just not what I want to do. And that's ok! I know that you know that, but I don't always know that. So I'm going to start giving myself a lot more grace when I get behind in my reading or skip something someone I love has written because the content just isn't for me. So if you start seeing me in your notes a little bit less, that's why. I still love you.

I think I'm going to clear out my ask box and start fresh. I'm sorry. I love you and I'm so happy whenever you want to interact with me. But trying to be perfect in how I answer these means that when I don't answer them right away, they just build up and start haunting me and that makes answering the new ones even harder, because I feel like I need to answer the old ones first. There are a couple that I'll probably try to get out before I purge, but not in a full drabble or what I feel like I should be doing. I need to understand that I can do quick, off the cuff, brief answers to these things. Nothing here needs to be perfect.

Ok, I think those are the major things right now. I hope this wasn't too weird and/or embarrassing. I just wanted to share where my head is at. I'll say it again and I'll keep saying it: I love you. You're great. I'm so so lucky to have made the friends here that I have. I appreciate each of you so much. And if, in the future, you see me getting super stressed out about what is supposed to be a fun hobby and community, please point me back here and make me read this again. 💜💜💜💜💜