#I just want them to cry a little and then kiss about it you know?

[coco-loco-nut]

Fortnight

pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

summary: you were never cut out to be a WAG

a/n: guys i really like this one so i hope you love it too 🤍

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“Oh my god, we need to get you help,” your best friend, Logan, gasps, walking in on you, three beers deep. You are sitting on the floor of your bedroom, Lando’s too when he’s actually home, the curtains closed, dirty clothes scattered on the floor. What he doesn’t know is that this is your normal.

“I’m fine,” you don’t even slur. Your phone is discarded to the side, beside the latest apology flowers given -shipped- to you by your supposedly loving boyfriend. You haven’t picked up his last couple calls, so he sent your friend to check in.

“Come on, get up and shower while I clean all this, and you call Lando after,” Logan sighs, pulling you off the floor as you finish the beer.

You begrudgingly walk to the bathroom, your friend setting out a fresh change of clothes. “Just, don’t tell Lando. He’s stressed enough,” you tell him, closing the door once you get a confirmation.

Twenty minutes later, you are sitting on the edge of the sink, phone ringing.

“Babe, are you okay, you haven’t been answering?” Lando asks, his worried voice makes a pit in your stomach.

“Lan, I’ve just been a little busy, that’s all. Sorry for worrying you. Are you okay?” despite him being the reason the reason for your recent state, you don’t want him to be hurt.

You miss breaks, when he would be with you all the time, now it seems like you only see each other in passing, like good neighbors who make that corny comment about the weather.

Lando finds you in a similar position as your friend did, except this time you are crying on the floor, not drunk. He got a couple free days off and is eager to spend them with you.

“Darling, what happened?” he kneels down beside you, his voice making you cry harder. “Baby,” his voice and heart breaks as you look up at him, mascara running down your cheeks.

“I-,” you gas for air. “I love you, Lando. It’s ruining my life,” each sob breaks his heart.

“No, no. Don’t say that,” he pleads, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Do you know the longest amount of time we’ve spent together? 14 days, a fortnight. I can’t keep doing this. The apology gifts for missed moments, the quick phone calls that are hardly passable for time spent together,” you pause to catch your breath, the tears still flowing. “I can’t do this, Lando. I miss home, I miss America,” your eyes meet his, both of you broken.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were struggling this much,” he whispers, sitting down and pulling you into him.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you look away, the feeling of him foreign.

“I’m off the next couple days, let’s work on us,”

“Lando-,”

“And I’ll bring you to more races even though I know you find it hard to get off of work,”

“Lando-,”

“Please don’t say it,” he whispers, kissing you. Another foreign feeling.

“I’m moving back to America, tomorrow,” you tell him, feeling like you’ve hit absolute rock bottom. Lando looks around the bedroom, realizing the only thing of yours left was your packed suitcase in the corner.

“Were you going to tell me?” he asks, your eyes not able to meet his.

“I was going to visit you in Woking tonight,” the silence that falls between you is deafening. You spend the night in separate rooms, and in the morning he insists on driving you to the airport. He gets out of the car, pulling your suitcase out for you.

“Please don’t go,” he asks one last time, the both of you crying.

“I have to, Lando. It’s what’s best for both of us,” you step closer to him.

“Winter break is almost here, please, just a little longer. This isn’t what’s best for me,” Lando says, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you, Lan, but you deserve someone who can be with you at each race and support you more than I can,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You are always enough for me, I love you,” he cries.

“Please, Lan, I have to put myself first,” you grab your luggage handle and take a step back.

“I won’t block your number, if you ever need anything or are in London, call me, I’ll be there at the drop of a hat,” Lando says, his tear stained cheeks glistening in the sun. His offer is a complete change to how your relationship was.

“Goodbye, Lando,” you turn around, walking into the airport. You hand covers your mouth as you sob, refusing to turn back and look at an equally distressed Lando.

You refuse to check social media, only texting your family and Logan when you land in Miami. You knew Logan from karting before you quit, and he became your closest friend. He offered his apartment in Miami to you until you buy your own.

You quickly got a job and moved to Destin, a whole 9 hours away from Miami, 11 from Austin. Florida is treating you a lot nicer, but you feel stuck in an endless February. You took the magic move on pill that is relocating, but it doesn’t seem to be working. You changed your phone number when you got back to the US, and deleted your social media apps. Lando tried calling you and DM-ing you, but never got a reply.

“I will fly you down, please just come and support me. I need you at my home race,” Logan begs, wanting you to take a two week vacation to spend time with him in Miami and Fort Lauderdale. Something deep inside you agreed, so you pack your bags and hit the road, electing to drive.

You arrive the Wednesday before race week, and stay until the Wednesday after race week. It is nice because you can visit your own family too.

“I got you a paddock pass,” Logan says as you both lay on the beach the day you got in.

“Lo, I can’t go back there,” you turn your head to look at him.

“You can stay in Williams, you don’t have to go visit Oscar when I do,” Logan says, referencing the Australian who is also staying with Logan. Oscar promised he wouldn’t tell Lando you were in town.

“You know, I can get you a much nicer car than your Mercedes,” Oscar says, sitting beside you. Logan gets up to grab two waters.

“A McLaren? Not my thing, I hated driving,” you can’t even bring yourself to say his name. “Yeah, but I do love my car, I always wanted it,” you say.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Oscar leans over, bumping you with his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t. It’s still hard. Sometimes I think about calling him, but he won’t pick up. I have a new number and he has a new girl from what Logan said,” you admit.

“He’s miserable, he will never admit it, but he is. He hasn’t been the same since you left, but you seem to be doing a lot better. You have color back in your skin and you aren’t drinking all the time,” Oscar says, knowing what state you were in when Lando called Logan to check in on you. You were a functioning alcoholic, barely functioning at that point.

“Yeah, this was the right decision. Maybe it’s best if I don’t call Lando. Even if he is miserable, it might make things worse. I can’t get back together with him, but I want him to be okay,” you tell Oscar. What you don’t know is that Lando is renting the beach house beside the one you, Logan, and Oscar are staying in for the two weeks. He is jealous about how happy you seem with his teammate and your best friend.

You figure it out when you take a midnight walk, clad in a sweater with your university’s logo on it.

“Lando, hi,” you breathe, taking him in.

“Hey, you look really good. I like the sweater,” he shifts his weight in the sand. You look healthier, happier, and it kills him.

“I, um, changed my phone number and deleted my social media apps,” you say, answering the question he didn’t want to ask.

“I tried dating again, but I broke it off, I couldn’t do it,”

“Sorry, I should’ve thought about how I would hurt you,” you say, looking at your feet in the sand.

“No, you needed to do it. I don’t blame you, I was basically abandoning you,” Lando says, silently inviting you to join him on the walk. It becomes a habit, you join him every night.

“Congrats on the win,” you hug him on night 11. It was a silent agreement that you would go your separate ways again after the two weeks.

“Where are you living now?” Lando asks on night 14, both of you sitting in the sand between the two houses.

“Destin, Florida. I bought an apartment that used to be a timeshare,” you say, watching the waves.

“That’s pretty close, right?”

“Nine hours, Lan. other side of the state,” you smile, trying not to laugh. Lando’s heart flutters at the way you say his nickname, but squashes it.

“Oh, well I’m glad you were able to come down and support Logan,” he says, yawning a little.

“Alright, I have to wake up early to drive home,” you stand up, brushing the sand off of your legs.

“Drive safe,” Lando hugs you, finally feeling healed.

“Goodbye, Lan,” you whisper.

“Goodbye,” he whispers back, capturing the look of you in his mind.

[mssainz]

PART 10 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: Quite long

“So you're telling me Y/N had Cael the same year you two got divorced? Wow, this is making five years ago more interesting than it should be,” Blanca said, making Carlos facepalm. “Come on Blancs, stop making it feel like celebrity gossip or something,” Carlos replied to his sister.

“What? It looks like it. She's busy, you cheated, things got sour, she had your baby, you were depressed, and now after five years you meet again. How juicy is that,” Blanca said, summarizing what happened to them. Carlos Sr., on the other hand, is just laughing at his children conversing about Carlos' life intently, like it's a business proposal. Reyes is also listening to them, curious about the story behind everything.

“So, you got what you want now, Blancs? Can I go to sleep?” Carlos said, wanting to get away from his sister. “Nah ah, how did you two meet here? And, how are things going now? I need details,” Blanca replied, leaving Carlos no choice but to explain.

After explaining, Carlos let out his realization, “You know what? I'm gonna repeat this whole thing again to Ana tomorrow, Dios mio, you two,” Carlos said, knowing that his little sister will still be there tomorrow morning and will be asking the exact same question as she did. “Not my problem,” Blanca replied, tapping his shoulder before walking to her room.

“That's it? No thank you Carlos for the gossip?” Blanca only ignores him and proceeds to open the door. Carlos let out a sigh before kissing his parents goodnight and going into his own room. He texted you first before going to sleep and having a nighful rest.

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“Mama, Grandpapa’s house is huge,” Cael said out of amusement, making you smile. You can't help but to reminisce about your memories here. The first time you met Carlos' family. You were freezing scared that time but you didn't expect how warm they would welcome you into their family. It got to the point that Ana is more close to you than Carlos.

“Y/N! Hija I missed you!” Reyes greets you with a warm hug. “I missed you too Reyes.” You replied.

“Nah ah, since when did I become Reyes to you? It's Mama for you, divorced or not divorced. I will be your second mom, darling,” Reyes said, eliciting a smile from you.

I'm happy that you want me to call you that. But, am I even allowed to call you Mama and Papa? Isn't that disrespectful to his other girl? Not like she deserves respect.

“Where's our little sainz?” Reyes asks. “Oh, he insisted on helping Carlos get some food in the trunk. As if he could help him,” you said, chuckling.

Reyes squeals as she sees Cael walking Carlos towards you two. Carlos has Cael hand in his hand and some food on the other. “He really looks like Carlos when he was young,” Reyes says and was about to cry. She then offered Cael a hug, a hug that Cael slowly returned. Cael gave her a smile. “Oh you have the cutest smile ever, my love,” Reyes said and offered her hand to Cael.

“Where's Blancs, Mama?” Carlos asked, wondering where his sister was. “Oh she's with your father in the kitchen. Ana's still not here but she'll be here in a few minutes,” Reyes replied and walked with Cael inside the house.

You walked beside Carlos to ask him something. “Blanca’s here? And so is Ana?” You whispered to him. “Yes they are here. They are so excited to meet him,” Carlos also replied in a whisper.

“Really?” You said. “Yeah, they are more excited and happy about meeting him than knowing that I just won a GP yesterday,” Carlos said, making you grin and shake your head.

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“OMG! YN!” Ana immediately hugged you as soon as she entered the house ignoring Carlos who's arms wide open for her. She shed some tears of joy as she embraced you. “Oh my God! I miss you sis!” Ana said between your hugs. Carlos, on the other hand, slowly and awkwardly put his hand back to his side, making Blanca laugh.

“Where's little sainz?” Ana asked you. “He's here,” Reyes replied, holding Cael who is seated at the counter top watching his Auntie Blanca and Grandpa Carlos cook some food.

“Hold these,” Ana said, giving Carlos the huge bags she was holding. “What the hell are these Ana?” Carlos said as the bags she gave are kinda heavy. “Oh a few toys for Cael,” Ana said while smooching his nephew.

“Few toys? Looks like you brought the whole toy section,” Carlos said as he opened the bags full of various toys, mostly cars.

Now I know. It's definitely not me nor Carlos who is gonna spoil Cael. It's his Auntie Ana along with his hella rich godfathers.

“No wonder, you only came now,” Blanca said. “Yes sis. I gotta be the favorite auntie here,” Ana replied, making her older sister crack.

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“Sevi, what do you want? Auntie will get it for you,” Ana asks. “Sevi?” Blanca confusely asked. “It's my special nickname for my baby,” Ana replied, eliciting chuckles from everyone on the table.

“What are you up to now, Yn?” Reyes asks.

“I'm working in the hospital again as an attending physician,” You replied.

“What about Cael? Who takes care of him when you're at work?” Blanca asked, staring at you.

“Oh, we're living with my Mom. So she takes care of him during the day. But, I have a more flexible schedule now than during my residency. I can really spend time with him mostly,” you replied to her.

Blanca just nodded. You noticed that Carlos and Blanca are glaring at each other after that question. He simply shook his head at her and she just continued with her food.

Okay, what was that for?

On the other hand, Ana is busy watching Cael eat his food. “Where are you staying, darling?” Reyes asked you. “We're staying at an Airbnb,” you kindly replied. “Eh? You're not staying at your old house?” Ana asked, making you look at Carlos.

Our old house? I thought you sold it.

“It's still there. He often stays at your house more than here whenever he is in Madrid,” Blanca said.

“Really? I didn't know,” You replied. “There's a lot of things you don't know,” Blanca whispered. “What did you say?” Ana said. “Nothing, I'm not saying anything,” Blanca replied. But you clearly heard her.

What are you talking about Blanca?

The table was filled with stories, catching up with each other. Cael occasionally tells stories that make everyone smile. It feels like everything is okay, like you are just a happy family. But you're not. You know that there are unsettled issues that still need to be addressed.

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Carlos, Cael, and Ana are busy unboxing the toys she bought while you and Blanca are watching them at the porch. Seeing your boys so happy makes your heart elated.

This was my dream, to see you with our child. You were my dream Carlos. Not until you became my nightmare.

“If you weren't cheating,” you whispered, accidentally letting your thoughts out. “Did you think he filed a divorce to be with her, the other girl?” Blanca asked her.

“Why?” you replied, making Blanca chuckle. “Well, I can't blame you if you believe that. But trust me, she wasn't.” she said.

If she was not the reason. Why did he leave me? Why, Carlos?

“Mama, I know how to control it now!” Cael yelled, pertaining to his new remote control monster truck. You saw Carlos smiling at you too. “Okay Sevi, let’s race, you, me, and your Papa. If I win you’re gonna sleep in my room. If your Papa wins, you’ll get to sleep beside him in his room. But, if you win, you can choose whoever you wanna be with tonight. Okay?” Ana suggested. “Okay!” Cael responded cheerfully.

“So who do you wanna be with tonight?” Carlos asks Cael. “Eh Papa, that’s a secret,” Cael said, refusing to tell his father. This makes Carlos and Ana both laugh.

You badly want to ask him why. Why did he leave you? But you were scared about what he had to say. You were scared about talking more about the past. It is a memory that you really want to dig in off the ground.

“You two fix your shits. And I know, you know what I'm talking about. If you can't be together, at least be friends, for Cael,” Blanca seriously said before leaving you at the porch.

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[harrysfolklore]

mother's day - single dad!harry

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Harry stood at the kitchen finishing up breakfast, the sound of his daughter playing around in the living room filling his ears.

It was Mother's Day, a bittersweet day for him. His daughter, Violet, was the light of his life, but he couldn't help but feel hurt knowing that her mother was not around to share this special day.

Violet was a smart, sassy, funny and kind four year old girl, and everyone who met her would automatically fall in love with her and agree that she inherited her dad's charm.

That was what happened when YN met her.

YN had taken a job at Pleasing a year ago as the head of Marketing and Media, and she was over the moon about it.

She would never in a million years imagine that taking that job would lead her to meet Harry and completely fall in love with him, and the little carbon copy of him, of course. 

YN had always been fond of children, but there was something special about Violet. She was a mini version of Harry, her intelligence never failed to impress her, and she found herself looking forward to spending time with her and Harry outside of work.

Over the past year, YN and Harry had grown closer, their friendship blossoming into something more and sharing so many touches and kisses that it was hard to keep count, YN never imagined herself in a relationship that involved a kid, but she couldn't be happier to be Harry's girlfriend and part of Violet's life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Happy Mother's Day!" Violet she exclaimed, holding out a handmade card adorned with glitter and stickers.

"Thank you, sweetheart. This is beautiful." Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love for his daughter.

Ever since Violet learned about the concept of Mother's day, she would make card for Harry and her Nana Anne every year, the entire family making sure the little girl never felt the absence of her mother on this day.

"When is YN coming? I want to give her her card too!" Violet said, holding out a card similar to the one she just gave him, but with a small drawing of what Harry guessed what her and YN holding hands.

"You made YN a Mother's day card?" Harry asked surprised, not expecting the gesture from his daughter.

"Yes, Daddy! YN is like my other mummy now, she makes me breakfast when she sleeps here and plays with me and does my hair, my friend Lana says her mummy does that with her, so YN is like my mummy!" the little girl explained excitedly, making Harry's heart melt, "So I made her a card too!" 

Harry felt like he could cry, his daughter adored the girl he was in love with and that felt like if he head won the lottery.

"That's very sweet of you, darling," Harry said, pulling her into a hug. "YN will love it."

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Violet ran to answer it. YN stood at the door, a sweet smile on her face, and before she could greet them, Violet showed her the card with excitement.

"Happy Mother's Day, mummy YN!" Violet exclaimed, throwing her arms around her.

YN was completely shocked, kneeling down to Violet's level and hugging her back, looking at Harry with wide eyes, he just smiled fondly and raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"Thank you, Violet," YN replied, her eyes shining with tears,  "You're the best daughter any mummy could ask for."

"Daddy made breakfast and I helped him!"

As they sat down to breakfast, Violet chattered excitedly about the gifts she had made for Nana Anne and how she had helped Harry prepare a special breakfast. Harry watched them, his heart felling full of love for the two most important girls in his life.

After breakfast, they went for a walk in the park, enjoying the weather and listening to Violet ramble about random things. As they sat on a bench watching Violet play, Harry took YN's hand in his and squeezed it gently.

"So, you're mummy YN now," Harry said, smirking at her.

"Harry! You could've gave me a heads up about that," YN spoke quickly, making Harry laugh, "I was so surprised, I almost peed myself."

"I'm sorry, love. It was a surprise for me too," he kissed the side of her head gently, "But if you don't feel comfortable I can speak to her about it."

"Are you kidding?" YN cut him off, "That was the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me, I can't believe she trusts me enough to call me her mommy."

"That's the sweetest thing, isn't it?" Harry said, smiling at YN. "Violet adores you, and I'm so grateful to have you both in my life."

"I'm the lucky one," YN replied, squeezing his hand. "I never imagined I'd find a love like this, a family like ours."

As they sat together, watching Violet play and enjoying each other's company, Harry knew that he had found his happiness. He had found love again, and this time, it was even more special because it included Violet.

[cuntinies]

summary: pregnant! reader gets upset at her rapid weight gain due to the pregnancy so abby wants to kiss it all better

warnings: pregnant female reader, mentions of weight and size, mentions of numbers in weight, slight angst, crying, kissing, slight proofread, abby being sweet. please lmk if i miss any.

you can't help but let out an exaggerated groan. in abbys wife pleaser and her baggy blue gingham boxer briefs, you stare at your pregnant self in the mirror in front of you. you knew you were going to gain weight when you found out that you were pregnant with your little girl, but not so soon. youre 6 months in, and your belly already stretching out your top and bottoms, making your outfits snug to your body. your chest got a bit fuller from last time, and your hips have filled up.

abby looks up from her laptop, the blue screen glowing onto her face. her reading glasses perched right on the tip of her nose and her blonde locks free from her usual braid. the shared bed faces the mirror as she looks at you through it, a confused but cutely painted look on her face.

"what's the matter?" abby asks, taking off the glasses to get a good look as to why you decided to loudly announce whatever was bothering you. she truly couldn't hold in her giggles when your patience has decreased these past weeks. this morning, you got upset while looking at the tulips abby helped plant with you (mostly just her) a couple of weeks ago, weren't growing as fast as you wanted to.

pushing your hair out of your face, you groan again. "the doctor said i gained 8 lbs since i’ve seen her but i think it's more..". your hands travel down to rub your tummy. you avoid eye contact with abby, feeling her eyes staring at your face as you look down at your baby bump. she nibbles the inside of her lip, trying to think of what to say because she doesn't like when you talk about yourself like that. "i think you look, beautiful babe."

"nuh uh. youre saying that because i’m your wife and i’m carrying our baby, so that doesn't count" you raise your voice as it starts cracking, your face feeling hot and tears start welling in your eyes. abby immediately notices the change of tone in your voice. she knew you had a hard time with changes, and the baby was a huge change for both of you. abby would of course try her best to make you feel better but there's so much she could do before you get into your head.

"c'mere," abby says, closing her laptop and setting it aside on the nightstand. you sulk over to the edge of the bed, playing with a loose thread. you feel abby playfully kick your hand. "babe, c'mere. why are you so sad?" she asks, trying to bring your attention back to her but you are just being so stubborn.

"it's just everything is happening so fast and i’m getting huge and it's scaring me and i’m just being a bad wife because all you hear me do is complain about myself," you sniff through choked sobs, finally taking a look up at her. tears slowly fall down your cheeks and some snot trickles down your nose. abby wants to laugh at how cute you look but she holds it in, giving you a little sad smile. she opens her arms invitingly, the way her black t-shirt fits so nicely on her by accentuating her biceps. you can't say no to that. you shuffle closer to her before you lay your whole weight down onto her body. she wraps her arms around you, shifting so that your back is on her chest, leaving room for you to breathe comfortably.

"first of all.." abby starts saying softly in your hair before kissing you on top of your head. "you’re not a bad wife." she places her head on top of yours, reaching her hands down onto your swole belly. you cringe, feeling how she traces the light stretch marks that litter your skin. "second of all.." another kiss but near your ear this time, "you're not huge. you're carrying our sweet girl. i don't like hearing you tell yourself that." her hands find yours, tangling into them as she holds them. you huff, not knowing what to say.

"i’m sorry.." you whisper, taking one of her hands and playing with her fingers. tracing her nail bed to her palm where you trace the lines like a little mase. abby shakes her head a bit before wrapping the same hand up on the side of your head. the way she can just manipulate you however she pleases makes you instantly melt into her palm, looking up at her. she smiles down at you, wiping the bit of mucus that was on your upper lip. she leans her head down, not caring about your tear-stained, booger face, as she places a soft but deep kiss on your lips. abby tilts her head, slightly tightening the grip she has on your head as she slips her tongue inside your mouth. you can't help but let out a soft gasp, allowing abby to take whatever. she places one last peck before licking her lips as she watches your cute disheveled face, lips glossy, softly panting and cheeks blushing.

"i don't want you to apologize for anything, ok baby?" abby says, caressing your cheek with her thumb. all you can do is nod, snuggling your head into her neck and wrapping yourself within her. she smiles, gently reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the bedside lamp. abby caresses your back until she feels your breathing regulates into a soft rhythm.

a/n: tysm for all the love these past days! idk how to end these. lmk if you all like this 🙂‍↕️ inbox is open

[spookwyrdie]

Riled Up.

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Bang Chan x Reader x Han Jisung

word count: 2.5k

summary: After your little performance on the dance floor with Jisung, Chan pulls you into a limo to teach you a lesson and remind you who's in control. Just as he's about to make you scream, his phone rings. Seems like someone wants to be in the audience for this.

genre: smut, power play

warnings: adult dialogue, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, phone sex, cunnilingus, oral sex [f receiving], edging, dacryphilia, some bratting if you squint

a/n: I got super excited to share this part, so here it is! Pt 3 is in the works rn and might take a little bit, please be patient for that one!

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

Chan grabs your elbow and steers you off the dance floor and towards the exit. You watch his jaw clench, sending a ripple of desire through you as he drags you out of the club. You can feel how wet you are between your legs, thighs slick with arousal from dancing with Jisung. You’re so amped up from the anticipation and he hasn’t even touched you yet.  

Once outside, he opens the door to the vehicle you arrived in - a stretch limo with the blacked-out windows. He gestures to you to slide in first, his eyes fierce with hunger. As you step in front of him, he lands a firm smack on your ass. You keen from the impact as it jolts through you, another gush of arousal drips out of you as you clench around nothing. Your dress rides up your thighs as you slide into the car, Chan quickly following behind you and slamming the door shut. 

“Roll up the partition and take the long way back. The very long way back,” he says to the driver. The man nods as the opaque screen between the driver’s cab and the rest of the limo rolls up. 

Chan’s eyes meet yours as he turns to you, leaning in until he’s a breath away. “Did you have your fun out there tonight?” 

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Of course. Ji’s a great dancer, don’t you think?” 

“I think you were putting on a show to get my attention.” 

“Maybe... Did it work?” you ask, looking at him with a doe eyed innocence. He’s not falling for it, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek.  

“I don’t know, did it?” he grits out, taking your hand and placing it over the firm bulge in his pants. You salivate as you palm him through his pants, and he hums at the touch. You’re about to wrap your fingers around him when he snatches your wrist and pulls you close to him. 

“I think I need to remind you exactly who you belong to.” 

His plush lips crash against yours and you sink into his embrace. He tangles his hands into your hair and grips hard. Your jaw drops open as you moan at the harsh touch; Chan takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue against yours, biting down on your plump lip, and wrapping himself around you possessively. You’re lost in the feel of his soft lips against yours, the push and pull you fall into naturally sweeping you away in the moment. 

His hand comes up to your chin as he pulls away, holding you in place while you try and chase his lips. He hovers above you, tilting his head like he’s going to kiss you again. You reach up to close the distance, but he pulls back, smiling at the way his denial makes you pout. His lips trail along your jaw to your ear, biting down on the lobe, laving over the pain with his tongue. You cry out as your hips spasm underneath him, your ears are one of your most sensitive spots and he’s using it to his advantage.  

“Chan, please,” you whisper, breathlessly. 

“You don’t get to ask for anything tonight, sweet thing,” he says in a low voice, tracing his tongue around the shell of your ear. “You had your fun, now I get to have mine.” 

Your hands at his shoulders clench into fists, balling up the material of his shirt underneath them, using this one point of contact to ground you. He takes your wrists and holds them with one hand. The other unbuckles his black leather belt, slipping it out of the belt loops of his pants. He wraps it delicately around your wrists, taking care to keep away from the cluster of nerves and tendons. He cinches it down, not too tight but definitely snug against your skin. You wiggle your fingers, reaching to touch him in any way you can, needing to feel as much of his body as possible. 

“Ah-ah, no touching unless I say so,” he says, lifting your wrists and placing them behind the headrest of your seat. Your body is on display for him again, at his mercy. 

A pathetic whine escapes you as he kneels down to the floor, slotting his body between your thighs and pulling you close to the edge of the seat, your arms still connected behind the headrest. His lips find yours again, gentler this time, as he presses his body into you, making you lean back while he trails wet kisses down to your chest. He tugs the top of your dress down roughly, pulling your breasts out from underneath the fabric. His plump lips wrap around one nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth on the sensitive bud as the other hand pinches the other. You arch your back into him with a whimper, rocking your hips into him, chasing any sort of friction to relieve the building tension in your core.  

He sucks hard on your nipple before pulling it out of his mouth with a loud pop! He looks up at you from below, chuckling at your whimpers. “Feeling a bit needy tonight, sweet thing?” he murmurs with a dangerous edge to his voice. 

“Mhmm,” you respond, failing to produce any words as he rolls your nipples under his fingers, watching you squirm.  

“Good.” 

His hands trail down your body to the hem of your dress, already pushed up far enough to see a peek of your panties. He drags his fingers down your thighs as he lowers his face down to your cunt. The sight of him between your legs, looking at you like he was going to happily devour you, makes you quiver. The throb of need throughout your body is strong, settling deep in your pelvis. You tilt your hips up towards him, begging silently as you bite down on your lip. Chan just laughs at you, hovering right above your panties, making sure you can feel his hot breath where you’re most sensitive, just out of reach.  

“Sit still,” he says, a hushed command in his voice. You instantly freeze in place, attempting to be good to get him to touch you. He hovers for a moment before he obliges. His eyes lock with yours, slowly pressing his tongue flat against the wet spot that has soaked through the fabric. The small amount of pressure already has you panting. He groans into your cunt, the sound reverberates and makes you wriggle around, whimpering helplessly. 

“God, you’re so wet already,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. He’s lost in his own desire from just the taste of you. For a split second, he forgets the white-hot jealousy he felt from your little performance earlier. He leans back, opening his eyes and looks over you again; you blush under his intense gaze, feeling so vulnerable and so desperate for him. 

Chan runs his hands up your thighs, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slides them down leisurely, making sure to take his time. You feel a burning trail left over every inch where he has touched your skin. He drags the fabric down to your ankles and has you step out of them, shoving the garment into his pocket. His hands hook behind your knees and shifts them towards your chest, your glistening cunt on full display in the low light of the car.

Sitting back on his heels, he pulls his phone out, aiming the camera at you. “Say cheese,” he teases, sticking his tongue between his teeth and giggling. You bite your lip again, whining at the hot bolt of embarrassment that shoots through you, eventually settling deep in your core, the muscles spasm with want. 

Chan types out a quick message and hits send, his gaze lands on you again. His eyes are so dark, they’d be menacing if you didn’t know he was just as awash in lust as you. 

“W-who’d you send that to?”  

“You’ll find out later,” he purrs, flashing you a taunting smile.  

His hands grip onto your legs once more. He caresses from the back your knees to your thighs, thumbs meeting on either side of your lips, massaging but not making contact with your clit yet. The indirect pressure squeezing your sensitive clit has you bucking into his hands.  

After grinding into his touch, trying to chase any sort of real friction, he moves one of his thumbs and gingerly brushes over the swollen bundle of nerves, pressing gently into your clit without moving. It makes you yelp as you try to rub yourself against his thumb, but his other hand grasps at your hip, halting your movement. 

“I thought I made it clear I was in control tonight,” he says, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’ll get as much as I want to give you.” 

With that, he raises his hand, and slaps you right on your clit with a quick smack! Your whole body lurches forward, crying out, searing pain and pleasure mixing together as it rushes through your body. He lands three more slaps to your cunt, with each a lewd wet sound fills the cabin of the limo. Tears prick in your eyes as you blink, there’s a buzzing sensation building in your core.  

“Fuck, you take that so well,” he grits out from his clenched jaw. Both of his arms hook around your thighs, holding your hips down, as he presses a feather light kiss against your wetness. He loves taking his time with you - the needier you get, the more he drags it out.  

His phone rings in his pocket, and his eyes flash to yours, sin darkening his expression. He taps the button and holds it to his ear. You hear a tinny voice from the receiver say, “Hyung?”

“Look what you did to her, Ji. I don’t know whether to kill you or kiss you,” Chan says. “She’s so wet, her pussy is aching to be touched. Here, listen.”

Chan puts the phone on your lower stomach as his other hand languidly slips through your folds, still avoiding direct contact with your clit. You whine pitifully, trying to rut into his touch, slick noises fill the air again. He lands a few more wet slaps against your cunt again, each making you jolt and gasp at the sting. 

Chan picks up the phone again.

“Hear that?”

“Y-yeah,” Jisung says shakily. 

“Good listening skills. Let’s put them to the test,” Chan says, putting the phone on speaker and setting it down again on your chest.

“Ji….” You whimper.

“Y/n? Fffuck…” you hear him pant on the other end of the call. 

“Don’t hang up, Jisung,” Chan grits out. “You’re going to listen to her while I make her cum. That’s what you wanted, right?”

There’s a groan on the other end of the phone. Your eyes widen, landing on Chan. His gaze softens for a moment, searching your face for any hesitation. You pull your lip between your teeth and give him a small nod. Immediately, his demeanor shifts back into the domineering lust from before. He lowers himself to your core once more, holding your thighs open while pressing them closer to your chest. Sticking his tongue out, he lets saliva drip down the tip directly onto your clit.

You take a deep shuddering breath, but it gets caught in your throat when Chan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You choke out a groan as your hips convulse underneath him. He’s ruthless with the slow, sedate pace of his tongue. His forearms come up to pin you in place while his fingers spread your folds open for more intense, direct contact to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your face scrunches up, a string of expletives leaving your mouth between whimpers. The lazy speed with deliberate, precise pressure of his tongue is enough to keep you teetering on the edge of an orgasm but not enough to get you over the crest. It’s driving you insane, the way that he’s playing with you like this. Any time you try to tilt your hips towards his mouth for more pressure, he backs away, anticipating your movements.

On the phone laying on your chest, you hear Jisung panting in unison with you. He echoes you, heavy breathing and grunting whenever Chan hits a particularly sensitive spot. Chan brings you to the brink again, the coil in your lower belly about to snap through you, when he lifts his head. 

“Can you hear this, Ji?” he says as he sinks a finger into you. You keen, your cunt sucking his fingers in eagerly. You nearly sob, wanting more, needing more, and Chan cruelly pushing you to the edge then denying you.

“M-more! Please, Chan,” you shudder out. 

“More?” he asks, sliding another finger in slowly.

You sigh at the stretch, still frustrated with the slow pace, not caring anymore how fucked out you sound as you whine. “Please…”

“I don’t know…” Chan muses. “What do you think, Ji?”

Jisung moans on the phone, “Fuck yes, more,” he says with a quivering voice.

Chan pauses, catching your eyes as tears start to stream down your cheeks. “Well, if Ji says so.”

Immediately, he fucks into you faster, fingers thrusting into your heat, tongue batting around your neglected clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely breathing from the sudden change of pace. You feel that coil tightening again in your lower belly, all your muscles taut in anticipation. Chan is brutal with the rhythm, racing you towards an orgasm, back to that edge faster and faster. 

When his fingers finally curl in that heavenly come-hither motion, the coil finally snaps. You scream, stars dancing in front of your eyes at the force of your orgasm as it pulses through you, fluttering your muscles around his fingers. Chan doesn’t stop, keeping up the intense pace of his tongue and his fingers, riding it out as long as he can. Your hips and legs are shaking. Your clit can’t take much more, the stimulation is too much. You writhe around trying to get away from his hand, but he doesn’t stop until you put a foot on his shoulder. He backs off, giving your clit one last kitten lick, making you convulse at even the lightest touch.

You slump back into the seat, trying to catch your breath, a thin sheen of sweat covers your entire body. You’re in a haze. The floaty feeling of trying to come back into your body buzzes in your ears. You barely notice when Chan picks up the phone from your chest.

“Did you catch all of that, Jisung?” Chan says, wiping your essence off of his chin.

A shuddering whisper of “fuck” comes from the receiver.

“You have ten minutes to be at my front door,” Chan says curtly. “...If you want another demonstration, that is.”

[timmyyyturner]

Gone: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

"Baby, wake up." The kiss pressed on your forehead soothing you awake, you're half asleep, he pulls you into his arms. "I'm going away for a little while okay, baby?" You snuggled into his arms. "Gonna miss you." He kissed your cheek. You mummer something on the lines of "gonna miss you more." Jason chuckled softly. "I love you." You smile leaning up to kiss his soft and a bit chapped lips. "I love you more." He mummers against your lips. He lays you down. "Go back to sleep, Kay?" You nod. "Don't be gone too long." He nods, slipping on his helmet. "I won't. 2 weeks, I promise." You hum, watching him jump out the window.

Jason Todd disappears alot, but it doesn't mean he doesn't miss you and it doesn't mean you miss him any less. You've been together 2 years, 3 in six months. You could barely contain yourself when the second week without him arrives but to your disappointment he doesn't arrive but he send flowers with a note that reads missions gonna take longer than i thought, maybe 2 weeks? i love you.

You miss his voice, his touch, his taste, his pretty lips, him. You miss him. Two weeks later, you wait for him again, propped up on the windowsill, with a cup of coffee, under a blanket. Alas you fall asleep, when you woke up you were in bed, the scrumptious smell of breakfast. You were excited to see him, rushing in the kitchen only to find it empty. "Jay?" You called out. "Baby?" You stumbled into the dining area. "Jas-" You stopped at the table, seeing the flowers, a note sticking out from the flowers beautifully set behind a plate of pancakes. You picked up the note reading it disappointedly. enjoy breakfast :) i'll be back in a month, promise. i love you.

Two months later and you haven't heard anything from him. Not a word. You missed him. You just wanted to know if he was alive, thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him. The house is too quiet, too empty. You wanted to know where he was.

You were propped on the couch reading a Jane Austen book when you got a knock on you're door. You didn't even attempt to get your hopes up. "Package and flower delivery for Miss. L/n." You sighed for it, took it closing the door. You searched the carnations for a note, nothing. You put them in a vase. You knew it was from him though. Red carnations were his favorite flower. You opened the package, nothing but a black hoodie and a red plushy. The hoodie smelt exactly like him. You drowned yourself in his hoodie, falling asleep holding the plushy.

Another two months and you were considering leaving the house for bit cause everything reminds you of him, sleeping in his side, buying his perfume so you could smell like him all the time. It wasn't exact but you could bare with it for a little while. This two months however there wasn't even an indication that he was alive.

The day six months arrived. Your anniversary. Midnight. You had enough. You wanted to be loved, you needed to love and you had so much love to give. Your stuff sat neatly in suitcases on top of the bed. You heard a soft thump on the floor, in the middle of writing a note to Jason. "Where you going, baby?" Tears stung at your eyes. You got up and walked to him. "Sorry for being away so long." Before he could say anything more, you hand came in contact with his face. It stung. Hurt. He deserved it though.

"Why the fuck would you do that to me?" You whispered, looking up at him, eyes red and puffy from crying. He didn't say anything after, neither did you though. You sighed, taking the suit cases off the bed, pulling them next to you. "So, is this it? Is this the end?" He asked, fists balled up, angry with himself. He knew he couldn't live without you. You bent down to open the suitcase. You didn't say anything for a whole minute, just ignored his presence and opened the closet door. "Y/n. Are we over?"

"Don't be fucking stupid, Jason." You started packing your stuff back in the closet. "If we were over, I would've left already." Jason smiled softly. "Nuh-uh. Don't smile at me, you stink."

"Ouch? I thought we were cool." He frowned playfully. "No, we are. You just smell extremely repulsing and you're full of mud." He nodded. "I agree, gimme a hug and a kiss."

"What? No." You turned to him seeing him gone. "Jason, I swear to Go- JASON PUT ME DOWN! You're making me dirty!"

He put you down slowly. "Great, now I have to shower too." You frowned. "You're so fucking lucky I love you." He paused, holy shit it felt so good to hear you say it again. "So, we gonna shower now? Or you want me to run us a bath?" He wanted to hear you say it again. "Bath... I love you." He muttered the last part. You kissed his cheek. "I love you too, honey. Now take off those dirty ass clothes off before I burn them off." He smiled. "I love you more."

"What are you playing, Mr. Todd?" He looked at you pleadingly. "Say it again, please."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." He cleared his throat. "Will you marry me?" You stopped in your tracks. "What?"

He swallowed. "I want to marry you, Y/n. Will you marry me?" You didn't say anything for a while, just stared at him, tears falling from your eyes. "I know you're extremely mad but i love you and want to mar-"

"Yes." You both didn't say anything for a while. "You said yes." He said. "I did." You spoke. You practically jumped in his arms. "I love you so much, Jason. Please don't ever do that again."

"Not even thinking 'bout leaving, princess. Never."

[luvtak]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

✧ pairing 7 dream x reader

✧ genre/tw fluff fluffy fluff fluff, what i think dating them would be like <3 an embarrassing amount of run-on sentences i'm sure.... the dreamies being the most perfect boyfriends to exist, mostly unedited

✧ w/c 2293 (about 300 words each!!)

✧ a/n back to my roots writing for nct... also,,, not the dreamies being my ult group but my last group to do these headcanons for :/ i have so much fun writing these little ideas and dreams about them let me know if you want more!

MARK truly the definition of wrapped around your finger… tells everyone about you every day of his life. Smiles at everything you say and calls you the cutest names. Makes sure everyone knows that you’re taken for life–no ifs about it. Tells you about his whole day, down to the most unimportant details. Kisses you all around your face and gets red seeing you so flustered. Constantly saying the worst pickup lines. Always always makes time for you even with his busy schedule. Talks to your family on the phone and becomes best friends with your siblings. Lets you win during video games and pretends that you’re just so much better than him. Never comes empty-handed–if you invite him over he’s bringing some sort of present he can’t help it. Wraps you up in at least three layers when it looks a little cold outside. Starts bringing up ideas for a Halloween couple’s costume in January. Celebrates your birthdays and accomplishments like his own. Holds you close to him in any moment of rest, the members are around? He’s only bringing you in closer. I’m sorry to say this, but he is definitely one of those people who refer to you as a “we”... “we watched that movie last week!” or “sorry, we can’t come, we have plans.” Would never even think about fighting with you and when it can’t be avoided, he is always the first to apologize. Walks around draped over you, his neck falling onto your shoulder and clumsily shuffling you along. Steals your phone to take silly pictures of himself, and you end up having 500 selfies of Mark making the same five kissy faces. Fixes your clothes/jewelry/hair as the day takes its toll. Kisses your wrist whenever you hold hands. Lovely and forever committed to giving you the sweetest existence possible.

RENJUN  My angel boy<3 would be the most loving boyfriend if you’re able to get past him giving you sm attitude. Lovingly scolds you 24/7 365. Pouts if you don’t say you love him back or forget to kiss him before you leave. Steals your sweaters and jewelry. Makes you laugh so hard you cry, then kisses the tears away. Has the worst case of cute aggression when he see’s you like he can’t help but take a bite out of you. Whenever you ask him to do something he’ll roll his eyes and scoff but still gets up to do it anyway. Says your name so sweetly and with so much love it could be a term of endearment. Sings to you when you’re sad. Holds you so tight when you sleep, like he could absorb you into his own skin. Carries a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he goes. Gets genuinely annoyed when other people know something about you that he didn’t–wants to know everything, especially the embarrassing stuff. Acts of service king, does things for you and expects nothing but a kiss in return. Gives you the first bite of his food. Forehead kisses 100% of the time. Extremely tenderhearted, wants to be loved and love in return with nothing holding him back. Knows your schedule down to a T. Shakes his head at every joke you tell, but still grants you a laugh. Kisses you slowly and earnestly even if theres people around. Drops the most earth-shattering confessions of love at random moments and just expects you to move on. Matching accessories are a must!! And he will be ready to break up if your forget it one day (we have seen how he is with the dreamies friendship rings). Wraps himself completely around you when no one is around, and stays that way until one of you has to get up. Loves completely and wholeheartedly and is a perfect perfect boy. 

JENO Shy and perpetually flustered, cannot believe he got you fr. Alternates between the cockiest boy you’ve ever met and the most oblivious creature around. Is so in awe of you, cannot get over you choosing him. A big baby of a boyfriend. Body slouched over yours at all times. Tells everyone it isn’t obvious how unbelievably whipped he is for you than giggles when you call him a pet name. Loves when you fawn over him lol, would feel so good about himself when you laugh at his jokes or wear an outfit because he said you looked pretty in it. Definitely the kind of boy who gets you a necklace with his initials on it. Is somehow even more smiley when you’re around. His love language is 100% acts of service–helping you with chores and making dinner, he desperately wants to wash your hair and help take your makeup off. Always takes you home himself and makes you call him before you go to bed. Kisses you all over when you’re sad and squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe. Puts his lips right over your ear and whispers so you can hear him in loud places, sometimes telling terrible jokes to see you laugh. Constantly on the phone with you–will get yelled at by his members and staff to focus on his schedule. Takes you on long drives and lets you have the aux the whole time, smiles even when he hates the song.  Snuggles up to you and has you in an iron grip all night; wakes up periodically to tell you to stop wiggling. Literally a broken record of “oh my s/o would like this!” and “you would never believe what my s/o told me…” Tucks you into his sweater when you’re cold and always carries extra clothes because he knows you’ll forget. Could never hide his feelings for you, it’s written all over–hairbands and your favorite snacks in his cabinets. Is so so so in love with you, and would never even think about being embarrassed of it. <3

HAECHAN Sweet as cherry pie. Silly and charming and the kindest boy you know. Lives his life attached to you, hands on your hips and kisses pressed everywhere he can reach. Never goes a day without telling you he loves you in the most sickeningly sweet ways possible. Listens to every word you say, goes as far as telling other people to be quiet so he can hear you better. Serenades you with the most obnoxious renditions of love songs and coos when you make faces at him. Teases you endlessly–tickles and jokes and ridiculous nicknames, but would never let anyone else make a joke at your expense. Sleeps fully on top of you, head pressed under your chin and hands slipped under your sleep shirt. Celebrates you and your relationship with all of him, always the loudest voice singing happy birthday and the prettiest flowers congratulating you for an achievement at work or school. Speaks to you so softly and with so much compassion you almost get whiplash when you see him around the dreamies. Brings home sweet treats and little keepsakes from his day out. Will watch a movie or listen to a new song and note all the parts you’d like so he can play it for you later and speak to you about it. Unbelievably protective, not in a toxic way, but he wants so much to be able to take care of you and keep you safe–hand pressed on your back while you walk through crowds, and his hand protecting you from hitting your head as you get in the car. Has lists of important days in his notes app, cataloging gifts he could get you and your order at all your favorite restaurants. The perfect silly boyfriend, caring and lovely and everything you need

JAEMIN Marry this man. Has been committed and steadfast in his dedication to you since you met. Extremely serious when it comes to your heart and your feelings. The first to say I love you or to apologize after a fight–would never raise his voice at you or say things he didn’t mean. Is always feeding you, either a complete meal that took him an hour to make or the most perfect bowl of ramyeon you’ve ever had. Constantly sending you pictures of the cats. LOVES pda–kisses you in front of everyone and laughs when they groan, cuddles with you on the practice room couch, and rolls his eyes when the dreamies gag. Always kisses you with soft hands on your cheeks and the prettiest smile. Buys you a keepsake from everywhere they go on tour and gives it to you in a huge suitcase and will not feel ashamed in the slightest. Somehow finds out how to bring you up in every conversation, “oh they really like this song” or “thats actually their favorite movie you know…” you would truly never have to worry about anything with this man, he’s gonna take care of everything, a future airport dad if i’ve ever seen one. Sends tiktoks of cute animals and pouts if you don’t like them right away. Buys you silly sweatshirts and phonecases and demands you wear them proudly as a symbol of his everlasting love. Out of all of the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to give you a promise ring, and in my heart, I know he would have his name engraved on the inside–a quiet confession only the two of you know about. Sleeps directly on top of you, I just know it… holds onto you in every crowd. So many conversations between little kisses and I love yous. Always carries your things, whether it be a bag or shoes that got too uncomfortable his hands are open and ready whenever you need them. The most perfect boy in the world, and whose surprised? 

CHENLE truly your best friend in the entire world, f2l in its entirety… would roast you every minute of every day but if anyone else even dared he is shutting that shit down right away. His arm has a permanent residence on your waist. Giggles at you when you’re annoyed at him but apologizes anyway. Makes you watch him play basketball at 11 pm and laughs when you say you're cold and sleepy, but takes you home right away. Will kiss you in front of anyone–loves it when you get all shy and flustered. Always trying to give you expensive presents and rolling his eyes when you tell him to reign it in. dog dates with Daegal!!! Talks about you so causally that the dreamies didn’t realize you were his girlfriend until he kissed you goodbye, and they were all so dumbfounded. Will watch anything if you like it and will tell you it sucked with a smile on his face before kissing you as an apology. Huge bouquets for any anniversary or birthday. Wraps his arms around you and rocks you around, whispering sweet words that he’d deny if you told anyone about. Stares at you 24/7 and gives you his 100-watt smile. Goes out of his way to help you–buys your groceries, helps wash your hair, picks you up, and takes you wherever you need to go–but always denies it. Begs you to wear his clothes, bonus points if it’s something that has his name on it, or some nct merch. Has an iron grip on your hand at any given point and giggles when you try to get free. Will listen to literally anything you tell him. Smiles into kisses and sighs when you pull away. Is so domestic and lovely in everything he does, even if sometimes he is the biggest menace. 

JISUNG so so so shy, truly does not know how to have a s/o in public lmao. When you’re alone he’s the cutest most confident boy in the world but as soon as there is another person around he does not know you. He makes it obvious that it's just because he’s awkward, but sometimes you definitely do have to tell him to stop being a weirdo and to hold your hand. Constantly makes fun of people with you and is always ready to hear some hot goss. Is always listening to you–even if everyone in the room is talking over you, he will be looking at you with his full attention and urging you to go on. Laughs at everything you say even if it's not funny. Kisses your cheek every morning first thing, and thinks you look so cute cuddled up into the covers. Piggy-backs you everywhere: you drank a little too much or it's too early… up you go! You being comfortable and happy is his priority in any situation, and if anyone including himself is disrupting that he is dealing with it immediately. Whether that means complaining to one of hyungs to help him or going straight to the source of the issue, he’s going to try and help you, even if it’s not like him to speak up for himself–you’re the most important thing to him. Tries to teach you nct dances and gets unbearable secondhand embarrassment when he sees you mess up. Almost exposes your relationship once a month. Is wrapped around you every single moment you’re alone, even if it’s just for a second–someone leaves the room? Jisung is suddenly fully enveloping you. Thinks pda is so embarrassing but would try so hard to be more openly affectionate with you. Blushes to his roots when you sweet talk him no matter how long you’ve been together. Kisses your hands when it’s cold outside and wouldn’t even think about giving you anything of his if you needed it. The sweetest, shyest boy, and so wonderful–loving him and being loved in return would be the loveliest gift.

© LUVTAK

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Patching them up after a fight

꒰ ͜͡➸ You patch them up after a fight and put silly bandaids on their wounds just because you can

❖ Characters: Shinichiro, Benkei, Takeomi, Wakasa

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ WARNINGS: Mentions of physical fights, wounds and blood, a little suggestive at Takeomi

❖ A/n: I miss writing for TR so much so have this hehe

☰ Shinichiro:

ꕤ Shinichiro comes home a lot of times with random cuts and bruises. Not all of them are from fights, most of them happen while working with the bikes.

ꕤ But the nights he does comes home all bruised and battered, he wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms.

ꕤ He insists that he can take care of his own wounds but he wants you close before and after.

ꕤ He's a man but wounds hurt and he's not afraid to show his pain or even to cry, not caring about if it's considered “unmanly” or whatever.

ꕤ Shin adores you even more when you get the first aid kit out and insist on patching him up despite his initial protests.

ꕤ He feels so bad when you take care of him like that because him getting into fights and ending up as a punching bag should never be your problem.

ꕤ You of course don't mind it, gently dabbing the cotton swab over the cuts to clean them out and Shin doesn't even wince when it burns.

ꕤ His eyes are trained on your face, smiling softly when your brows furrow from concentration or when you pout at a specially nasty wound.

ꕤ Quiet “thank you’s” are mumbled by him when you start applying ointment before looking for band aids and start to snicker to yourself.

ꕤ “Looks like you only have the ones for your siblings left,” you say amused and present him the little dinosaur and pink star bandaids which makes him laugh.

ꕤ “I use these more than they do. Keep forgetting to buy new ones,” he explains amused and picks the green dinosaur ones.

ꕤ Gently you apply them to the few wounds that need a bandaid, a pink star one right on his cheek because you insisted on it.

ꕤ Shinichiro can't help but smile when he looks himself over. It shouldn't be so funny but you somehow took away the pain and tiny dinosaurs litter his skin as you make sure to kiss each and every bruise.

☰ Benkei:

ꕤ Benkei rarely ever needed you to patch him up, usually he would do so before he comes back home and you can only see his knuckles bandaged - the skin probably broke from throwing one too many punches.

ꕤ But this time he came home with a cut right on his nose, his face black and blue along with his almost signature look of busted knuckles.

ꕤ “Benks… let me help you,” you mumble and practically drag him to the bathroom where you force him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

ꕤ Benkei remained silent, far too tired to protest your tender hands and silently he thanked you for not even asking about any of it.

ꕤ Without further questions you kneeled down and started cleaning his knuckles, a hiss escaping him from the sting but the moment you kissed the back of his hand it was all better.

ꕤ While you wrapped bandages around his big hands he started apologizing to you for causing you trouble but you scolded him for thinking that this is trouble.

ꕤ Once his hands were taken care of you raised to stand between his legs, a frown on your lips when you saw his busted nose.

ꕤ “You know what I told you about cuts on your face,” you started and he only chuckled, knowing you get the hello kitty bandaids out now in hopes he will be more careful next time.

ꕤ His friends tease him to no end about it, but he doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute that you care enough about him to even do this.

ꕤ A bright pink bandaid rested on the bridge of his nose now and you couldn't help the laugh escaping your throat but he followed right behind.

ꕤ “That should be my new daily look, don't you think? I look so dangerous now,” he joked around and pulled you closer for a kiss.

☰ Takeomi:

ꕤ Takeomi never came home when he was vulnerable, not wanting to seem weak around you.

ꕤ But he seemed to have forgotten about the punch he got into his face hours back that left his forehead split open, dried blood staining his forehead and cheek.

ꕤ When he came home you immediately crowded him, not used to seeing your lover like this and cupped his face.

ꕤ “Calm down I'm not dying,” he grumbled and held onto your wrists to remove your hands from his face but you jerked your hands out of his grasp.

ꕤ “Perhaps you're not dying but let me at least clean this up,” you insist and he follows you into the bathroom to sit down on the closed toilet seat.

ꕤ “Only so I won't ruin the sheets with blood,” he lied with a straight face, craving your gentle touch, wanting to be taken care of

ꕤ Ever so gently you cleaned his wound for him, standing between his legs since he always sat with his legs wide open.

ꕤ His hands rested on your butt as you cleaned his wound, a dirty smirk on his lips “I need to. It hurts sooooo bad,” he mused, giving the globes of your ass a squeeze.

ꕤ You knew he was playing around by the way the smirk danced over his lips but you let him, planning your own revenge.

ꕤ Once the wound was cleaned up and the ointment put on you got out the most childish bandaids you could find, little green stripes with glittering duckies.

ꕤ Takeomi didn't even see the bandaid until he looked at your handiwork in the mirror “you're so gonna pay for that, brat,” he chuckled and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

☰ Wakasa:

ꕤ Waka rarely ever came home with wounds that needed tending, some bruises at most, if he's been training with Benkei a lot that day.

ꕤ But the few times he did, he didn't bother tending to them, insisting that cuts will heal on their own and bruises fade in a few days.

ꕤ Whenever you caught him with wounds he knew he was done for, protesting against your soft treatment so you learned how to drag him to the bathroom by force.

ꕤ “I'm not some kid. Let me at least do this myself,” he protested and ripped his arm from your grip but you gave him a stern look.

ꕤ “Even Senju acts more mature. Stop acting up,” you fired back, hating how he neglected himself from time to time. He has a big ego but that won't heal wounds.

ꕤ In the end it's a fight of who’s more stubborn and usually you win by either insisting until he gives up or by handing him his fave beer which he drinks grumpy while you tend to him.

ꕤ “You need to be more careful next time,” you scold him as you dab a cotton swab drenched in alcohol over his wounds.

ꕤ There is absolutely no reaction in his face but the way his muscles tense tell you that he's in pain and you frown, not wanting to hurt him.

ꕤ Once you were done, you got the last few bandaids out, one butterfly clip for a deeper cut so it will stay together and cute band aids with pawprints.

ꕤ Waka jerked back upon seeing the rainbow colored band aids “that one, yes,” he points to the butterfly clip and gives the colorful paw print ones a dirty look “and those... don't you dare come near me with them,” he growled out.

ꕤ You had to stifle a laugh at his reaction and opened a light blue one after using the butterfly clip on the big cut, forcing it into his skin while trying to be as gentle as possible. “Just this one... the rest can stay open if you don't put on a shirt,” you cooed and smiled at the light blue pawprints covering a cut.

ꕤ Wakasa glared at you for a moment but knew protest was futile. “At least give my shoulders a massage to make up for this shit,” he mumbled and pointed to the cute band aid decorating his chest.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

[elllisaaa]

hi can u write bf hueningkai too please?

BF!KAI who, despite all the time you had spent together, is still shy around you sometimes, and is still absolutely smitten by your beauty.

kai is still hit by the realization that you're really his girlfriend sometimes, because how can someone as pretty and perfect and kind as you love him ? he doesn't know what he did in his past life to deserve that, but he's glad he got to wake up by your side every morning. that also means that he will never stop reminding you that he loves you : he needs to tell you at least five times a day, to cuddle and kiss as much as he can. sometimes he's even worried about smothering you with his affection a little too much, but you always make sure to remind him that you love him too. the smile on his face and faint blush on his cheeks when you whisper that you love him in between kisses may be the most effective way to fluster your boyfriend. that also means that kai is constantly complimenting and praising you. whenever you show him your outfits, he never fails to show you he appreciates them and the genuine smile on his face as he looks at you makes your heart melt.

"you're so gorgeous baby, how are you even real ?"

usually, when kai is a little down, he prefers to be away from everyone else until it gets better. but since he met you, the only thing he need and seek when he had a bad day is the comfort of your embrace. he's not afraid to cry in front of you, and the fact that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you only strenghtened how much you care for him. he doesn't like it when his members are treating him like a baby or teasing him about that, but when it's you, he doesn't mind and he even likes it. but kai also wants to look dependable, and for you to not be afraid to come to him when you need something. and when you actually do - often to ask him to help you reach something on the higher shelves - he feels all giddy inside. but that doesn't stop him from teasing you and asking for a kiss in exchange for his service. also the type to hold things out of your reach and ask you to kiss him if you want it back with a smug smile, and then get shy about it once you do it.

"i won't give it back unless you give me a kiss." - "you asked for this kiss baby, don't get shy on me now." - "i'm not ! you lips are just really soft…"

kai doesn't really like to share his plushies collection, especially with his members because he's sure they would lose them. however, when you asked him to borrow one to keep you company while he was away on tour, he couldn't say no to your cute face, pouty lips and pleading, puppy eyes. he's incredibly weak for you. you only need to say "please" and be cute, and he'll cave in very easily. another thing about your boyfriend he's that he wants to see you always well fed and hydrated. so whenever you tell you didn't eat, he will buy food for you. there's no question about who pays when the two of you go out as it's always him. he feels so lucky to have an incredible girlfriend like you, he obviously has to spoil you. sometimes you don't know how to feel about all the gifts he's giving you, but he always insists that he's doing it because he loves you and because you deserve to be treated like the queen you are. his members are always making fun of him for being such a simp for you, but kai couldn't care less, he's proud of it even because every girl should be treated like this and especially you. and everytime he defends you in front of them, you can't help the smile taking over your face.

"you're all just jealous 'cause you are bitchless and i got the prettiest girl all for me."

BF!KAI who is treating you exactly the same way in the bedroom, putting your pleasure above his and everything else. your wishes are his commands.

nothing is too much for his girl, so kai is willing to do everything you want. want him to rail you into next week ? no problem. want him to be your good boy ? of course. however, and even if he's a little ashamed to admit it, he cums twice as fast when he's subbing. the way your voice deepens whenever you take the lead and ask him to jerk off in front of you before he can have your pussy turn him on quickly, getting hard in his pants every time you get more assertive, even when it's not directed to him. you could be scolding the waiter for messing up your order three times and he'll be watching you with lust in his eyes, squirming in his seat and dying to let you use his body and take your frustration out on him when you get back home at night. as much as you can be mean to him, he's nothing but good to you : only talking when he's allowed to, never breaking your rules, keeping his hands for himself when you ask him to. he wants to deserve your praises, to have to work for them. and he'll do absolutely anything for that. he'll eat you out to no end, and if he could die in between your thighs, he would be a happy man. he's also willing to beg, they come out of his mouth so easily it's almost pathetic.

"please baby, please let me taste your pretty cunt, i need it…" - "have you been a good boy hyuka ?" - "yes, yes, i didn't touch myself all week, i waited for you, i promise, please i need you so bad."

the thing that drives kai the most crazy is when you're wearing high socks paired up with a cute little skirt. if you want him to pop a boner on the spot, that's the perfect way to rail him up. whenever you put on a skirt to go out with him, he has to physically restrain himself from fucking you before getting out of the car. because the way the material is rising up whenever you want to get something on the higher shelves of the store you're in is almost giving him a peek of your ass. and of course he's gonna slide behind you to hide the view to everyone else, but you can feel his hot breath against your neck, and his semi hard-on pressing against the small of your back. these little hangouts always end up with some good sex in his car, windows fogged up for the way he has you bouncing on his dick, filling you up with his cum. kai can be a little perv sometimes, and he will have no shame stealing your high socks and panties when he has to go on tour, sniffling the tissue and jerking off while imagining it's you with him right now. he'll send you pics of the evidence of his crimes too, because if he's suffering, you have to suffer too.

"i wish you were there baby, wish it was your little cunt squeezing my dick, fuck ! i miss you so bad, need to ruin you…"

and i personaly think that kai would be easily jealous, but not in a toxic way, in a way that makes him crave to show everyone that he's yours, because he knows that you're fucking gorgeous and that anyone would want to have a chance with you. but you're his. and he's yours. and he needs to show you off. when he gets possessive like that, he's letting you know because he's getting so touchy and clingy, kissing you and letting his hands wander in some inapropriate places sometimes. the sex after that is really good, letting you know how pretty you are and reminding you that you belong to him through and through. besides, even if he doesn't mind you calling him baby, when his members are treating him like that, he despise it. whenever he gets frustrated like that, he needs to assert dominance and he fucks you rough at the dorm - head pushed down in to the pillow, pounding into you from behind, your whines echoing in his rooms and letting know all his hyungs how good he's fucking you. in these kinds of moment, his size kink drives him mad, seeing how easily he's able to throw you around without even trying. and the way you're crying his name from him calling you a desperate slut fuels his ego so much.

"you're clenching around me so tight baby, you love knowing they can all hear you, right ? yeah, i know you do. fucking slut going dumb for my big cock, uh ?"

[bandgie]

Would you please write something with mean dom minho? 🥺

minho loves to be a little mean, to tease a little. there's just something about hearing your whines and little hiccups that he really likes. then again, I don't think minho likes inflicting any real pain on you, he wants you both to enjoy the play. but hurting your feelings? a little bit of humiliation? fuck yes

MDNI18+ | fem!reader, toys, exhibitionism, ruined orgasm (implied), light fingering

I imagine he gets into some type of exhibitionist type shit. like making you wear slutty little outfits when you're out and about. your tits peeking from the top of your shirt and a skirt that barely manages to cover the curve of your ass. he just loooveeesss when the boys ogle you like I just kNOW he'll kiss you a little too passionately in front of them.

or maybe he's got a vibrator stuffed in your cunt. turning it high to hear your breath hitch and watch you bite your lip. he does it when you're in the middle of a conversation. letting you talk and talk before reminding you about the toy stuffed in your pussy. you abruptly stop, little out a little squeak that has changbin asking if you're okay and you'll say "yeah...just lost my train of thought"

and minho loves to pull you aside and make you present yourself. lifting up your skirt so he could see the wet patch on your pretty panties. maybe he's just nod and give you a stupid thumbs up, but more than likely he's touching you. small, yet soft fingers playing against your clothed clit. running his digits up and down your slit just to feel how damp you how, to hear how whiny you get.

he won't let you cum, or maybe he does but ruins it by snatching his hand away quickly. you always cry out and minho always has to cover your pretty mouth from being too loud. once you're (sulky) settled, he'll make sure to make you look presentable before getting you back out for the public eye

[rninies]

a song for you ⟡ veritas ratio

synopsis veritas creating a playlist for you to show his love :3

warnings fluff, gn!reader, modern!au

NOTES back with another veritas fic teehee

veritas ratio is not a big talker.

he prefers to stay quiet while you do the talking for him. there are times when he does say things out loud to give you his opinions on things, but other than that, he will mostly stay quiet.

you were used to it, and in a good way. you like having someone listen to you rather than having them talk back to you because it just feels... awkward when you don't have anything else to say to them.

veritas was an excellent listener, always nodding to you whenever you speak and his eyes are always trained on you so you know that he's genuinely listening to whatever you're saying.

today was no different. you told veritas about how your day went, and he will occasionally hum or reply a short answer when you asked him a question.

you eventually got busy with playing games on your phone, getting a bit too immersed into the game to not see veritas walking towards you.

"love, i made a playlist for you, come sit and listen." veritas says, and motions you to come follow him.

"wait, what?" you almost dropped your phone on the couch when he said that. a playlist? just for you? when did he make it?

loads of questions started to rise in your head, but you didn't ask and he didn't seem like he wanted to answer any of your questions, so you followed him to the bedroom, where he hands you one piece of the earphone he had just connected to his phone.

he opened the playlist and you caught a glimpse of the title, which was "to my beloved" and honestly? it made you blush a little.

the first song starts to play and you almost laughed out loud. it was the very first song you guys started to like in one of your car rides. it was a pretty old song, but it holds a special place in your heart, as it carries the memories of that fun car ride with veritas.

"you remembered this song?" you asked, giving him a soft smile.

"mm, yeah," veritas replies quietly. "how could i forget it?"

the next few songs that played were mostly songs that reminded him of you, and they hold really cute meanings too behind the songs that it almost made you start crying.

because when has anyone ever made a playlist about you and dedicated to you? when has anyone ever used their free time to create something like this for you?

"when... when did you make this?" you asked, taking the earbud off as you faced him with teary eyes. "you're really busy with practice, no? when did you take the time to make this whole thing?"

"at night, when you're asleep," veritas replies. "you know i have trouble sleeping sometimes, right? i... used that time before sleeping to make this. it took me a few days to find out if these songs were-" you hugged him, immediately stopping him from saying anything else.

"thank you for making this, veritas!" you mumbled, face hiding into the crook of veritas's neck. he sighs happily and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"mhm, you're welcome," he replies. "i love you, you know that, right?"

"yeah, i do. i love you more, veritas." you replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, to which his face turns a light shade of red.

[h-hollieskz]

ALMOST THERE

introduction | masterlist

->pairing : sub lee know x dom gn reader

->word count : 700+

->synopsis : lee know

->tw : idrk with this one, edging?, use of kitten once (I couldn’t resist sorry)

->authors note : was considering putting this in the tw, but this whole thing is incredibly sloppy and low key shit, but I’m just trying to get back into the habit of posting so bear with me

What you could only describe as the cry of an angel escaped your boyfriend’s plush lips as your fingers curled up onto his spot, his half-lidded eyes the epitome of a man far too gone to form a coherent sentence. Leaking on his stomach was his achingly hard cock, neglected through your teasing and cruel ministrations and you didn’t have any intention of getting him off any time soon.

Every time his body began to convulse, heart rate rising just a little too high, you’d pull away, leaving him to chase his orgasm desperately, tugging on the binds that held his wrists. He’d never pictured himself in this position and had you asked him a few months ago if he’d consider it he’d have scoffed in your face.

You see, your usually so proudly dominant boyfriend had agreed to a bet, allowing you to take control for one night, granted that you beat him at bowling (his pride certainly had gotten ahead of him considering his shaky skills at the sport). Despite not exactly being so great at it yourself, you still managed to beat him with quite some points between you both. The look on his face had been priceless.

Let’s just say that well, that night Minho learned some things about himself.

He’d already been denied twice at this point, and this is where previously you had given in. You reckoned he could take more though.

Lube squelched as you drove two fingers into his loose hole, aiming directly for his prostate each time and basking in the small yelps he let out, similar to the mew of a cat. His small hands were clasped together, knuckles turning white, in the soft fabric that tethered them together and his legs squirmed helplessly beneath your weight. Your hand danced around his crotch, caressing his thighs which you admired so greatly.

His pink lips were open in a small, delicate ‘o’ as he could feel himself approaching his release again, believing for a second that you were going to let him and whining as your touch departed again.

“Pl-please. I haven’t done anything wrong.” He gasped lightly. It was almost phrased as a question, begging you to tell him what he’s done. His usual grouchy tone returning slightly as he remarked, “just let me cum already.”

It was cute you decided. He believed that it would work. What he didn’t realise is how much harder he was making it on himself as you gripped his jaw like a vice, staring him cold in the eyes.

“Good kittens don’t make demands, they take what they are given.” You said through gritted teeth before continuing “If you don’t want it, you know your safeword.”

His glare began to soften as he gulped, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand found his cock, gliding it up and down his length agonisingly slowly. In a second you’d give him what he wanted, judging that he was right, he had done as you’d asked that evening, and you already pushed him so far. He deserved a treat. You just had to make him suffer a tad bit more first.

“You look so beautiful like this, you know that right.” His scrunched up face barely reacted to your words, but he let out another small whimper. You reinserted your fingers into his wet heat, Minho’s face relaxing slightly as he lost himself again.

It wasn’t long until he was at the edge again, a few beads of sweat noticeable in his hairline. He had gotten considerably noisier, the closer he got, eyes refusing to open right until he tipped over, body convulsing in pleasure as his orgasm rocked through him. It was more intense than any other he had experienced, and you made sure to kiss and ease him through it until the aftershocks were over. A sheen of sweat covered him as he flopped back, and you quickly undid his wrists.

“You handled that so well, baby.” You mumbled into his ear, peppering him with kisses, “did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah.” You faintly heard him say, and you didn’t press for more information.

“Do you want a bath?” You asked, ready to jump up and go run it for him.

“In a few minutes, jus want to lie here with you for a bit.” He whispered into your neck where you held him.

honestly gonna cry

[d4rkdi0rrr]

Pls can you do a Jason Grace x Athena daughter? Like when he meets Annabeth in the book he says her eyes are scary (I read the book in other language, so forgive if it’s not in all books) and he find the reader eyes comforting, just a suggestion!! I would love any Jason content

scary? my god, you're divine

jason grace x athena!reader who has grey eyes

cw: a little bit of hurt/comfort? not proofread, wrote this with fem reader in mind but i dont think theres any specific pronouns (self projecting my singleness)

_____

It'd been a pleasant evening for both you and your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything else. You'd had a walk along the lake, followed by a nice rooftop picnic where you exchanged food, cuddles, and kisses.

Now, the both of you were in Jason's cabin, snuggled up in your matching pajamas, underneath the warm blankets. As the both of you whispered sweet nothings to each other, you couldn't squash the small, nagging thought at the back of your mind.

Earlier during the day, a few of the Aphrodite girls who were jealous of you and Jason's relationship had teased you about your grey eyes, comparing them to the blood-thirsty likeness of wolves. They'd gone on to question how anyone could ever see, let alone love, the "monster hiding behind those scary steel fortresses". You knew it was stupid but some part of you couldn't hold yourself back.

"Do you think my eyes are scary?" You asked timidly, facing Jason, fingers absentmindedly playing with his golden locks. Your sweet, sweet, adoring boyfriend half-opened his eyes sleepily and frowned.

"What do you mean? Who said that?"

"No- no one. Forget I asked," you sighed, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Just as you were about to pull away, Jason's hand captured yours, resting it against his cheek.

"Baby."

"Yeah?"

"You want to know what I think of your eyes?"

"Jason, it's fine. Forget it." You rolled over, back facing him. "Goodnight."

"Nuh-uh." He gently rolled you over so you were facing him once again and tucked a finger under you chin to tilt your head slightly. His eyes found yours before gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

"I think that your eyes are the prettiest, most gorgeous, most lovable eyes in the world. They make you look strong and powerful and beautiful and so, so smart. They're like the beginning and the end of thunderstorms, just like how you'll be my beginning and end. Whenever I feel like the world's going to end, all I have to do is look into your eyes and know that you'll always be there for me. They're not scary; they're the embodiment of you. And I love you, my wise, adorable, smart, caring, kind, funny -aww, wait don't cry."

Jason brought his face closer to yours, kissing away the silver tear tracks that were beginning to make their way down your face.

Sniffling, you asked, "So, my eyes aren't scary?"

"Scary?" Jason scoffed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Scary? My gods, your divine."

[j4keluver]

baby, i'm here to love you

pairing: boyfriend ! jake x girlfriend ! reader genre: established relationship, angst, comfort warnings: reader calling herself stupid, crying authors note: this is for my pookie @luvj4key. i hope i did you justice love </3

jake has always been the best boyfriend - like a golden retriever to your beck and call. his smile radiates through the entire room and his laugh could heal the souls of millions. he has loved you endlessly and never once have you ever doubted it.

so how did you end up yelling at him over not washing the dishes? "jake i asked you to do one thing for me ! and you couldn't even do that," you yell out. whatever those girls said about mercury being in retrograde, were right. it felt like the earth was rotating backwards with finals week around the corner. you have summed up about an average of 3 hours of sleep a day, the rest of the hours hunched over in the library.

it was getting more frustrating with the days going on and jake has been busy with his own school work. you knew jake was busy, either studying for his own finals or gaming with his friends. jake was always a smart guy, being in honors classes and passing them with ease. you. on the other hand, struggle to grasp concepts until they are fully immersed after countless hours of practice.

you had given jake a heads up to ask him to please wash the dishes before coming home. you wanted to cook dinner but you didn't have any clean dishes to use. jake, on the hand, had just got home and decided to take a small nap before doing some cleaning around the house. he sets an alarm and it doesn't ring.

"baby i'm sorry, it was a mistake, i didn't mean to forget," he says as he tries to pull you in for a hug. you shake off his advances and you roll your eyes at him, "it wasn't that hard of a task to do but you still couldn't do it? i've been endlessly studying in the library for finals week because i'm not a genius like you and i don't understand the material ! i keep trying all these practice problems and i keep getting everything wrong and i just wanted one thing to be done. i'm starving all day and i wanted to come home and cook us dinner but none of the dishes are done and.."

your voice breaks with ease and jake's demeanor immediately softens. his tone is so soft that you would miss it, "baby..."

the emotions that you've been holding for however long comes breaking down as tears streamed down your face. jake feels like his heart is chipping away, "oh baby, come here." you take a step forward before jake fully wraps his arms around you, his cologne wafting into your senses. his arms rub soothing circles on your hip as he plants soft kisses into your hair. "hey it's okay, i got you, i got you."

your tears start to slow down as you slowly catch your breathe. jake slowly pulls you to sit on his lap while the sound of your breathing is only heard. jake whispers to you, "what happened baby? tell me."

you only let out a small exhale, "i've just been so stressed with finals and i just can't grasp the content and i feel so stupid. i just don't know how to get these formulas down and i didn't want to bother you because i know you were busy with your own finals. i just didn't want you to become annoyed at me or think i'm stupid."

jake reaches up his hand to cup your cheek and softly caress it with his thumb, "my sweet angel, i can't believe you've been holding all of this in. it's okay to not understand content after studying it, sometimes you just need a little more time for things to click. if it doesn't, you know i'm here to help you always."

he continues on, "you are not stupid because you don't understand something, okay? you are very smart and work very hard and you can never bother me. baby, i'm here to love you."

your eyes soften at his words and the only thing you can say in this moment is a 'thank you.' jake points to his watering eyes, "look baby! you even got me crying." you only softly laugh and give him a kiss which he gladly returns.

"let's order some takeout and we can work on some of your material tomorrow morning? how does that sound?" jake says and you nod. for the first time in weeks, you finally smile.

© belong to j4keluver. do not copy, translate, or repost.

[polly-pocket13]

I told you so

katsuki bakugou x reader

You know Bakugou since the kindergarten.

For a long time, you were really scared of him. Because he had always been so impulsive.

Also, it scared the hell of you that he had always been so mean to Deku, who regularly was bullied by him and his friends. You always feared that he would be mean to you too.

One day, after elementary school, when you went to the playground, Bakugous friends made fun of you because of your Quirk. Your Quirk is to heal other people. 

“This Quirk is so lame and boring. Just like you are lame and boring.” they told you.

You are an emotional person, so you tear up really fast. So it was that day. “Just leave me alone.” you said and sniffed. 

“How ridiculous is the fact that are you crying you. You crying baby.” they said and laughed. You wanted to speak up for yourself, but suddenly, they both got a smack on the back of their head. “Jerks, leave Y/N alone. She has a fantastic quirk. You shouldn't be mean to her, maybe you need her help someday.” Bakugou said and stepped for. 

“Well, you must be right. You are always right, Bakugou” they told him. “Of course I am right, you idiots. Now apologize to her.” he told them. 

They quickly apologized to you, but you didn't even listen to them. You just stared at Bakugou and tried to understand what happened. He stood up for you, made you a compliment and “forced” them to apologize to you. 

Why is he so nice?

“Do you want to go on an expedition with us?” Bakugou asked you. 

You were still confused about the whole situation, but you nodded because you didn't want to be all by yourself on the playground after they left.

So you went with Bakugou and his friends on an expedition.

After that day, you and Bakugou became friends.

No, to be honest, you weren't just friends, you were best friends. 

You were like glued together since that day. 

If some looked at you the wrong way, he got in a fight.

If some made fun of you, he bullied the hell out of them.

He does it until today.

Nowadays, you are both at the UA. 

Currently, you were sitting outside on a bench on the terrace. 

“Bakugou?” you asked him.

“Yes, Y/N” he answered and looked at you.

“You know, I always asked myself. Why did you help me back then, as your friends were mean to me?” you said and played with your fingers. 

He chuckled. “You still don't understand it?” he asked you then. 

“What should I understand?” you asked him, 

“You don't understand why I am always nice to you, protect you and take care of you?” he replied.

“Jerk, I know why you do it now because we are friends, but I asked you why you did it back then.” you grumbled.

He shook his head. “Little dummy, I do it because I am badly in love with you since the kindergarten” he confessed to you, and you were shocked your eyes were wild open. 

“And I know you are also in love with me.” he said confident.

“I am not.” you protest.

“We are just friends.” you told him. He shook his head again. “No, I see how you get jealous and touchy after I just stand close to another girl.” he said and smirked.

“I never did that.” you said.  This is a lie. You always get jealous, and you both regularly cuddle after a girl was too close to your Bakugou.  But it is just a friend thing, right?

“Yes, you do this, and it is totally fine because I do it too.” he told you.

“Bullshit.” you said. 

“Let me prove it to you, okay?” he asked you. 

“How do you want to prove it to me?” you replied.

He said. “I will kiss you, and when you kiss me back, you like me back and when not I was wrong about the whole thing.”

“Okay, but this will not change something between us. After that, everything will be like it is right now, right?” you asked him.

He nodded.

“Then-” you started, but Bakugous lips were already on your lips. 

It felt like a firework and you quickly kissed him back. It just felt so good and right. You pulled him even closer. 

He smirked against your lips and drifted away from you.

“I to-” he tried to say that he told you so, but know you kissed him, so he shut up.

You would not allow him to assert that he was correct.

This piece of shit, you thought to yourself and moved to his lap to be closer to him.

[funnyjb]

Mama

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It’s Friday night and instead of going out with friends like you usually do on Friday nights, you were at home taking care of your new bundle of joy. Emma came into yours and Joes lives just about last week. April 8 at 6:21pm was when Emma was born. Joe and yourself couldn’t be more happier to have her in your lives.

Joe is such an amazing father. You would walk into her nursery and see him leaning over her baby basket.

You were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You were exhausted. Getting up in the middle of the night every single night, feeding her 24/7, taking care of her when she cries, and not getting any sleep wasn’t helping. You were in your pjs putting on your moisturizer when Joe walked in. He looked tired too. He just put down emma for the second time and was ready to get to bed. He could tell you were a little off because you didn’t get any sleep.

“Hey.”- joe

You looked up at him through the mirror

“Hey, is she asleep?”- you

“Yeah, finally.”- joe

He walked over to the sink next to you and started turning on the sink.

“Are you ok? I know it’s been a crazy week.”- joe

“I’m fine Joe. Everything is fine.”- you

The truth was everything isn’t really fine. You loved emma and Joe, but postpartum is hitting you hard. You are so tired, you don’t feel right in your own body, and as said before no sleep doesn’t help.

“No it isn’t y/n, I can tell.”- joe

“Joe, seriously I’m not in the mood right now.”- you

You closed your skincare bottles, wiped your hands on the towel and headed out the bathroom.

Joe was a little mad that you weren’t saying what you needed to say but he understood. He knows you don’t really like talking about your feelings and he knows to give you some space when you need some. After he was done in the bathroom which was a couple minutes later and he came out into the bedroom where you were. You were folding some clothes and putting them on the chair next to his side of the bed.

“Y/n, you need to tell me what’s going on. I know something is up. I know that you are tired, but I want to make sure you are ok. I love you and I want to know what is going on in my wife’s mind.”- Joe said calmly

“You what to know what is going one Joe?”- you said turning around with an unfolded onesie in your hands

“Yeah, I do.”- Joe

“Alright, here let me tell you. I am tired, Joe. So dang tired. I’ve been woken up probably four-hundred times this past week because emma is crying or she is hungry. And you have been such a big help and I am so, so, so grateful, but I am so dam tired. I don’t feel like myself. My body has changed for a good reason, but I don’t feel right. I’ve been feeding her 24/7 and my body hurts. And no sleep isn’t helping. So there you go, Joe. Is that what you were looking for?”- you

It stayed silent for a minute.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry it’s been hard on you. I know taking care of a baby is a lot of work especially for a mother, but you are a great mama to our beautiful baby sleeping in the other room. You are so strong, y/n. You are beautiful. In my eyes you are beautiful. You are the only gorgeous, beautiful, strong, and amazing loving girl I know.”- joe

He walked up to you. Joe put his hands on the side of your face.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so much it hurts. And our baby is the luckiest baby in the world, you know why?”- joe

“Why?”- you laugh

“Because she gets to call you her mom.”- Joe

Your eyes started to get teary.

“Everything is going to be ok.”- joe

He pulled you into him and kissed your forehead then your lips. You wrapped your arms around his body and held him tight. Some tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, it’s ok baby.”- Joe

You wiped your tears and smiled

“Thank you, Joe. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and an amazing father to our little girl. She is one lucky baby to be calling you her daddy.”- you smiled

Joe smiled and kissed you.

“Thank you, baby. Ready to go to bed?”- joe

“Yeah.”- you

Joe walked to his side as you walked over to yours. You turned off your lamp and got under the covers. The dark room was quiet. Joe pulled you into him and held you tight.

“I love you, y/n Burrow.”- Joe

“I love you too, Joe burrow.”- you

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(Next morning)

You woke up to the smell of pancakes. You turned over to see Joe, but was no where to be found. Then you turned over to your side table to check the time.

“11:00!”- you

You pulled the cover off you and put your Ugg’s on.

You walked down the stairs as carefully as you could because you were still recovering. As you walked off the last step of the stairs you saw your family and Joes family too.

“Oh, there she is!”- your mom

“Hi!”- you said crossing your arms against your chest

You walked over to your mom and gave her a kiss.

“Hey, sweetie!”- Robin

“Hi!”- you

“All of us just wanted to see how you and the rest of the family were doing!”- Robin

“Aww that’s very sweet, but we are doing good!”- you

“How are you doing though?”- Robin said in kind of a whisper

“I’m doing ok, thank you.”- you said giving her a sweet smile

You then said good morning to your dad and Jimmy. Then came over to Joe.

“Good morning!”- Joe

“Good morning.”- you smiled

He gave you a sweet kiss.

“How are you?”- joe

“I’m good, doing ok!”- you

“How are you?”- you

“I’m good! Just making breakfast for you!”- Joe

“Aww Joe, that’s so sweet, thank you.”- you

“Of course!”- joe

“Hey, where is em?”- you

“Oh, she just went down for her nap.” Should be up soon. - your mom

“Oh, ok.”- you

Just as you spoke the baby monitor turned on. Emma was crying. You could tell it was a hungry cry.

“I will get her.”- Joe

“”It’s ok Joe, I got her. I can tell she is hungry.”-you

“You sure?”- joe

“Yeah, it’s ok baby. I will be back in a few!”- you

“Ok.”- joe

You then stared walking up the stairs and into Emma’s nursery.

“Hey, baby!”- you

You picked her up.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. It’s ok, baby girl.”- you

You the sat down on the rocking chair to feed her. You pulled done your sweater on one of your sides and started feeding her.

“You are so precious.”- you

A few moments pasted by and you were still admiring how pretty she is.

“I love you em. Your father and I love you so much.”- you

You the stared to feel teary

“I’m sorry em. I’m just tired. Even though I slept in very late today. Jeez, why am I so tired?”- you

You chuckle at the exhaustion that is hitting you. You don’t know why though. You slept in so why are you so tired you thought.

You wiped some of your tears so your family wouldn’t see you were crying when you got downstairs. Emma was done feeding so you put her back in her crib and switched off the lights to let her get some more sleep.

You walked down the stairs to find your family sitting in the same place. The monitor was a little more close to them. It looked like they were listening in.

“Hey.”- you

They all looked at you.

Your mom got up and hugged you tight. You were a little confused at first but the you caught on. They were listening in on you in Emma’s room.

“How about we take emma for the day? Give you and Joe some time to relax and rest. How does that sound?”- your mom

You looked at Joe then back at your mom.

“Um, yeah sure.”- you

“Ok, we can pack a bag when she wakes up.”- your mom

You nod your head.

You walked over to Joe

“I’m going to go um… wash up.”- you

“Okay. Your breakfast is done, so it’s here is you want it”- Joe

“Thanks.”- you

You kissed him on the lips and went up.

“Oh honey, how long has she been like that?”- Robin

“She has been off for a bit but she talked to me about everything last night. I just don’t want her feeling this way. It hurts to see her like this.”- joe

“I know sweetie, but that why maybe you need a day just the both of you to yourselves.”- Robin

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“Bye!”- you

You closed the door and went over to the kitchen. You already got dressed for the day. Which was the first time you weren’t in your pjs in over a week. You decided to clean some baby bottles and put them in the dishwasher.

Joe came walking in with his beautiful smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, burrow!” You smiled

“Hey, Mrs Burrow! What are you doing?”- Joe

He then sat down on one of three kitchen stools.

“Well, I’m cleaning. I wanted to get it out of the way.”- You

“Well how about you come relax. You need it, y/n.”- joe smiled

“When I’m finished. I’m almost done!”- you

“Okay.”- Joe

Joe stayed there talking to you about upcoming projects and practices he has going on. It was nice to talk to him that wasn’t all baby related. Even though you love your sweet emma. It has just been a lot this past week and you needed a break from it.

After cleaning you decided to watch a movie with Joe. Both of you decided on Mr and Mrs Smith.

“Want to order something to eat?”- Joe

“Sure!”-you

“How about..”- Joe

“Sushi!”- you

“That’s what I was thinking!”- Joe

“Well, great minds think alike!”- you

He then pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“I love you.”- Joe

“Love you too.”- you

“Ok, let’s order.”- Joe

You laughed and told him what you wanted.

You were so grateful to have such an amazing husband. He is a great father to your beautiful daughter. A new chapter just opened for you and Joe and you couldn’t wait to explore it with the man you love.

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Authors note: HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! This goes out to all the mothers! It’s can be hard sometimes but always remember that people love and care about you!🩷