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horangare · 8 months

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omggg please do a part 2 to the dilf jeonghan fic

tis the season

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x college student!reader

content : smut (mdni u already know)

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

warnings : age gap (late 40’s jeonghan, early 20’s reader), daddy kink (i’m sorry but it’s also like barely there), pet names (princess, baby, good girl, slut, whore, sir), dom & sub dynamics, dumbification, teasing (dirty talk, degradation, praise), mentions of multiple orgasms, fingering, finger sucking, lingerie kink (kinda? i think?), u two want each other so bad, iseul (yeah she’s a warning in this one lol), hannie’s kinda mean but u like it

wc : 3.3K words

note : i was wondering how long it would be before someone requested this. srry it took so long omg i had no idea what i wanted to do w this i literally had like 3 diff ideas

part 1

By now, the Yoon household had become like a second home to you.

Even though it was just Iseul, Jeonghan, and that big maze of a house, it didn’t ever feel like anything was missing. Since Iseul brought you over the first time, things hardly ever changed. You’d still slept in Iseul’s room whenever you slept over (until Jeonghan made one of the guest rooms into a room for you, then the two of you both started having your sleepovers there), you still took a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen or the laundry room, and you still ended up bent over on a new surface somewhere in the house while Jeonghan had his way with you.

It was a comfortable routine. One you were upset would have to abandon for the next three weeks to drag yourself back to your dull little hometown to spend time with your family and a handful of other relatives who’s names you couldn’t remember even if you tried.

“You know you could just come stay with us,” Iseul said offhandedly one day when you mentioned how much you were dreading on returning home. The suggestion hadn’t held that much meaning when Iseul gave it, she already knew just how much you enjoyed coming over, but in that moment she had become your saving grace.

“Really? You mean it?” The girl just nodded, jumping in surprise when you pulled her into a hug and spun her around. “What would I do without you, Iseul?”

“Wow, it’s that bad, huh?” She laughed, patting you on the shoulder once you had placed her back on the ground.

“Oh please, you have no idea.”

You rode in Iseul’s car for the first time the next day. When she asked how you were planning to get there and you mentioned the countless number of times you’ve Ubered back and forth to her house, she nearly started crying and promised to drive you anywhere you wanted from now on. “Do you know how much money that adds up to? No more Ubers!”

So now here you were, in the passengers seat of Iseul’s white Honda Accord, gripping onto the handle above the door as Iseul sped down the roads with the most stoic look on her face you think you’ve ever seen. The Ubers may have been expensive, but at least they were safe. It confused you a little; you had ridden in the car with Jeonghan at the wheel before and never had an experience like this. Clearly Iseul hadn’t inherited those skills from him, but right now you were wishing she had.

“Are you alright?” She looked over at you when the car finally came to a stop at a red light. You nodded, one of your hands flat against your chest as you felt your heart threatening to beat right out of your ribcage. Iseul smiled, either ignoring the panic you were trying to hide or not picking up on it at all as she sped off as soon as the light had turned green. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, there’s way too much traffic right now and—shit!” The car lurched to a halt, both you and Iseul’s bodies jerking forward with the sheer force of the stop. “Oops, I almost hit the curb.”

You really needed your own car.

After spending the next eight minutes in Iseul’s death trap car, you pretty much threw yourself out of the seat when you saw that she was pulling into the garage to the side of the house. You considered kissing the ground, but you didn’t. Your sister was a worse driver.

“Dad, we’re home,” Iseul shouted into the warm interior of the house. There was no immediate verbal response from Jeonghan, he just snaked his way through the hallways of the space with a mug in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Hi, Seulie,” He hummed, letting his eyes wander over to you. “Hello, [Y/n].”

“Hi, Mr. Yoon.”

“How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?” Jeonghan had already started retreating back to the living room, you and Iseul followed, seating yourselves next to each other on the couch.

“It was fine. The traffic wasn’t so bad, everyone’s probably going to the airport.” Iseul hummed. She turned her head in your direction. “Dad’s happy you’re staying over. He pretends like he’s calm about it, but he giggled when I called him and told him earlier.”

Your body flushed with heat at your friend’s casual comment, your eyes flitting over to Jeonghan, who was staring down into his mug. The two of you haven’t gotten to spend much time together for a while since you were usually coming over to spend time with Iseul lately. He missed you.

“We’ll have the next three weeks to spend together, sir.” You smiled, finally getting him to look back at you. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards—he was expecting to keep that promise, but he wouldn’t say it. He would just expect you to act on it.

And you would.

You hadn’t acted on it.

A week into staying with Iseul and Jeonghan, you had spent almost every waking moment of your time with your friend. Baking cookies, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, going ice skating for the first time in your life (and having Iseul laugh at you until she cried when you ate shit on the ice over and over again), and a plethora of other festive events. You had been having such a good time with her, the promise you made to Jeonghan had let itself slip from your mind. The most the two of you could do was kiss for a few seconds before Iseul came popping up from around a corner or shouting your name to the house in hopes of a response. She was his daughter, and you were her friend, but he was losing his patience. All he wanted was some time to have you all to himself.

Maybe today he would finally get the chance.

Monday morning greeted you with a six am phone call from Iseul, which you answered, your mind and voice still riddled with sleep. “Hello?”

“So sorry to call you so early, but I am totally gonna make it up to you.”

“Iseul, what—”

“Look, I have to finish shopping for presents. I don’t know when I’ll be done, there’s kind of a lot on my list,” She explained, and you thought she was joking. It was just her, you, and Jeonghan. How long could the list possibly be? “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I was. Something else…oh! Maybe spend some time with dad while I’m away. He gets lonely, y’know. Okay, that’s all, bye!” Iseul hung up the phone before you could even process everything she had said, leaving you staring at the device in your hand dumbfounded.

“Okay.” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom (the one connected to your new room, because you were sick and tired of almost pissing yourself because you walked into the study instead) to freshen up.

Finally, you thought. Finally you’d have private time to spend, just you and Jeonghan. The time you spend with Iseul was precious to you, obviously, the girl was your best friend. But if you said the reason you had wanted to come over was just to avoid your family and bond with Iseul, you’d have been lying. You smiled to yourself, wondering what the two of you would do, and you squeezed your thighs together if it would be anything like you had come to finish your midterm project.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and peeked your head out of the bathroom, your body relaxing when you saw Jeonghan standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. You sighed with relief, bending over slightly to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and wiping your mouth.

“Do you and Iseul always wake up so early?” You asked him as he got closer. He shook his head.

“It’s usually just me that’s up at this time.” He mumbled. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Last minute shopping.” You said, finally turning your body to face his. His hands were still behind his back, and Jeonghan smirked when you tried to peek at what he was hiding. “What is that?”

“What, this?” He shrugged. “Oh nothing. Just something I picked up one day. It’s supposed to be your present, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you now, hm?”

You gasped, your heart swelling with the knowledge that Jeonghan had gone out and gotten something for you. Both of his eyebrows shot up at the excitement creeping onto your face and he quickly turned away from you.

“Or maybe I should just wait until Christmas. You wouldn’t mind, would you? I’m sure the presents Seulie got for you will be better than this.” Still smirking, Jeonghan started to walk away but stopped in place when you pulled on his arm.

“No! I’m sorry sir, really am.” You pouted, reaching to try and take the present from Jeonghan, but he easily held it just out of your reach. “Iseul will be gone for a while. It’s…just the two of us.”

Jeonghan groaned at that. He loved his daughter, but he’d gone too long without getting to have you all to himself. Turning back around, Jeonghan placed the gift in your hands. “Alright, princess. Just one condition before you open this.”

“Anything for you, sir.” You but your lip in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the response he would give you. Jeonghan leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You have to do anything I say, got that?” You exhaled shakily, but you still nodded, and Jeonghan cupped your face, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He tasted good, sweet, like hot chocolate. That’s probably what he’s been drinking in that mug everyday. When he pulled away, you whined, much to Jeonghan’s delight. “I’m not going anywhere. Go on, open your present.”

You smiled, giving your full attention to the neatly wrapped box in your hands, gently untying the silver ribbon holding it together and lifting the top of the box up. You gasped. Lingerie. Jeonghan got you lingerie. “S-sir, I…”

“Put it on for me. Right here.”

Stunned into silence by his abrupt request, your clothing was thrown to the ground with haste. Jeonghan watched you the entire time from his seat on the edge of your bed, drinking in the way you would fidget and avoid making eye contact with him. Yeah, you were a little nervous. He’s never asked you to strip for him, usually he would just rip off your clothes to avoid wasting any time. He really seemed to be enjoying the fact that Iseul was away.

“It’s pretty, sir.” You whispered, tracing your fingers over the delicate lace now adorning your skin. It was white with pale pink detailing, and the bra piece had mesh slips that went all the way around your upper body. The bottom piece was a thong with a slit at the crotch. Oh, and one more tiny little detail. It was almost entirely see through. “Did you have to get something with one of these…holes?”

Jeonghan nodded, pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. “Makes things easier,” he said, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of them circling around your wet hole. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to stop the moan that spilled from your lips when he pushed one of them inside you.

There was nothing Jeonghan wanted more than to fuck you senseless right now. He’d been holding himself back for a week. Just the sounds of your moans and the way he had to hold you down just to get you to stop squirming had his cock straining against his pants. The only reason he bothered with foreplay was so you’d take him without a fuss (and because he liked it when you begged him not to stop).

Your head fell back onto Jeonghan’s shoulder at the addition of a second finger, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open while you panted and whined. “F-Feels s’ good, sir. Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, curling his fingers up inside of you to hit that spot that had your head spinning. You’re shaking and sweating and you can’t think straight, the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingers caressing your insides forces any other thoughts out of your head. Just when you think you can’t handle anything else, Jeonghan suddenly pinches your swollen clit, the sensation making you tighten around his fingers as you scream. “Liked that, didn’t you?” He repeated the action, the corners of his lips tilting upwards when your body reacted the same way once again.

“Mmm, yeah, liked it so much, sir. Gonna c-cum, can I?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, the pleasing look on your face doing nothing but making him harder. If he didn’t need to fuck you so bad, he would’ve said no. Seeing as this wasn’t the case, Jeonghan nodded, despite wanting this to last just a little longer.

“Yeah, princess. Go ahead and cum for me.”

His permission was all you needed before you allowed yourself to fall apart on his fingers. You cry out his name over and over until you’re left breathless. Jeonghan continues to finger you until your high has passed, and once it has, he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. “Open,” he says, and you allow your lips to part enough for him to stick them into your mouth.

The taste of yourself on your own tongue and the action itself has you groaning, and you close your lips around his fingers, sucking off every last drop of your release.

“Good girl, sucking my fingers like the whore you are. I almost forgot how much of a slut you are,” This time, Jeonghan groans at your actions, pulling his fingers away. When you finally opened your eyes again, he was already naked. Oh, naked Jeonghan, one of your favorite sights, by far. Leaning forward, you ghosted your hands over the base of his cock, which had the older man moaning. “Fuck, baby, so desperate for my cock aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You fell backwards onto the bed and gazed up into Jeonghan’s eyes, holding onto his arms tightly as the tip of his cock slipped into your aching pussy. It had been long—too long—that you had gone without the satisfying feeling of Jeonghan stretching you apart and filling you to the brim, you almost forgot how good it felt. Jeonghan felt the same, he had long craved the warmth of your insides, how wet you’d get for him so easily, how you so easily obeyed his every order.

He didn’t bother to start off slow, not when he had been waiting so long to finally have you like this. His pace was rough and unforgiving, each thrust seemed deeper than the last, but still you loved every second of it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting his to be as close to you as he could possibly be. “Ah! Yes, right there, sir!” You cried, out as his cock abused your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this? Hm? When I use this tight, cute little pussy of yours?”

You nodded, the words you had planned to say dying at the back of your throat and being replaced by sounds that were a combination of grunts and moans. With one of his hands, Jeonghan held onto your face, trying to get you to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused with lust, and Jeonghan grinned at your fucked-out state.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” He groaned. “So fucking pretty, you can’t even use your words. All you can do is moan like the little cockslut you are, isn’t that right?” Just like he had done before, Jeonghan’s fingers pinched your clit, once again making you cry out with pleasure.

You tried to speak—to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but all you could squeak out were a chorus of high-pitched whines as the man above you pushed you closer to your release. He seemed to get the hint though, with the way your hole clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

“Gonna cum, princess?” You squeaked again. “Aw, I know, baby. Poor sweet thing, can’t even tell me yourself. You don’t need to ask me, since I’m sure you would’ve cum anyway. But go ahead, cum.” His tone was so mean and condescending, and that was exactly that tone that made you cum for a second time.

Not even a moment after you had cum, Jeonghan was following you over the edge, pushing his cum deeper into your pulsating core all while your spent body shuddered beneath him. He shushed you, stroking your hair to get you to become calm and quiet once more before snapping his hips forward again.

“S-sir! I’m still…” Jeonghan shushed you again, never letting up with the fast pace he had set earlier on. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin against skin being one of the only sounds in the room aside from your pornographic moans and the occasional groans or rare grunt from Jeonghan. You were so out of it, you couldn’t even stop the words that came flying out of your mouth. “D-Daddy, please…”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Jeonghan moan so loud.

“It’s alright baby, Daddy’s got you.”

The two of you continued for what felt like hours. Several different positions, a dozen more orgasms, one very long bath, and a two-hour long nap later, you could finally feel your body again. You blinked, looking around the room when Jeonghan opened the door.

“You’re awake,” his smile was gentle. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright, thank you.”

Jeonghan made his way to the bed and knelt down in front of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” The concern was written all over his face, the idea of you being in any sort of pain or discomfort would absolutely break his heart. Now you were the one smiling.

“No, never. If that were the case I would’ve told you, sir,” you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand linger on the side of his face. “I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed quietly, almost as if you were afraid to admit it.

“You’re really gonna act all shy after everything we’ve done today?” He teased you, resting his head on your thighs. “Don’t worry, princess. I love you too.”

Don’t worry princess, I love you too.

You could’ve died right then. Jeonghan’s cheek on your thigh, his breath tickling your skin, reciprocating his love for you. Nothing could be better. Just you, Jeonghan, and—

“Hellooooo? [Y/n]? Dad? I’m home.”

Iseul.

“Iseullllll!” You shouted. Jeonghan pulled himself away despite his reluctance to part from you and stood himself up right as Iseul walked into the room.

She gasped. “Dad? You’re here too? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Seulie.” Jeonghan assured his daughter, his hand on her back as he walked her out of the room. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Nothing happened to the car, right?”

“I drive fine, what do you mean? You’re mean, you know that? [Y/n] never complains about my driving.”

He spared you one last glance, and your heart skipped a beat. It was just like the last time. Except this time, you loved Jeonghan, and he loved you back.

And that was the only thing you could ever want for Christmas.

#yoon jeonghan #svt jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan #jeonghan smut #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut

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nwjn-z · 11 months

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ꕥ﹐ KYLE BROFLOVSKI．﹗﹑

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆What it is like dating Kyle Broflovski headcanons.

warning(s): nsfw, swearing

author’s note: kyle girl till the day i DIE

⎯⎯⎯ ☆

SFW☆

-Kyle is the type of boyfriend that is in love with you and only you this man is so love sick

-Kyle tends to take a more dominant role in the relationship, not necessarily in a sexual way but just in general

-Like he ties your shoelaces for you, grabs things for you that you can’t reach, carries your bag at school for you, follows the sidewalk rule (having him walk next to the road instead of you), and helping you with school work

-he’s also always tidying you up through out the day like wiping your mouth, fixing your hair, and fixing your shirts for you.

-i also feel like he also uses this as an excuse to touch you like he’ll pat the back of your bottoms as if he was dusting something off just to touch your ass

-Kyle is also very possessive and gets VERY jealous

-if he sees you on your phone he’s the type to be like “who are we texting😊”

-he has lots of insecurities that make him think you’re gonna leave him for someone “better”

-he just doesn’t want to lose you :((

-His love languages are acts of service and quality time but he also loves physical touch

-he loves holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, stroking your hair, cuddling in private, and stroking your side while he holds your waist.

-He spoils you absolutely rotten he can’t help it, Kyle is the type of person who shows you he loves you by taking care of you in anyway he can

-ie. buying you whatever snacks you want, giving you massages, cooking for you, driving you wherever you want, and just basically never letting you lift a finger to do anything

-never lets you open any door yourself

-you are passenger princess/prince ALWAYS

-he would literally make all his friends sit in the back if you’re going out with them. always makes sure his baby sits shotgun

NSFW☆

-Kyle is pretty vanilla and doesn’t really have any kinks all he really wants to do is please you

-although…he is a family man at heart and has a HORRIBLE breeding kink, constantly whispering in your ear about how “you’ll make such a good mom” and how “you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant”

-Kyle is also a very making love kind of person, he needs to have feelings before he fucks

-he’s such a giving lover he always puts you first

-on a normal day = sweet and soft sex, when he’s mad or stressed = rough sex

-his favourite positions are missionary and doggystyle

-missionary because he loves being able to see the cute faces you make while he bullies his fat cock into you while holding you like glass <3

-and doggy for when he’s angry or stressed and needs to let off steam by fucking you senseless

-Kyle can get rough in bed and I’m talking ROUGH, like leaving bruises

-hes a pretty strong guy who doesn’t realise his own strength

-LOVES receiving head, it feels so good and you look so cute trying to please him

-imagine Kyle grabbing a fistful of your hair guiding you down his length while saying things like “Fuck yeah baby just like that” and “Making me feel so good baby”

-just seeing you look up at him with the cutest doe eyes through your lashes gets him weak

-he feels so big and important when you go down on him he loves it sm 🫶

#🎬 — nwjn z!#south park #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 1 month

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Introducing: The Sanrio Girlies

So this cute ass idea came to me to make readers based off the Sanrio characters and I kind of just ran with it. It turned into a whole ass little AU. I had so much fun doing this, it’s been a minute since I got lost in creating something for hours. I do have main pairings in my mind for all of them BUT they’re absolutely interchangeable. I can see them all together for different reasons. I have so much LORE about them so feel free to send me asks about this lil universe. I’ll def be posting more about them because they are my babies and I’m proud of them. Tag yourself, I’m Kuromi. (Yes I self inserted)

Kuromi Reader

Trashy Y2K emo princess. Rebellious kook whose parents never agreed with her style or life choices. Hates driving, she was born for the passenger seat. Acts super bitchy but under the surface is a die hard romantic. Has never had a day job. Kind of unhinged, she will slash your tires if you do her wrong. Halloween obsessed. Has an OnlyFans. Reads romance novels in her free time. Spoiled brat. Has a tramp stamp. She’s the friend that says she’s “really not going to get that drunk tonight” but ends up getting dragged out of the party because she’s more wasted than everyone else, trying to fight people twice her size. In my AU she is Rafe’s girl but I could also see her and Jj being together.

My Melody Reader

Cute lil bimbo core baddie. Kook but spends all her time with the pouges. She grew up with rich her grandma who taught her everything about baking, sewing, and being a lady. Shops till she drops. Total empath. She loves doing things and buying things for the people she loves. The sweetest person you’ll ever meet until you mess with someone she cares about. Loves all things pink. Extremely smart despite her outward appearance. Neat and tidy. She thinks she’s responsible but she goes shopping at least twice a week, doesn’t have a job, and party’s every weekend. In my AU she is John B’s girl But I could also see her being with Rafe.

Batz Maru Reader

Total grungy tomboy. Pouge. Super sarcastic. Has a bunch of tiny little tattoos. Loves horror movies. Skates. Plays video games. She has hardcore mommy issues but has a bad ass metal head dad who owns an auto shop where she works. She’s always up to no good. If it’s not spray painting her literal name on shit and skateboarding on private property, it’s getting stoned out of her mind and blasting music so loud the whole neighborhood hears it. She’ll never tell anyone she has pink lingerie under all of that either. Batz is 100% Jj’s girl but I could also see her being with John B.

Keroppi Reader

She’s a multifaceted girlie. She’s a total boho beach bum but even when she’s on the beach she’s studying. Sporty. Played almost every sport in high school and was always the top of her class. Pouge. Total yogi. Going to school to be a veterinarian. Kind of a health nut, watches what she eats all week but let’s lose on the weekends with the girlies. Down to earth lover girl. She’s always there to listen when you need her and gives the best advice. Even if she is a little blunt about it. In my AU she is Pope’s Girl but I could also she her being with John B.

Cinnamon Roll Reader

Coquette soft girl. Shy and quiet until you get to know her. Professional Ballerina. Loves baby blue so much it’s part of her personality at this point. Kook. She grew up spoiled and sheltered so she’s a little clueless sometimes. Definitely has a planner and a strict daily routine. Loves to snack even though her ballet instructor tells her not to. Self care queen. Cry baby. Spends most of her time practicing for recitals and day dreaming. Cinna is kind of a wild card, I couldn’t decide who to pair her with, my first instinct is to make her Rafe’s girl but I could also see her and Jj being a polar opposite couple that balance each other out.

#rafe Cameron x reader #rafe Cameron concepts #outer banks blurb #Jj maybank x reader #jj maybank concept #rafe cameron blurb #pope x reader #Pope Hayward concepts #john b routledge #john b x reader #John b concepts #John b blurb #rafe Cameron #jj maybank #Sanrio!Readers #Sanrio!Girlies #dolly writes

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halfamask · 6 days

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Team 5Ds car driving skill (idk pretend they’re on a road trip or smth so I can talk about non duel runners)

Yusei: 4/10. Surprisingly bad considering how good a duel runner driver he is. The problem is he gets in a vehicle of any sort and immediately wants to go as fast as possible in it, which, in a car, is Terrifying for his passengers. A stickler for safety and seatbelts. He can go the speed limit, he just has to be very conscious of it as he drives. Also his fingers just itch to take it apart and put it back together and Jack and Crow have to physically take him away from his car when he’s alone in the garage.

Jack: 3/10. Awful road rage, the literal worst. Would get out of the car in standstill traffic to scream at others if not held back by Carly and the boys. Like Yusei, immediately gets in and wants to speed but is usually better about not doing it. Hates people eating or drinking in the car bc it’s his baby and he doesn’t want spills. Wants to drive but is the passenger princess if they won’t let him.

Crow: 6/10. Hear me out he’s probably used to driving kids around on his runner and knows how to drive at speeds people other than turbo duelists are comfortable with. Once he hits a back road or open space with few to no other drivers though it’s speeding time. Probably more lax about eating and drinking too. Has spare jackets and a case of waters in the trunk.

Akiza: 5/10. When she’s by herself, a wonderful driver, follows the rules and weaves through traffic beautifully and safety. Checks her mirrors before starting every time and has a special driving playlist, plus always has gum in the glovebox. When with others, gets so in her head about them judging her driving that she doesn’t pay attention to street signs, stoplights, or other cars. It’s agreed that she’ll drive places so she doesn’t need a ride but won’t give rides unless it’s an emergency.

Carly: 9/10. A seasoned driver we see her doing it a lot and she’s used to having other people in the car and driving one as her main form of transport. Is the one that teaches them about insurance and registration. Also had to teach them to drive and demands reparations.

Leo: cannot drive yet but that doesn’t stop him from sitting in the driver’s seat, full of hope, when they have to go somewhere. Has to be picked up by the scruff of his neck like a cat by Jack and tossed to the back with threats of putting him in the trunk.

Luna: cannot drive yet, doesn’t want to, but still relegated to the back seat so she’s mentally counting down the years until Leo to get his license so she can be his passenger princess.

Bonus! Bruno: 9/10. Can drive really well and picked it up really quickly but just never wants to do it. Goes up to a car and immediately gets in the back unless someone wants him to drive. The 5Ds equivalent of the kid who played Nintendo DS games in the backseat of their parents’ cars in the 2000s/early 2010s

#yugioh 5ds #yusei fudo #jack atlas #crow hogan #akiza izinski #leo and luna #yugioh #driving headcannons

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gunwoos · 10 months

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hong woo-jin relationship headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

a/n these r also disorganized and messy but enjoy ! <3

this man is goofy,, but i feel like in the show we mostly saw his unserious side but we also saw how dedicated he was to his friends and he'd be exactly the same if not more dedicated in a relationship

ur his good luck charm. even if ur not super into boxing he just loves that u show up and support him and he definitely fights better (and shows off more) when ur there cheering him on

he's so funny. he's also very loud and extroverted

if ur also loud and extroverted, perfect! he loves dating someone who perfectly matches his energy

if ur more introverted he loves that too,, every introvert needs their extrovert! (and look at how perfect him and gunwoo's dynamic is like)

gun woo would love u. if u weren't already friends with him before u met woo jin, when woo jin introduces u two he thinks you're so sweet and honestly he's just happy that his best friend is happy

u never have to worry about not having anything to talk abt, he's always got something he wants to say even if it's one of the most random things you've ever heard

like he'll talk for hours if no one tells him to shut up

he'd be really good to talk to and have deep convos with as well. like u guys can talk about anything or nothing for hours, serious topics or not

he's very romantic but he's like,, less serious about it? idk does that make sense

like not that he takes it less seriously but he just kinda does "romantic" things without giving it much thought

like he's really cheesy but it's so sweet

his love language is probably physical touch and gift giving

he LOVES when u wear his clothes. especially his jackets

like i said with his love language being physical touch he loves being close to you/touching u.

he's literally a leech

he's always got an arm around ur shoulders or waist, is hugging u

he likes pda tbh. nothing major tho,, he likes to save most of the super touchy feely stuff for when u guys are in private but he loves holding ur hand, having an arm wrapped around u or stealing quick kisses from u

hugs from behind. he loves hugging u in general but he'll literally come up and hug u from behind no matter what ur doing. cooking, cleaning, brushing ur teeth, etc. he'll just come up and wrap his arms around u

if ur shorter and smaller than him especially hell just randomly lift u up in a hug, twirl u around or throw u over his shoulder

he loves cuddling too. like even if u don't go to sleep cuddling, you're gonna wake up with him wrapped around u like a sloth

he loves being the little spoon

he's definitely not a big fan of waking up early

he'll do it if he has to but .. let's be real if he has a choice he's hitting snooze immediately and going back to sleep

if u have to wake up early for work and he's sleeping u literally have to fight for ur life to get out of the embrace he has u wrapped in

u finally manage to peel his arms off of u and get out of bed and he's laying there like 🙁

he's so clingy but it's ok cause he's cute

this man ADORES u. if u guys don't live together yet he's got drawers reserved for u, closet space for u, he'll get u whatever u need to keep at his place for nights that u stay over

i feel like he'd like playfighting. he doesn't take it seriously tho unless ur a boxer too and are roughly the same height as him, cause this man is strong and he doesn't wanna hurt u

like ur over here using all ur strength trying to win and hes not even trying.. he thinks it's so funny

he's ur passenger princess. i feel like he either doesn't have his drivers license or just isn't a big fan of driving

once him and gunwoo get their gold exchanged into money (idk how that stuff works bear with me) he buys u guys a car and makes u drive him everywhere

like u always ask him if he wants to drive since he's literally the one who bought the car and technically it's his and he's like "no 😊" and just happily sits in the passenger seat

he likes watching u drive and being able to control the music (he 100% listens to kpop)

he loves showing u off. like especially when u guys first start dating he'll literally tell everyone he meets so proudly that u two are dating

he lowkey embarrasses u but it's also so sweet so u can't be that mad

he's SO supportive of u in everything that u do and won't judge u whatsoever

he's just boyfriend goals honestly

nsfw under ⬇️

ok now for the good stuff 🤭

he's always up for sex

always.

he's an athlete and has lots of stamina and his sex drive is also just really high i feel like

like compared to gunwoo hes a lot more suggestive ig ?? i cant think of the right word for it

but he's definitely more upfront about it too

u guys r hanging out and ur like "so what do u wanna do?" and he's like "you"

but if ur not up for it he completely forgets abt it tho and wont take offense

this man is obsessed with eating u out. also fingering u like he's just obsessed with pleasing u

it's not that he doesn't care abt his own pleasure but he gets off on pleasing u

he could literally do it for hours too like he just loves how u feel and how u taste and he's happy to keep going for as long as u want

he's really good at it too . his tongue and fingers know all the right places to go and what to do it's just soooo

he also loves when u give him head tho, like this dude is in absolute heaven. he'd rarely ask u for head i feel like, but if u suggest it or ask if u can he's just like "hell yeah"

he worships u. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky like

ur everything to him and he wants to show u that in every way that he can

he's honestly just obsessed with u and ur touch / touching u

it's big. but let's be real we knew that already

like the first time u guys did it, he whipped it out and ur just kinda like 😯

like gunwoo he's also really gentle and i don't think he'd be into anything super rough

he will manhandle u (gently) if ur into that 🙏

he's def kinkier than gunwoo too like i don't see him being into anything super weird but he'd be down to try a lot of stuff

likes when u scrape ur nails down his back and likes getting his hair pulled. not too aggressively but like,,

this man probably has handcuffs .

will not be elaborating more on that (let's unpack that another day)

he's a boob man bc i said so.

he's definitely playful during it too and doesn't mind joking around/laughing while u guys mess around

sorry this section is kinda short but im working on a fic for him that i'll be posting later this week and wanted to save some ideas for that! 🫶

#bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds kdrama #hong woo jin #hong woo jin x reader #hong woojin x reader #hong woojin #bloodhounds fanfic #headcanons

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weird-bookworm · 5 months

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7:48 ᴘᴍ

warning! beaches and water and one mention of going underwater? it this triggering? idk but i'm putting it here just in case !!

this trip was not planned.

you are sitting in your car, sipping coffee and driving to the nearest beach, while wonwoo sits in the passenger seat ("you be the passenger princess today, i feel like driving"), almost half asleep. both of you had stayed up until late last night, packing for an overnight trip for the weekend.

the idea literally came out of nowhere, but it just sounded so perfect you knew you had to convince wonwoo. the simp that he is though, he agreed without any resistance, and the two of you started packing.

you check your phone for the directions once you hear the telltale deep snores of your boyfriend, just to see there was a three hour drive still left. you groan and wonder why you chose to drive, but one look at wonwoo's face makes you straighten up and continue on.

"ready for the beach?"

wonwoo is already wearing swin trunks and a loose hawaii patterned shirt ("wonwoo, i love you, but please don't take that thing, it's embarrassing" "all the more reason to take it then!") and has a bag full of things you might need a the beach.

"yeah, just gimme a second," you pick up another, smaller bag, with things like sunscreen and sunglasses, and hook your arm around wonwoo's, "let's go."

the beach is not too crowded, but there is just enough life around for the day to be fun. wonwoo first focuses on setting up a parasol and laying down the towels beneath it, as you take off your t-shirt and shorts for your swimsuit underneath.

then, as you excitedly wait for him to finish his task, he takes out a book and sits on his towel. to read. oh, hell no.

five minutes and lots of pouting later, you manage to get rid of wonwoo's shirt (you might have kissed him enough to distract him and then just. pulled off the shirt, but that is for him to know and for us to never find out).

of course while he (half heartedly) complains about you being unfair, you take time to admire his body— you admit it, you are shameless, but also, he's literally your boyfriend, you have every right to ogle him whenever and wherever.

he catches you in the act and smirks knowingly at your red cheeks at being caught, but you thank the gods because he says nothing about it. you apply sunscreen on his back (while, yet again, enjoying the muscles rippling below your palms) thoroughly, and then you are ready to go.

you have fun in the water, splashing water at each other and running straight into oncoming waves. for someone who wanted to read on a beach instead of enjoying the summer day, wonwoo is a really good swimmer. he easily submerges in the water (which makes you wonder how well he's holding up without his glasses) to scare you and stands like a rock when you try to shove him inside.

you don't know if you find it sexy or annoying.

after about three hours of fun, the two of you decide to get out of the water and spend time together on the soft sand. the sun is setting, leaving a warm glow all around, and the beach has almost descended into a comfortable silence.

it's romantic, despite the salty water clinging to your clothes and the rigorous hair washing that you know is waiting for you back at the hotel.

but for now, you only have eyes for wonwoo (who has already wiped himself and is sitting down to continue reading— this man) and the adorable smile that lights up his face.

@blue-jisungs this is for you <;33

#and yet again #fuck the tags #how tf do u even tag like????#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #svt #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #shirtless wonwoo #svt wonwoo #sky writes!!

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Who's there?

Part 2

Pairing: Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie takes you on a mini vacation to a cabin in the middle of the woods. Where the two of you can enjoy your time alone together and try something new.

Warnings: kinda dark, knife play (no actual cutting involved), unprotected sex, role-playing, everything here is consensual. Established relationship. Cat & mouse. Breeding kink? Pussy slapping, Restraints CNC DUBCON

Today was the day you and Eddie would be heading out to the little cabin you both rented for two weeks. Two amazing long weeks of just the two of you being alone together. You never really got much alone time with work and family, friends taking up most of your time. When you and Eddie did get alone time, you usually had to keep quiet while he fucked you with his hand over your mouth. While Steve and Robin were in the next room arguing about who's the better Spice girl.

This time, though, you and Eddie have a house all to yourselves where you can be as loud as you like. Eddie had called you and told you to get the bags you guys had already packed ready. He would be picking you up straight right when he's getting off from work.

A few moments later, you hear his horn honk, and you run towards the van and literally jump inside of it. Eddie laughed at you when you got in the van throwing the bags in the back seat.

"Well, someone is ready to leave," He said with a laugh.

"Yes, let's go now. Please, I'm ready to get out of here." Clapping your hands in excitement.

"Don't have to tell me twice, princess," Eddie then backs out of your driveway and practically high tales it out of Hawkins.

Around 2 hours later, you pull up and drive down a long driveway surrounded by trees to an older cabin. The cabin was surrounded by greenery with a lake and peer in the back. Eddie puts his hand on your leg and shakes it, interrupting you in your daze.

"Hey, come on, help me get this stuff in so we can get settled." He leans over and kisses you.

Blushing slightly, you hop out of the passenger side and run to help grab bags, bringing them into the house. Once you're done bringing everything inside and putting it away, you take in your surroundings. The inside was nothing but wall to floor windows and shabby curtains. You can tell the owners kept up with the place since it didn't look run down at all. The windows, though, made you nervous, especially since there were so many of them. What if someone is watching you? Shaking your head to forget that thought and ease your mind. We're surrounded by trees and nothing else. No one else is out there you reassured yourself.

Jumping slightly when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle. "Hey, you okay?" Eddie asked, confused. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a long ride. You lied to him. Nodding his head, he goes in for a neck kiss and squeezes you tighter to him. "Let's get started on dinner. I'm starving, " Eddie said as he let go of you walking into the kitchen. You follow him, and you both start preparing dinner. You loved cooking with Eddie, both of you dancing around and giggling together.

Once dinner was done cooking and you both sat at the dining room table eating, Eddie leaned over and whispered in your ear, "I can't wait to have you screaming later." He leaned back over and continued eating like he didn't just making your heart flutter. After dinner was done and you both cleaned up, Eddie kept true to his word. He had you laying on the edge of the bed with your thighs pressed down on your chest. He's standing in front of you pumping his hard cock at a vigorous pace inside of you.

That's how it was for almost your entire trip. Both of you laughing and giggling with one another or Eddie making you cry on his cock. He was right he would have you screaming, and no one would ever hear you. You loved being loud and not having to worry about anyone hearing you. Eddie didn't care if anyone heard you, but he knew you were shy about that stuff. With your vacation coming to a close with just a few more days left, and you really don't want to go home. You want to stay here forever with Eddie in bliss.

Your mind keeps thinking about what you and Eddie talked about just a month ago. He had wanted to try some role-playing, but you never could get a chance alone to try it out. He even went as far as to come up with a safe word for you in case you needed it. You both decided on the word "orange" as your safe word. Now that you remember this conversation, you wonder why he hasn't even mentioned it yet.

Maybe he wasn't into it anymore, but you definitely were. The thought of having Eddie chase you around until he catches you and taking you right there and then. You press your thighs together, sitting on the couch waiting for Eddie to get out of the shower. He comes out a few more minutes later, with a towel hanging low on his hips. Making you stop breathing for a moment. He truly was so beautiful to look at with his lean abs and happy trail.

"Hey baby, I gotta into town to pick up some stuff from the store," He told you, rubbing a towel in his hair and walking back into your room.

"Okay, don't be long," you yell out to him.

You want to bring up the conversation you both had about the role play stuff, hoping he'd want to do it on your last few nights here. You figured you would talk to him about it when he comes back from the store.

After Eddie left, you were starting to get a little scared being all alone. You were surrounded by open windows and trees. Eddie had left about 10 minutes ago, and the sun has already set in that short amount of time. You try to at least close the curtains to help ease your nerves, but they won't budge. That's when the phone on the wall rings. Strange that phone hasn't rang once since you've been here. Maybe Eddie's phone died, and he's calling you to let you know he's on his way back. Picking it up, you answer with a "hello," but the other end was quiet.

Hanging up, you got to put on a movie, but the phone rings again. You pause for a moment and look around the room. You answer again with a soft "hello." Someone else on the other end finally responds.

"HI, What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone" they asked you in a deep voice.

"I'm not alone by boyfriend is here." You lie trying not to sound scared. You were hoping Eddie was just messing with you, but after hearing that voice, you know this isn't Eddie.

"Really? Tell me something. If your boyfriend is there, then where is his van at sweetie?" You hear them snicker into the other line.

Hanging up quickly, you got to lock all the doors in the cabin and wait for Eddie to get back. the phone begins to ring again, and you pick it up and slam it back down onto the receiver. You're shaking and crying. You go to grab your phone and call Eddie, but notice it's not where you left it. Looking everywhere, you go into the master bedroom and see if maybe you left it on the charger, and no, it's not there either.

A loud bang comes from the living room, and you hesitantly go check it out. Calling Eddie's name out there is only silence. That's when you see the front door wide open, and you run quickly to lock it up again. Backing away, you hurry to go find a weapon, and that's when you see him. He's standing right in the hallway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen. He's wearing a ghostly white mask with exaggerated features and a long black cape with combat boots. You back away slowly with tears running down your face.

Trying to make a run for it, but he's faster than you. Before you can open the door, he's behind you, slamming it closed, caging you in. You fight and push him out of the way, running down the hall and looking for a place to hide. He's on your tale running after you and slams into your back, grabbing you. Thrashing violently, you manage to get out of his grip running for your life again.

Finding your bedroom, you run in and lock the door and hide under the bed. Covering your mouth with your shaking hands trying to be as quiet as you could. You hear him slamming into the door to get in but eventually gives up. You wait and wait until you don't hear any more noise. Hoping whoever this is was is just playing a prank and left. You get out from under the bed and walk quietly to the door. You open it up gently and take a peak out of the crack. You don't see them anywhere and don't hear anyone. Where the fuck is Eddie? You think to yourself. What if they hurt him as he was leaving? You start to panick. Walking slowly down the hallway, you don't see him behind you. He's creeping up on you slowly until he once again grabs you.

He wraps his arms around yours so you can't thrash around. He makes his way to your bedroom and slams you down on the bed, straddling your waist. He takes a large gloved hand and holds down your wrists. With his other hand, he pulls out a buck knife and slowly drags it smoothly from your mouth to your neck.

"Please let me go, and I won't tell anyone, I swear," you crying hysterically.

He shakes his head no and puts the knife down, taking out two zip ties. He wraps them around your wrists tightly and picks his knife back up. Your eyes go wide when he brings it back to your neck and drags it down slowly to your chest. You close your eyes tightly, getting prepared for the worst he's about to do.

He brings it back up and cuts the straps to your dress. He yanks the fabric down your legs, throwing it to the floor. He notices you're not wearing a bra, and you can hear him groan at your naked tits. Nipples are coming to a peak from the cold air they are exposed to. He moves the knife down and cuts your panties off next and discarding the fabric.

You keep begging him to leave and don't do what you know he's planning on doing. "Please, my boyfriend is going to be here soon." You cry out that your voice has become horse.

His shoulders shake like he's laughing at your pathetic attempt to plead with him. He gets off the bed and removes his boots and jeans. He pulls the cape up slightly to reveal his hard thick cock to you. He gives it a few pumps before kneeling back on the bed in between your legs. He removes his gloves and plays with your clit to help get you nice and wet for him.

You bite your lip, and you try to hold in your moans. He notices and slaps your pussy hard making you cry out in pain. He starts rubbing you again and stopping to slap you hard again. He repeats this a few more times until your pussy is aching and dripping wet. He aligns himself at your entrance and thrusts himself in hard, not giving you time to adjust. Throwing his head back he's fucking you so painfully hard. Eventually, you stop trying to hold in your moans and let them out. You begin to cry harder because it's feeling so good. He's pumping into relentlessly, and the sound of your bodies slapping fill the room.

Feeling yourself getting close, and you can tell he is, too. His thrusts are becoming sloppier with ever thrust, and you begin to clench around him. He suddenly pulls out and flips you on your stomach, pulling your ass in the while he takes the side of your face and smashes into the mattress. He positions himself again at your entrance and pushes himself in harshly. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against him hard. Your makeup is now smeared onto the comforter beneath you.

"Please don't come in me, please." You beg him.

"My boyfriend is gonna be so mad if you come in me," you whine out.

You begin to push back into him involuntarily and moan out loudly again. His pace doesn't slow, and you can feel know you're getting closer to coming on his cock. The tightness in your core becomes too much. You try to move your tied wrists to play with your clit. He notices and slaps your ass hard, making you jerk forward. He brings his hand to your clit and rubs it fast. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm takes over your body. You're moaning now is sounding more like whimpers and legs shake. He's still pumping into you and with a few more thrusts he's spilling his ropes of cum inside your pussy. He stays in you for a few more minutes

After he his breathing has calmed, he pushes you off of him roughly. He pulls out and watches his cum drip out your pussy. He takes a bit on his fingers and shoves them into your mouth, making you gag. "I told you not to come in me." You choke out.

Eddie removed his mask and laughs out at you. "Yeah, I know how your boyfriend is gonna be soooo mad at you, huh?" Making you giggle. He rolls you over softly and grabs his knife, cutting the zip ties from your wrists.

Eddie helps you sit up carefully, and he examines your body to check for any marks."Was this okay?" Did you enjoy it and have fun?" Smiling at him and nodding your head quickly.

"I loved it Eddie can we do it again sometime."

"Sure thing, princess. Was there anything specifically you didn't like, though?" He asks you while giving you soft kisses to your lips.

"Well, I didn't really like the phone calls that actually did scare me," you confess to him.

He looks at you confused and quickly changes the subject. "How about a bath, and then we can cuddle." Forgetting what you just said, you race to the bathroom together.

After your bath, you lay in bed wrapped up in Eddie's arms. "Hey, Eddie, why did you give me that look when I told you I didn't like the phone calls."

"Oh, I'm not sure why I did that. Don't worry about it, princess, get some rest." He kisses the top of your head. Both of you drifted off to sleep, but Eddie kept waking up wondering who exactly was on the phone with you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #dom!eddie #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x reader #ghostface!eddie #eddie munson smut #my writing

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1-800-call-ria · 10 months

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ria me and u are like this 🤞another chenle girlie on this app and let me tell u the brain rot for this man is not real like i will never shutup ab him like its 3 am and im thinkinh ab chenle liek he LOVE HAVING U CLOSR 😭😭like alwas has a hand on your thigh when he's driving also does the check the back thing bc he knows yo find it hot also always gives u aux no matter what ATP HE SINGS ALONG TO YOUR SONGS BC OF HOW MUCH HE GIVES U AUX like mark is like : dude can i play music and chenle is like: no yn alr has it 😭😭😭 be fkn fr so whipped also always stops for Starbucks no matter what he has ur order memorized down to the last detail😭💐❤️‍🩹 you have a space in his car w like hairties ur fav lipgloss a blanket makeup remover perfume one of his hoodies and ur fav snack I LOVE CHENLE I COULD TALK AB SO MANY FKN CHENLES IF U LET ME YOU WILL HEAR (more like read but any gays) EVERY SINGLE CHENLE THOUGHT I HAVE also pls lets be moots u seem so nice and cool🙏🙏

BF!Chenle thought #2

Hey Auri! You so get me 😞 the Chenle brainrot is beyond me, it’s like he reaches through my phone and grips onto my brain like his life depends on it. Literally past the point of delulu. AND THESE THOUGHTS?? Chefs kiss

warning: me being past delulu, fluff

You being the passenger princess without ever needing to ask. That’s it, that’s the post…

He’s literally cleared out his glove compartment just to have your stuff in there (he just stuffs everything in the middle console). You’re extra pads/tampons, hair ties, makeup, snacks are almost always in there. It has a decal that says ‘My Baby’ in tiny bold letters. The trunk is pretty much the same with one of your bags that’s filled with ‘Y/N essentials’ including but not limited to one of your (his) jackets, more snacks of yours and even an extra pair of clothes.

No matter who is in the car, you will always have the passenger seat. Chenle has literally kicked out every single member whenever they tried to sit in your seat.

“Jisung, nu-uh”

“Mark Lee. In the back.”

“Move Haechan.”

“Puppy boy…bad dog.” (he hasn’t said this but sooner or later he’s going to)

One time you jokingly said he should put a colorful/shiny decal of your name on your side like he did with the glove compartment. The next time you were in the car, you notice right on the step to get into the car in glittery pink is ‘Princess Y/N’. (He’s absolutely crazy for you)

As for having aux? One time you asked and he’s given it to you ever since. The members now realize he becomes a different man whenever you’re around especially in Chenle’s car. Mark asked once to get aux and he’s never been side-eyed so hard. Man literally hung his head in shame, that’s how mad that side-eye was. It doesn’t matter what music you listen to, he just lets you have it.

I’ve said before and I’ll say again.

CHENLE IS A PHYSICAL TOUCH AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION GIRLY 🗣️🗣️

and in the car he would love having one hand on the wheel, and one on your thigh. (he makes me feral if you haven’t noticed) Multiple times you’ve told him to keep two hands on the wheel, it just makes him want to do it even more.

“Zhong Chenle, hands on the wheel”

“Y/N, no thank you baby”

The Starbucks order?? Nah every single place y’all have ever been, he’s memorized what you’ve gotten (more like written it down in his notes app BUT STILL). He doesn’t even need to turn to you and ask anymore, he already knows what you want. Unless you turn to him and say “I’m gonna order” he’s going to order for you because that’s just how he is. And if they get your order wrong?? The man is waving down the waiter/waitress telling them what they got wrong in your order. It could’ve been you said like extra onions or something and one look at your face and food he already knows. It’s embarrassing yes, but you get free food sometimes, it’s def a win-win.

It general he’s such boyfie material it makes me anxious and sick. I need someone like him frfr

#1-800-call-ria #nct #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #chenle imagines #zhong chenle x reader #nct chenle #chenle x reader #chenle fluff #chenle #nct dream fluff #nct dream

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nycbaby21 · 9 months

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Jamie Drysdale Imagine

Wedding date w/ Jamie

Word count: 2,636

“ Thank you again for doing this Jamie. You are my literal lifesaver,” I exclaim propping my phone between my cheek and shoulder while swiping through the clothing racks trying to find something. I was trying to find something to wear to a wedding this weekend for a friend. “Yeah, no problem Y/n. It’s not like I’m doing anything here,” he says and I can’t help but feel bad for him. After being told he couldn’t play for the rest of the season, I’ve been trying to spend as much time with Jamie while Trevor was gone so he wasn’t lonely. “I’m sorry J,” I whisper wondering if I shouldn’t have even asked him to go. “Hey look no way don’t feel bad okay, and if anything you’re a lifesaver for getting me out of this house,” his words make me feel a little bit better.

“Okay well if you are still sure you are up to going wanna meet around five tomorrow. I know it’s kinda a drive and with traffic we should probably leave a little early,” I say pulling a navy blue dress off the rack. “Yeah, five sounds great. Are you still cool with driving, I mean I would but,” he started and kind of faded out. “Of course J. It’s about time I gave someone else the role of passenger princess right,” I laugh joking about the nickname Trevor gave me. He laughed and even though I couldn’t see it I knew he was blushing. The thought of that brought a smile to my face.

In the time I’ve known the guys I have always known that they were attractive guys, anyone with eyes could tell that. I only started to realize that maybe it was more than just a simple attraction when Jamie got hurt. Seeing him go down like that and not being able to do anything about it nearly killed me. And even though he would never admit it, I know he gets lonely when Trev is away on roadies. So anytime I could either I would go there or pick him up and we’d go back to mine when he needed a change of scenery I did.

After hanging up with him and buying the dress I head home to get everything together for tomorrow. An old friend from high school was getting married and at the time I had a boyfriend for my plus one. Not too long after that, I found out he was going behind my back with who I thought was my best friend. After hours of crying on the couch between Trevor and Jamie, he volunteered to take me. Now thinking back on it, that was the moment I started to see him as more than just a friend. He was the kindest person I had ever met before. He is like sunshine in human form. I couldn’t help but secretly wish for something to happen between us tomorrow night. As I drifted to sleep I thought about only one thing, Jamie.

With one final sweep of the house and making sure I had everything I needed, I checked the hall mirror on my way out and smiled at my reflection. I looked nice. I haven’t been this dressed up in a long time so seeing myself all dolled up, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jamie would agree. I threw my bag in the back seat with my extra clothes seeing as I was just gonna stay with Jamie tonight rather than driving all the way back home.

I waited in the car after texting him that I was there for about five minutes before I got out and went up to the door. Knocking I waited for an answer and never got one. Panic filled my body as I worried if he was hurt or something had happened to him, I tried the doorknob and thankfully it opened with ease. Running as fast as I could with the hells I had on, I searched the house for Jamie. Finally, I found him in his room which looked like a tornado had come through it.

“I never want to hear a word from you again about how my room looks while trying to find an outfit again,” I laugh my nerves finally settling after seeing the raven-haired boy was okay. He snapped his head towards me and his bright blue eyes landed on my face but quickly dropped down looking at my entire body. I blushed at the soft look he had on his face and realizing how long he had been staring he finally met my eyes. “Yeah well, I had no idea what to wear. I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half because I just knew you were going to look so good and I needed to try and match up,” he said like it was the hardest thing he had to ever do.

I stood there for a second trying to figure out if I had heard him right. “And of course I was right, you look absolutely stunning Y/n,” he says softly finally standing up from his spot on his bed. The blush on my cheeks was intensifying and I could feel the warmth spread all throughout my body. Gently shaking my head and meeting him in the middle of his room, I reach up and help him with the undone tie around his neck. Slowly pulling and adjusting the fabric until it lay just right on his chest. I smoothed it down with my hand one final time and finally dared to make eye contact. “Why thank you, Jimmy. I think you look very handsome,” I whisper staying close to him for a few more seconds before finally pulling away. It was like both of us forgot how to breathe and only remembered when we put a little distance between us. I was glad that my face wasn’t the only flushed one in the room. Maybe my feelings weren’t as one-sided as I thought.

The wedding was just plain gorgeous, like a scene straight out of a fairytale. I didn’t want to think about how romantic it was, and how badly I wanted nothing more than to just grab Jamie’s adorable face and kiss it. The whole car ride over I made a pros and cons list of letting him know how I really felt about him. So far the cons were winning. I couldn’t help but notice all these girls, almost supermodel types, staring and smiling at him like he was fair game. And the worst part was that he was fair game, that is unless I can conjure up enough courage to actually do something about it. Looking over at the bar I contemplated grabbing a drink, thinking liquid courage would help. I knew I couldn’t do that because I was driving and if someone got drunk to tell me they had feelings for me I wouldn’t believe them.

Sighing I look out at the dance floor and see it flooded with happy couples laughing and looking at each other all in love and I wanted to cry. Ever since my breakup, I had been having trouble thinking anyone would actually want to be with me. At that moment I decided the cons had won and I was just going to swallow my feelings. There was no way he felt the same way and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship on that. If I wasn’t good enough for a douchebag guy who cheats, how could I be enough for a sweet guy like Jamie? He was just being nice to me and happy to be around someone rather than being alone all the time.

“Do you wanna dance,” Jamie asked snapping me out of my self-deprecating thoughts. My eyes drifted from the dance floor to meet his. “We don’t have to J. I know you agreed to come tonight to be a good friend and save me the embarrassment.” My words made his whole face drop and my stomach with it. He looked so sad and defeated. “Get up,” he said sternly and stood up holding his hand out for me to take. I looked up at him watching his expression turn serious and when I didn’t immediately take his hand he raised an eyebrow at me. Sensing I wasn’t going to win this little staring contest we were having I slowly rose and accepted his hand.

This wasn’t the first time I had held hands with Jamie. When we were in a crowded bar he would reach back and lace our fingers so I wouldn’t get separated from them, that time when he was scared before his surgery and needed something to ground him, or when I was terrified of the movie Trevor insisted on watching last movie night. This time felt different. As he dragged me out onto the dance floor, I couldn’t help but notice the stares from the girls before. A small part of me was happy that it was me out here with him and not them. Finally settling in the back corner of the dance floor he turned facing me. He had just been cleared to take off his sling so he used both of his arms to encircle around my waist pulling me close.

With my arms reaching up and connecting behind his neck, I tried to look everywhere in the room but his eyes. “Would you please look at me,” he whispered. The sad tone of his voice made me feel terrible for being the cause of it. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault I was feeling the way I was, so why was I treating him like it was. When I finally did, his eyes quickly scanned my face before landing on my lips. “I didn’t come here to save you from embarrassment and be a good guy Y/n. My reasoning for coming here was actually totally selfish,” he started and I gave him a questioning look and tried to ask him what he was talking about. He quickly started again,” I agreed to come tonight because I wanted you to see me. Not as your good pal Jimmy, not as the guy you cry to about boys, and especially not the Jamie who you had to babysit after everything that happened.”

“What do you mean J? Of course I see you, how could I not,” I question shaking my head. It’s me this time who doesn’t let him talk launching into my next sentence. “When I look at you I do see my friend, my shoulder to cry on, and the person I kept company all those nights. But do you know what else I see,” I ask him. He shakes his head his blue eyes mixed with fear and hope at the same time. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I say,” The guy who drops everything to make sure I am okay and comfortable in any situation. The guy who can make any shitty day go away just by simply smiling at me. The guy who has become such a huge part of my life in such a short amount of time. I see the guy who I have helplessly fallen for.” After the whole speech and not hearing a response I cautiously open my eyes. This is the first time I can’t tell what his facial expressions mean. His grip on my waist loosens and I take that and his silence as an answer that I read the situation wrong.

With tears filling up my eyes I quickly excuse myself rushing through the crowd of people apologizing for bumping into a few of them. When I finally make it outside I can breathe again. I feel a cold drop hit my hot skin, red from the embarrassment, and turn my gaze to the night sky above me. More raindrops begin to fall and they increase in speed and size. Within seconds it is full-on pouring outside. The drops of rain quickly mix with my tears and I can’t tell them apart. I try and gather myself up enough to get through the car ride home. The door to the venue closing alerts me that I am no longer alone. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Y/n come back inside. It pouring out here and you’re gonna get sick,” he yells over the rain. I turn around hugging myself trying to keep the little body warmth I had against the cold rain. I shake my head and plant myself in that spot. I can see the wheels turning in his head and can’t help but awe at the little pout that he sported. He ripped off his jacket, tossed it on the ground, and rushed out meeting me where I stood. “What are you doing Jamie,” I ask trying to back away from him, but failing as he wraps one hand around my wrist. “Ask me,” he started and then looked over me waiting for something. I stared at him with confusion,” Ask you what Jamie?” He wiped some of the water off his face and said,” Ask me how I look at you.”

I tried to pull away but he just held onto me tighter, but not tight enough to hurt me. “I don’t want to ask you because I’m scared to know the answer.” My words were true. Even if logically it was so clear that he shared my feelings, some broken part of me refused to believe it. “Y/n I look at you and see my person. The one I want to come home to at the end of the day and tell all about it. The person I want to tell all my good news and hold me while I tell you my bad news. The person who I want to care about and appreciate. I see the person who I fell in love with,” he started talking loudly and his voice lowered with each word he said. I stood there soaked from the rain and couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I knew nothing I said could compare to his words so I chose actions over words.

Tugging my wrist from his grasp I throw my arms around his neck pulling his face towards mine until they meet. He wasted no time leaning into the kiss hands sliding down my body just to settle on my waist like they did before. But this time he pulled me closer to where our bodies were smushed together. All the pining and longing feelings pushed the kiss to become so intense and passionate. I let my hands wander up the back of his neck and settle in his wet hair. Running my fingers through it he let out a small sound when I hit a knot. We pulled apart but only enough to rest our foreheads together and catch our breath.

I start laughing and Jamie looks at me with a confused face but with a permanent smile plastered to it. “I cannot believe I just had my first ever romcom moment in real life,” I say running my hands down his neck and up to his cheeks. He laughs with me and leans in to kiss me again. This time it was slow and patient, like he had been with me all this time. The kiss was filled with so much love and I couldn’t help but smile through it. “Man Trevor is gonna give us so much shit for this,” I giggle finally pulling us out of the rain and back onto the patio-covered roof. As Jamie’s thumbs wipe the water off my cheeks he leans down and says,” So worth it,” while pulling me back into a kiss.

#jamie drysdale #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #jamie drysdale imagine #nycbaby21works

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vivwritesfics · 26 days

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two things

first. DANG DUDE you've been grinding out those fics I literally could never (I can barley spell) so proud! gold star ⭐, forehead kiss, and a boop for good measure.

second. I know I'm really late to this but can we do a poll to see how many of us can't drive? because as a legally registered passenger princess I'm curious. do we love motorsports because we like to go vroom real fast, or do we like motorsports because we want to connect with someone who can allow us to fulfill our sit pretty and/or road trip napping dreams. or our need to control music.

Lol I took it a step further bc I'm not technically the passenger princess of the car I get driven around in lol (third friend problems)

#vivi speaks

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ijustreallylikepirates · 3 months

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So my Alenick fanfic kinda blew up a bit so I decided I was going to do a small continuation of it 👍🏻

So this is a little different from the first part. Just to warn yall: there’s a little more making out and swearing, but also subtle smut. Not too much, but if that’s not the kind of thing you read just scroll. Anyways I hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading and ily all!!! <3

So. My first date with Nick.

It was great, there was nothing I would change about it. We went out to dinner at this nice fancy restaurant. Nick paid. It was very expensive but he’s such a gentleman (and a rich kid) that he didn’t complain.

We were talking and laughing all night. Nick even threw a couple of dirty jokes my way and I maybe might have told him one or two myself.

But what blew me away about this night was seeing Nick in that dashing suit and tie he was wearing. I was just wearing a simple t-shirt with a cardigan pulled over it and my nicest pair of jeans I had.

When he first picked me up and I first saw him in that suit, I just froze and thought to myself, ‘Wow, he’s really hot.’

But enough about his suit. (But like the suit…) After dinner, I stupidly asked if he was going to drive me home or if I was gonna have to hoof it home.

He just laughed and said, “Why don’t you come back to my place and we can watch some movies together on my couch?”

I just smirked and said, “Sounds wonderful. Wasn’t really ready to end the night anyways, I was just afraid to ask for more of your time.”

Nick chuckled and opened the passenger side door of his blue ass car for me. “You’ll never take up too much of my time, Passenger Princess. Hop in.”

I sat my old ass on the car seat and he shut the car door, then he rounded around the car and got into the drivers seat. We drove home listening to old hits from the 90s, including old bands like Wham!, R.E.M, and Weezer. And trust me, you do not want to hear Nick when he listens to Say It Ain’t So.

When we got back to his house, he opened the car door for me like I was royalty. I mean, I was the passenger princess wasn’t I?

He unlocked the front door and gestured for me to go in. “Hot old men first.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m literally 4 years older than you. I’m not that old.”

“You’re literally 30, old man,” he said, giggling as I walked through the door. He discreetly shut the door behind us.

I looked around his house. For a rich white man his house wasn’t very extravagant. It’s cozy and warm, which is the kind of house I like. I’m not looking for a rich man anyways. Just someone who will treat me right. Like Nick.

I walked over to his couch. I didn’t even notice he was following me until he came up behind me and slapped my ass.

I jumped and laughed. “Stop! Oh my God!” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, then threw him onto the couch.

The couch creaked loudly and he laughed. I threw myself on top of him and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me harder.

Then I pushed off of him and said, “Let’s actually watch movies like we said we were and not make out again. We can save that for the library bathroom.”

Nick chuckled, then sat up. “You’re a dork.” He grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. “What do you wanna watch?”

I snatched the TV remote out of his hand and said, “Are you sure you want to let me pick the movie?”

Nick gave me a side eye and said, “Whatever you want, sexyback.”

I clicked a couple buttons on the remote and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I put the remote down on the couch, then looked over at Nick.

He was giving me a bored look.

I giggled and said, “What? I told you that you shouldn’t have let me pick the movie.”

Nick just laughed and said, “I’ll make it work.”

Nick stood up and walked behind the couch and opened a door, then disappeared inside the room. He came back out with a blue fleece blanket.

He sat back down next to me on the couch and draped the blanket over our legs. He pulled the ottoman over and pat the spot in front of me with his hand, then propped his feet up. I propped mine up next to his.

I turned my head to him and asked with a smile on my face, “Why are you treating me like royalty?”

He smirked and said, “Because you deserve it, my Prince. Wait, actually…” He blushed a little, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “My King.”

Now I was blushing! I smiled and kissed the top of his head. I turned my head back to the TV and wrapped my arm around his waist.

He turned his head back to the TV as well and laid his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head again and laid my head on top of his.

We sat and watched the movie for a while, up until the part where Harry got to Diagon Alley with Hagrid. I was convinced Nick had fallen asleep for a long time. He had his eyes closed but that theory was immediately debunked when Nick’s eyes shot open, just for him to squeeze my ass, call me sexyback, and go back to watching the movie. I swear, sometimes this man is too much.

A little more into the movie when Harry had arrived at Platform 9 3/4, Nick stared me down until I finally turned my head to look at him. He looked around suspiciously and asked me, “So… wanna make out a little more?”

I blushed and smirked. “Sure, why not British boy?” Before he could say a word, I threw my hands on his neck and shoved my lips onto his.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.

After that long kiss, he pulled away from me. I leaned in for another kiss but he shoved his finger on my lips. “Wait a second.” He turned his body to the side again, then hoisted his leg over my waist and made himself comfortable on my lap, coming face-to-face with me. “Now you can kiss me.”

I smirked and said, “You’re a daredevil.” I put my hands around his waist. “I like that in a man.”

He wrapped his arms around my body as I kissed him. His lips were so warm, his hands so soft as they made their way under my shirt and up my back.

I grabbed his shirt in my hands and kissed him harder. He moved his hand up my back and to my neck, then into my hair.

But he slowly untangled himself from me. He put his hands on my shoulders and smirked before asking me, “So, uh… wanna take this to my bedroom?”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. This man was the Devil himself! I raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Lead me there.”

He winked, then got up off my lap and grabbed my hand. He dragged me up off the couch, then off to the room where he had retrieved the blue fleece blanket from.

As soon as he shoved the door closed, he took me by my shoulders and shoved me against the door, then pressed his lips on mine.

I quickly grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me harder, his hands traveling up my shirt.

We made out at the door for a while, then he brought his hands back to my chest and pulled away from me. He pulled my cardigan off, then the t-shirt under it.

I quickly mirrored his actions and started to unbutton his suit vest. Once I pulled the vest off, I untied his tie and threw it on the ground. He pressed another kiss on my lips as I unbuttoned his white button-down and slipped it off his arms.

As our clothes lay in a heap on the floor, he went to grab at my belt. I pushed him back and asked, “What are we doing?”

He raised his eyebrow, his hand still held out, and asked me, “What do you mean? I thought we were gonna…” He spun his hand around in circles, meaning exactly what you think it means.

I raised my eyebrow back and said, “Yeah, but at the door?”

He laughed, then placed his hands on my waist and said, “We can take this to my bed.” He put his lips up against mine, just barely enough space to let out a shaky breath. “If you want.” As the whisper escaped his mouth, I could feel his hot breath on my chin.

I sneaked a quick kiss from him, then took his arms and wrapped them around my neck. “That would be easier,” I said. “But I’m gonna be the top.” I poked his chest for emphasis.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, sexyback.”

I winked at him, then continued to pick him up off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He quickly did so, and I grabbed him under his thighs to keep him up. I walked over to his bed and threw him down on the mattress. Then I quickly hopped on the bed, right on top of him.

He stared at me with a sly grin on his face. I gave him one back. We both grabbed at each other’s belts at the same time and well… things went on from there.

As I woke up the next morning in Nick’s bed, I looked over to my right and saw he wasn’t there next to me. I looked to the front and saw the bedroom door wide open, the smell of bacon wafting through my nose. He must be making us breakfast. What a gentleman.

I looked over to my left and saw he had left me a clean folded white towel on the nightstand next to me. I smiled, then took the towel and got out of his bed.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, just in case Nick decided he wanted to stare at me through the door. Sneaky Brit.

I walked across the room and quietly opened the bathroom door in his bedroom. I snuck inside and closed it just as quietly as I had opened it.

I turned his shower on, took off my glasses, and put my hair down, then hopped in.

As I cleansed myself of what we, uh… did… last night, I could hear Nick belting out Billy Joel in the kitchen…

And he could not sing!

But I knew this song…

So I started singing the lyrics along with Nick. “Sing us a song, you’re the piano man / sing us a song tonight / we’ll, we’re all in the mood for a melody / and you’ve got us feelin’ alright”

Nick paused in the kitchen. I paused mid way through shampooing my hair as he switched the music off.

I heard his footsteps and then: “Am I really that bad of a singer?”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t quit your day job.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I get to spend many hours of my day with you when I’m at work.”

I didn’t say anything back, I just blushed.

I heard the floorboards creak as he started walking back to the kitchen. “You have really nice voice.”

I couldn’t say anything before he walked away.

I just finished my shower, blushing wildly. Once I got out, I quickly started to get dressed.

Nick had turned the music back on and the song Movin’ Out was now playing. I hummed along with the music as I pulled on my pair of jeans that I wore last night back on. I didn’t have any other pants, I guess I’ll just put a different pair on when I get home later.

As I strapped my belt through the belt loops, my phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. I picked it up and I saw a text from Nick: ‘Don’t leave the bathroom. My girlfriend just got home. Be really quiet and don’t respond to this text.’

My heart started to race. He told me he didn’t love his girlfriend anymore. He failed to mention he didn’t ever break up with her.

As I stopped my humming, I heard Nick in the other room talking to a woman: his not-so-ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

As his girlfriend walked into the bedroom, I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing and stood as far away from the bathroom door as I could go.

Silence. Then: “Nick!”

Nick came into the room. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind telling me what this is?” she asked him in an angered tone.

Uh oh. I don’t recall leaving anything behind that could’ve given away the fact that Nick was cheating on her. Right?

“What do you mean?” Nick had that tone in his voice that obviously meant he knew what she meant.

“Why did I happen to find a lock of brown hair on your bed? Your hair is blonde and so is mine! Whose hair is this?”

My hair! Of course a piece of my hair had to fall out onto the bed!

“I…uh…” Nick started.

“Yes!? What girl did you sleep with while I was gone?”

“Hey, it wasn’t even a girl, okay!?” Nick shouted.

Nice move, Nick. I almost smacked my forehead, but then remembered I couldn’t make any sound.

It must feel great to find out your boyfriend tried out men while you were gone. ‘Surprise, I’m gay now!’ Love it.

“It’s a guy,” Nick said, as if it wasn’t obvious.

A beat.

“Why did you do it, Nick?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry I kept that from you for so long. This wouldn’t have happened.”

More silence.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that earlier?” she asked. “I would’ve understood.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I do understand. We can… end our relationship if that’s what you want.”

A small silence, then from Nick: “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

I took my hand off my mouth slowly.

Then, Nick said, “He’s actually still in the bathroom right now! Wanna meet him?”

Fuck!

I might have to kick Nick’s ass when I get out of this bathroom.

“Sure?” Nick’s now-ex-girlfriend said skeptically.

I stayed silent in my position.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. “Alec, you can come out now,” Nick said softly. He sounded a little seductive but maybe that’s just my Nick-infused brain working overtime.

I sighed, then said, “Hold on.”

If I was to go out and meet Nick’s ex, I definitely wanted to do it with a shirt on. I slipped on my t-shirt and cardigan, then squeezed out my hair with the towel and tied it into ponytail. I cleaned my glasses before propping them up on my nose. Then I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Standing there next to Nick was a blind woman in a white casual business suit. Her face was dotted with freckles.

I awkwardly waved and stood in the doorway. Then Nick walked forward and grabbed my arm, then pulled me into the bedroom to stand next to him.

“Alec, this is Lennie.” Nick gestured to his ex. “Lennie, this is Alec.”

I waved again, and she waved back.

An awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

“So I guess you’ll want me to move out now,” Lennie said, crossing her arms.

Nick’s face washed over with panic. “What!? No! You bought the house. You should have it! I’ll find somewhere else to live!”

I looked from Lennie, to Nick, then back to Lennie. “Yeah, he can live with me in my house!”

Nick blushed but Lennie said, “No, I’ll move out. I wanted to get a different house anyway. Now I have a reason for a new house.”

Without another word, she left the bedroom.

Nick and me just stood in silence. Then Nick said, “So the house is gonna be pretty empty without Lennie around-“

“You want me to move in, don’t you?”

Nick laughed. “Maybe. If you want.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sure. I need some company anyway.”

Later on, Nick drove me home.

Once Lennie moved bought a new house and moved out, I packed my bags and moved in. It was gonna be a… different experience living in the same house as Nick but hey! I know the experiences we do share will be great!

Anyways I hope yall enjoyed this!! Again, if this wasn’t your type of thing, don’t come at me please 🙏🏻 anyways ily all, have a good day and love alenick 🔥🔥🔥

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zipperzoo · 2 years

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FIGHT TO MAKE IT UP

The Batman (2022) bruce wayne x f!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Fanfic Masterlist / AO3 / Playlist

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crime Family, Thriller, Nior, Heist, Action, Comedy, Crime.

Prologue

Chapter one:

What goes through cities and fields, but never moves?

Swerving the car, turning around the bendy corners in Gotham onto the busy free-way. Sausages gripped his chair as Y/N went full speed. Her entire weight fell on that pedal. The dead body in the back seat, getting blood all over the new seating, bounced like a child excited for a field trip. In fact it’s giving the interior an entire new paint job. It was like a scene from a 70’s graphic anime where the body was a spray paint can and the mouth was a valve. Sausages just stared, memorized in a weird way.

“You kidnapped Bruce Wayne?!” She yelled making a sharp left, an attempt to avoid oncoming traffic. Sausages went flying across the car and fell into the arms of the dead passenger. Letting out a dry heave, he shoved the face of the man out of his own.

Struggling to sit upright, Sausages clawed for the headrest to get his bearings. “Watch it Princess!”

Trailing the duo were a dozen GCPD vehicles, some of which where stationed at the Wayne Tower expecting to help transport the guide who was cuffed to a suitcase for extra measure. Little did they expect that two complete idiots would ruin all their plans.

“Sausages! Why is Bruce Wayne in the trunk of my car!” She screamed over the loud sirens behind her.

“Our car! And I thought- once we hand Penguin what he wanted- we could cash Bruce Wayne in for ransom!”

“You what?!”

“Someone is gonna pay a pretty penny for-”

“You fucking idiot, you fucking- fuck fuck- He has no family, who would pay for his ransom? His fairy godmother?”

Speeding onto the free-way she realized her mistake. She went up the wrong road- she was face to face quite literally with the late evening rush.

Desperately spinning the wheel, weaving and threading between the cars while being welcomed by the loud horns of the aggravated drivers.

While driving like a manic drunk driver, a bump in the road resulted in the radio spontaneously playing Sausages's playlist. Bye Bye Bye by the band NSYNC had been the song that was shuffled. Y/N snapped her eyes away from the road to look at the radio. Of course he made a playlist for the getaway drive. Of fucking course it had cheesy pop music on it.

Y/N was beginning to believe this was a sign from a all powerful entity- anyone that being friends with Sausages and taking the odd job with him was perhaps the worst fucking idea. Gripping the steering wheel- digging her nails in making it an extra limb, struggling to block out all distractions to focus on the road.

“You're panicking!” He yelped, being pinned back into his seat from the inertia force.

“I can't help but panic! Especially when Bruce-mother-fucking-Wayne is in the trunk of my car!”

“Our car!” snapped Sausages.

Knocking over traffic cones, making them airborne. Sausage's rush of thrill of being chased let out a loud and charged “WOOO!” Y/N reached her arm around smacking Sausages in the face.

“This isn’t the time to be enjoying yourself!”

She was driving on the wrong side of the road. Lights blaring into her face like rapid shots from paparazzi. The rain blurred everything, making it hard to focus while pixelated lights of harmony became larger in view. The windscreen wipers were not helping at all in fact they were making it all very much worse.

“I know that I can't take no more- It ain't no lie”

She pounded her fist onto the radio, to silence the upbeat pop vibes that were throwing her off the groove of trying to survive. Annoyed and distracted by the tune, she barked “Sausages! Are you fucking serious!” Waving her hand over the radio.

“I want to see you out that door- Baby bye bye bye”

“It's a good song? I don't hear any complaints from Mr Wayne or this guy” he waved the dead guy's arm then dropped it to then have the car’s jagged movements have his hand slap him in the face. He had that coming.

The rapid movements threw around Bruce in the trunk of the car. He awoke in a panic. Surrounded by a red hue and the pitter patters of the rain from outside. Trying to catch his bearings while being thrown around crashing into every sharp edge of the space. Didn't help that he was tied up uncomfortably tight, wrists and ankles bound together. Bruce was also far too tall and large for this tiny room. He took a guess- Judging by the interior, well the feeling of the shape of it, the car was roughly a 1970’s model? Maybe a Cutlass? Hard to tell from inside the trunk.

The sound system at the back wobbled above him, playing some sort of upbeat music he was unfamiliar with. Only able to make out the odd word- something to do with bye?

Coughing, he reached his arms out in the space to get a feel around with his limited movements causing claustrophobia to rumble. Until the vehicle’s incoherent movements threw his head hard against the sharp bag besides him. It was the driver’s grocery shopping. At least Bruce wasn't going to starve to death.

“You just hit me with the truth- Now girl you're more than welcome to”

“Watch out!” Sausages leaped back into the passenger seat beside Y/N, leaving his new friend in the backseat alone, holding the suitcase on his cold lap.

A police car was charging at them straight on. “I can see!” She sang, mocking him. Clever of them to try and chase them both from the front while the others chased behind- boxing them in. They made the mistake of leaving the sides open and Y/N saw the opportunity- she diverged.

Cutting across the entire free-way making a hazardous path to the layby. Stressing to get off the road to anywhere nearby. she held her breath, turned the wheel to a sharp left. Sausages gripped onto the dashboard with all the will of a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time, trying to keep his composure.

That swift move had lost them from the sight of the GCPD for now, but they still needed to get somewhere to hide. Somewhere to reflect on what to do with the dead man, the suitcase and Bruce Wayne.

A loud thud came from the back of the car. Sausages turned around and saw that the dead guy was lying seductively. It was poetic how he could fall into that position from a sharp turn. The sound actually came from Bruce who bumped his head, His eyes saw static for a brief moment. The shopping bag full of Y/N weekly grocery shopping had emptied. A whole uncooked ham had wacked Bruce right in the shin.

“And now I really come to see- That life would be much better once you're gone”

Rubbing where he had been hit, he looked back on how he knew how to get out of this mess. When he was younger Alfred had prepared him for any case of a kidnapping. It was a frequent threat, with him being a Wayne and all. This was going to be a piece of cake.

Look inside the trunk for the release lever, It glows in the dark. Alfred’s voice ran through his mind. Crystal clear. He felt around, with his wrists tied it made it hard, but in conclusion his results were that this old beat up car didn't have a release lever.

Screeching from the rubber screaming against the tar roads made all noise around Y/N white noise. Driving full speed into a field, kicking up dirt alongside the car. Almost slightly missing some pedestrians who were dressed in a rather camp way. She was far too busy with getting as far away as possible from central Gotham- more notably Wayne Tower. Running away from what happened in that room.

Running away from hurting that old man, from shooting him and leaving him to bleed out there on the floor. Her grandfather came to mind instantly, he taught her how to drive. “Little mouse, You're in the wrong lane.” She choked back a sob as the memory flashed before her eyes. His voice is as gravely as ever.

The red glow, being his only source of light in the trunk, triggered Bruce to recall Alfred’s voice once again. “The red light is the tail light, if it's an old model it’ll just pop right off with a good kick.” Bruce tried to get into a good position to kick the light out. First he had to rip the protective cover off which was proving to be difficult with the car now driving along a bumpy and uneven grounding.

“I'm giving up I know for sure- I don't' want to be the reason for your love no more”

Zoning out of reality, and out of focus, everything was speeding by, flashing lights and colours zoomed past as the only thing that was in focus was her hands on the wheel. Her grandfather looked a lot like that old man back at the tower, but her old man was more tired. That old man at the tower was kept together, well mannered and composed.

Sausages had said something- she didn't catch it, turning her head to face him suddenly everything came crystal clear. The panic on his face. He reached over and cupped her face, turning it to the direction of the road to then have her face blanketed in fluorescent lights.

She was driving dead straight into a circus. Those weird people she almost hit were a part of a show. Her eyes widened as she struggled to steer away. Sausages jumped to help with the wheel.

“Didn’t you hear me?!”

“No! I was too busy driving to your stupid playlist!” She reached up her leg and kicked the radio. It switched over from playing NSYNC to Uptown girl by Billy joel. The opening drum caused Y/N to squeeze her eyes shut briefly and let out a pained sigh.

“As long as anyone with hot blood can- And now she's looking for a downtown man”

“Hey! It's your theme song!” Screamed Sausages in utter panic

“Shut up Sausages!”

One… Two… Three kicks was how much strength it took to kick out the tail light. Sending it flying behind the car, smacking into two clowns behind them straight into the face. Billy Joel’s blaring love song covered the entire endeavour perfectly. It was like an unlicensed music video. Bruce ventured to reposition himself to be able to look out the hole to see but was interrupted as the car was struggling to stay in a straight line. He let out a pained oof when crashing into the roof.

“She'll see I'm not so tough- Just because- I'm in love with an uptown girl”

Sausages and Y/N fought over the wheel as they crashed into several tents. Bright fabrics of red and white covered the windscreen, one or two clowns got hit and flew over the windshield leaving marks of white face paint splattered across it. Y/N swore she heard a clown make a honk sound as its face splat against her window.

A giant poster saying “The Flying Graysons” Smacked the windscreen. Covering their entire view with blazing orange and yellow contrasting with the greens of three performers outfits. Sausages reached out the window and yanked the poster and threw it out of the way.

They twisted and zigzagged away from the circus to a spot in the field. Slowing down and coming to an abrupt stop. The engine still rattled from the race all while Sausages and Y/N stationed in place. Mouths opened agape and eyes large. Panting and shaking.

“Uptown girl- You know I can't afford to buy her pearls”

One swift movement, Sausages turned the radio off letting them just sit there, around the aftermath.

Bursting open the door, Y/N plunged her head out of the door, emptying her stomach all over the grass. The stare of the old man haunting her along with her last interaction with her grandfather. The dead man sat behind her, staring at the back of her head. Sausages look of concern, too many eyes burned into her.

Ripping the gun that was cradled on her hip, to then launch it into the horizon. Out of sight out of mind.

She bent over and chundered once again.

Parked in the middle of a field, Y/N banged her head against the steering wheel. This wasn't part of the plan. This was far from part of the plan. In Between each bonk she reminisced on how she could be merrily handing over the suitcase right now and then tell penguin to go fuck himself. She would be skipping out of the warehouse back home. Pack her bags and before catching her first flight to England with Sausages, she’d have a toast in the Iceberg Lounge. Giving a speech to how shitty Gotham is, to how stupid the idea of Batman is and lastly making penguin jokes.

“Wow there.” Sausages put his hand on her head encouraging her to stop. She complied and rested her head on the steering wheel rolling her head over to him.

“This is your fault.”

“How the fu- why were you in Wayne’s pent house?” He snapped defensively.

“Why would you kidnap Bruce Wayne when we have what we needed!” She challenged him but pointed rather aggressively at their passenger in the backseat.

“Why did you shoot him?” Sausages snapped back, also pointing at their passengers. She groaned, this game of ping pong wasn't getting anywhere. Turning her head away from him and then continued to tap her head on the wheel.

“Stupid stupid stupid!” she uttered.

Sausages sat quietly beside her, stiff as a board with her mood ticking by the second awaiting an eruption. She laid her forehead on the wheel and then whimpered, letting everything rush through like a tsunami. Just as Sausages had predicted.

Bruce’s attempts to break out of the car had failed, but successfully popped the tail light of the back. The peak hole allowed the glared flashing circus lights to perform across his face, and had let him catch ends of a conversation between his captors.

Flicking his head back, trying to get straggling hairs out of his line of sight. It seemed like they were a fair distance from the circus. An entire pathway was carved through it- looked like the parting of the red sea. What a mess.

Placing a hand on her arm, to reassure her Sausages was at a loss on what to do. Normally he would just easily crack a joke but considering how stressed Y/N appeared- he would only make things worse. Her shoulders trembled, it was dawning on her that she actually can’t run or speed drive away from what she did. Desperation to get whatever was in that suitcase. Whatever was in it Sausages kept to himself and Oz.

“What's in the suitcase” she hiccupped

He looked away, uncomfortable with the atmosphere that was arising. The seriousness of it all. “You don’t want to know princess.”

Lifting her head off the steering wheel, staring at him with red shot eyes. “I do. I want to know what it was that we needed to get in exchange for our freedom- to pay off both our debts.” She paused “Tell me it was something worth killing a man and crippling an elderly person for.”

Now that the car was no longer moving, right now was a better time than any to make a move. reaching his arm through the hole where the brake light had been, Bruce made an effort to unlock the trunk from the outside by waving his arm around.

Sausages opened his mouth to speak, but then in his peripheral vision he saw a waving motion in the rear-view mirror. Slamming his lips shut to then shove his head out of the car window to get a good look at the arse of the car.

“Fuck-”

“Fuck?” she repeated, confused, trying to see what he could see. Rubbing her snotty nose along the back of her hand.

Swinging the door wide open, Sausages jumped out instantly slipping on the mud and falling onto his behind, covering all up his back and legs in fresh dirt. Clawing and desperately attempting to get up to make his way to the trunk.

There he stood behind the car, seeing a singular arm extending out of where a tail light should be waving. Like a new organic limb grown out of a retro bright red 1970’s car.

“What is it?” Y/N yelled, poking her head out from the driver’s seat window, concern on her face. Unable to see exactly what Sausage’s was gawping at, she opened her car door and carefully trod out, avoiding the vomit plastered across the mud her side. Making her way around to see what was the commotion.

Bruce finally reached the lock on the outside. With the hole being just big enough for his arm, but his biceps were too big. Circulation was being cut- it was horribly uncomfortable. Grunting as he put pressure on the button, popping open the trunk.

Click.

Slowly arising, in slow motion Bruce saw two pairs of legs come into picture. One pair was covered in dirt.

As the trunk door steadily arose the full image came into view of the man who had held him at gunpoint at the charity auction earlier that night- threatening innocent lives if Bruce didn't comply, was just standing there. Face like a smacked arse. Next to him was someone he hadn’t seen before. A woman who looked like a deer in the headlights. Stunned, speechless, eyes bright red and cheeks tear stained. Had she been crying? His first impression of her was a loss of words. She was a wreck but it captivated him.

Wiggling his arm free from the tail light hole, drawing it close into him. He gave a very subtle and awkward wave. Y/N blinked and turned dramatically slow next to her, to look at Sausages. Hands on her hip.

Earlier when exiting the Wayne Tower in a rush- she had suggested that they throw the dead man with the suitcase in the trunk, to avoid suspicion. to then be sprung with “Can’t do that, Bruce is having a nap in there.” just as security and the GCPD caught wind of them.

Y/N hadn’t believed it, thought Sausages was pulling her legs or lying like usual, but seeing it for herself really changed it.

“That’s Bruce Wayne.” she stated.

“I told you! We probably woke him up.” He whispered, side eyeing the man just laying recumbent. Knees bent up to fit into the small space he was occupying, not a single hair out of place.

“That's Bruce Wayne!” Her eyes widened, nodding her head towards Bruce.

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ALL OF THEM FOR MISSY.

Gotta whip out the mouse anD laptop for these ones

Mason&Issy

1. Who sleeps on the left and right side of the bed? Issy sleeps on the left, Mason on the right because the right is closer to the bathroom door in case someone breaks in and kills them.

2. Who does most of the cooking? They don't cook their poor children will starve. Probably Mason, but Issy makes the tea now because it's all she can make confidently. Maybe they'll both get better at following recipes soon.

3. Who’s the little and big spoon? MASON is little. Change my mind.

4. Who says creepy paper and who says crepe paper? Wtf is creepy paper?

5. Who screams and who kills the spider? Issy screams, Steve kills the spiders, but Mason seems like the take outside type instead.

6. Who’s the sun and who’s the moon? Issy's sunny, Masons moon cause it's very witchy vibes of him.

7. How do they share chores? They'd probably both just do whatever needs doing, they're adults so they'd want their house clean and if they have free time and energy they'd do the necessary chores. But I feel like they'd tackle hard chores like laundry and dishes together, like Issy would put away while Mason washes, Mason would carry the laundry and put it on but Issy would organize the loads and fold them.

8. What are their cooking habits? Who cooks meals and who “cooks” insta-ramen? Mason looks like he can cook real meals and Issy can barely boil water to make instant ramen. She can make oatmeal in the microwave tho.

9. How do they handle arguments? What do they argue about? They literally sulk away from each other and cry but then cuddle and make up.

10. What are their love languages? Issy does words, and makes him crafts like cards and stuff on her cricut, and Mason probably is more physically affectionate.

11. Who says marco and who says polo? They've never played this game before but mason being a lifeguard would probably say polo and be out of the pool like a cheater saying it.

12. Who says “party rockers” and who says “party rock is”? I didn't know this was a THING. Mason says BOTH issy probably doesn't know the words.

13. What’s their age and height difference? Ah lemme refer to the chart, 2 years, and 1.5 ft 😌

14. How does their personal styles differ? Do they share clothes? Fashionably they're quite different, issy is all pink and cozy, and Mason is all crop tops and black and punky, but Issy might wear some of his plain t-shirts as dresses of his crop tops as regular tops.

15. How do their past relationships (or lack thereof) affect their current relationship? Issy doesn't really have any solid boyfriends to compare him to but she does have an abusive dad :crygun: and that's affected her by making her apologetic all the time and not feeling worthy of love :)) thanks duncan ♡

16. Who takes charge during grocery trips? Who picks out all the silly snacks and munchies? I think Mason gets snacky during grocery trips but Issy eats before she goes because her dads taught her to not go grocery shopping while hungry.

17. Who made the first move? What was it? Mason did and he asked her out for valentine's day.

18. What’s a typical date night for them? Do they go out or stay in? They'd go out to a fancy restaurant probably that Mason picks cause he knows them, and Issy would compare it to olive garden.

19. Do they engage in PDA? If so, what kind? Casual kisses probably

20. Do they want kids? If so, who initiated the question about having them? YEs, and I think they just started talking about it even before they were dating because they both like kids and have always wanted lots so it just came up in casual conversation.

21. Who drives and who’s the passenger princess? Mason drives like Linc in ntwyw, and Issy sits because she gets into about 3 car crashes a day.

22. What do they bring out in each other? Mason brings out her determined side, not so much spiteful, but determined to be better and be organized to better the both of them. And Issy brings out his self consciousness and makes him want to better himself.

23. Who’s messier? How does the other react? I feel like by male default it's Mason. Issy tries to be very organized like asmr tiktokers. And she'd just clean up for him and organize his drawers with little compartments so he'd always be able to see things and find everything he needs. 😌

24. What’s their song? This one or this one 🥺

25. Who said I love you first? How did it go? I wish very badly that i remembered this :)))

26. Who asked out who first? Mason asked her out fist

27. Who takes the most photos of the other? What are the photos like? Issy takes candids of him all the time, probably blurry and mid sentence of him, because he's always moving or talking

28. How would they describe each other? Issy would describe him as protective, smart, and creative. He would describe her as sunshine :lotslove:

29. What’s their go-to takeout order and movie night combo? It's the Mummy (1999) or Prince of Egypt (1998) because he got Issy into brandon fraser movies after saying he was his bi awakening, and because of the songs in prince of egypt. And idk they seem like sushi people. Low carbs and all that.

30. What are their nicknames for each other? (If any) Issy makes nicknames like it's her JOB. She nicknames him like I nickname Henry. She calls him Mase, Masey, Maseroni, beepers. And I guess she'd throw in a cute basic one like babe. And he calls her a stor (?), and my love.

31. What’s their first dance song? (If they have one) Boop 32. How are they intimate with each other in a nonsexual way? Holding hands :) they are children of god after all

33. What do their families think of their partner? Issy's dads really like him and his dads and they all hang out together like gay dads do (how did you meet each other? ""uhm we're all gay""?) And Mason's fam treats issy so nice, like royalty, she's shocked how Gen treats her and buys her things and cooks for her and stuff, more than Gemma ever did 🤗

34. What couple from another media reminds you of them? Violet and Linc from not the witch you wed!!!!

35. What are their favorite couple activities for each season? I think they'd like Winter a lot and go skiing, and in the summer they'd go swimming a lot.

36. Who wakes up and falls asleep first? Issy does both. Mason doesn't have healthy sleeping habits :/

37. Who initiated the first kiss? What was it like? Mason probably and it was when they were drinking hot chocolate actually that's as much as i recall

38. What do they love most about each other? Issy loves how family oriented he is and how passionate he is about things he likes.

39. Who worries and who calms? They both be worrying so much they got some type of complex anxiety i swear. Gen fucking calms them both. :notlikethis:

40. Do they have any jealous tendencies over each other? Issy is the one to get sad before she'd get jealous, but she hasn't had a reason to be jealous.

41. Who is the most physically affectionate? he is

42. Do you have a playlist for them? Gimme?????? Sometimes I add issy songs to his playlist that u literally made. 💀

43. Which one of them did you make first? Good question. I made issy in like 2018? But idk when Mason was made in game

44. How long have you been playing with them (or making edits with, etc.) Hmmm since Last February!!! "hey babe happy one year. I'm 27."

45. How long have they known each other? What age did they meet? They've known each other for uhm 3 years this month I think, and were 18 and 20 when they met I think.

46. Who takes longer to get ready? Depends where they're going but probably Issy if she's doing her makeup, if not it could be either one. Mason looks like he takes long to get ready, his hair alone.

47. How did they meet? Working at diamond peaks 🥺

48. What is something they have given the other that has a lot of meaning? A baby

49. Who’s more of the “protector” in the relationship? probably mason by instinct because the world hasn't been nice to issy

50. What is their dynamic playing board games and video games? (versus each other and/or on the same team) Mason gets competitive if he's playing with other family members, and Issy is like "I'm just happy to be here :-)"

#joint ship #missy #oc issy #make my day #<3 <3 <3 #simmingbeauty

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