#anyway I am going home and taking a hot shower and then cuddling up with my giant ice pack and some chocolate

[elihashadenough]

Just a small request

Lewis Hamilton x m!model!reader

Just some fluff honestly, since models get tired since like it's a very tiring job, just reader coming home and going to him for comfort and cuddles

Cuddles and Pick me-ups

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: modeling is tough job, it can get tiring but when you have someone to look after you...every worry seems to leave you

warnings: no warnings really, its just fluff (i know what a shocker)

a/n: i am so sorry for it taking such a long time to write, i have tests and stuff coming up so i had been slightly more focused on that but anyways i hope you like it and there is a small surprise at the end :)

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 [𝘩𝘰𝘩𝘮] 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

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“was that the last one?” asked his personal assistant, as y/n shifted on the chair the photographs were being taken “yes…I’m again so sorry for not knowing how many photoshoots they were going to do” y/n got up and walked to the makeup table to get his makeup removed “no I get it, i’ll be travelling in a few days so it will be hard to get photoshoots done” he waves it off with a soft sigh ready to go back to the comfort of home, should the home be a place or a person. Y/n couldn’t wait to be home

…

Unlocking the door to their house, Y/n entered, his body filled with exhaustion from the long day of back-to-back photoshoots. The familiar scent of eucalyptus and lavender greeted him but the house seemed silent, a little too silent and empty.

“hey, love?” y/n called out as he removed his jacket and removed his shoes. There was no response, just the soft hum of the house. A soft sigh left y/n’s lips as he made his way to the bedroom before shedding his clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket. The warm water hitting his face couldn’t help but make him get into the shower quicker, the hot water now cascading down his body felt like a blessing, the day’s exhaustion and tiredness now felt like a warm hug.

Emerging from the shower, feeling a little rejuvenated but there was still a longing and want for the warmth of his partner, he pulled on one of Lewis’ hoodies and walked out of the bedroom to the living room and sighed as he felt how empty it was. Though his ears were quick to pick up the jingle of keys his eyes quickly snapping to the front door. Lewis is back.

Quickly y/n walked near the front door as Lewis entered, his headphones on with a smile plastered on his lips as roscoe trotted in behind him, tail wagging furiously.

"Hey, love, I'm home!" Lewis called out, his voice filled with excitement after he saw y/n’s shoes by the door, only to notice y/n standing there in his hoodie. Y/n couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of his boyfriend who walked towards him “hey, love” he repeated again, this time holding the bag of pastries up "I thought you might need a little pick-me-up." Y/n’s tired eyes lit up at the sweet gesture “what did I do to deserve you lew?” y/n said as he hugged lewis who laughed and kissed y/n’s forehead gently “I think I’m the one who needed you” lewis whispered before pulling away “now how bout you go pick a movie get comfortable and I’ll bring these out after getting on something…more relaxing” lewis says as y/n doesn’t remove his arms from around lewis “but I wanna cuddle” y/n says tiredly to which lewis replies “we will cuddle while watching something” y/n nodded with an exaggerated pout which made lewis shake his head and laugh at his boyfriend’s antics.

Y/n settled against the couch, tv remote in his hand waiting for lewis. Roscoe who was resting on the single sofa perked up as he saw lewis enter, in a new pair of clothes, and the bag of your favourite bakery with two plates “not this movie again y/n/n” lewis says as he sits on the couch before opening in his arms so y/n could cuddle closer “it a cinematic masterpiece lew, it's not my fault you don’t have a good taste in movies” y/n shrugs as he opens the box and serves himself and lewis with a pastry “we watched it last week” lewis says while dismissing the comment about his taste in movies as he runs his hand through y/n’s hair gently who looks at him after taking a bite of the pastry “cause its-first off all these pastries are fucking amazing” y/n’s says as he throws his head back resting it on Lewis’ arm “yeah I know, it’s your favourite bakery baby” 

Y/n smiled and looked lewis who himself was looking fondly at y/n “thankyou-but anyways this movie is just THE best movie out there and you can’t tell me otherwise, I’m ready to die on that hill if it’s the last hill I climb” y/n says with a cheeky smile before hitting play as lewis shook his head whilst looking at the person who brought immense happiness and joy to his life, he couldn’t imagine for a moment being without y/n. Y/n was the light to his life.

. . .

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ynln-official: God this turned out amazingly even if some of them were impromptu, the pastries were to die for, thank you @lewishamilton for the pick me up, love you forever and ever  ❤️

thank you to @.kitbutlerr for the many laughs today and in the past month, can’t wait to work with you again

And lastly thank you @.vouguemagazine for everything we have achieved with this photoshoot and everything we had been/are working!! Can’t wait to share this project with everyone else!! ❤️

…we don’t talk about the last slide :)

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lewishamilton: the last pastry was supposed to be mine…          ynln-official: you should’ve told me that when you saw me eating it lew 🤷🏽 sorry (not)sorry

vougemagazine: We loved working with you y/n, can’t wait for more opportunities to work with you        *liked by ynln-official*

kitbutlerr: I’m glad the laughs helped, can’t wait to work with you either

charlesleclerc: where do you get these y/n?          ynln-offcial: a magician never reveals his secrets charlie           user38: I live for these interactions ngl

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lewishamilton: So proud of you for everything you do, you truly are telented at everything :)

Puts on his favourite movie and then falls asleep 🤦🏾‍♂️

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this took longer then i wanted it to so i'm again sorry but i hope you enjoy it as much i did writing it. I haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

[starlightkun]

➠ word count: 4.6k ➠ warnings: cursing, vomiting, depictions of illness, hospital settings, etc. (but he gets better! i prommy!) ➠ genre: fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort, suggestive? (i mean they’re mentioned to shower together but it’s in a very tender caretaking sort of way, it's a ‘you cannot perform this task of hygiene and i love you and will assist you in performing this vital task’ sort of thing), established relationship, former hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), shortfic in the buzzer beater series (after 27JSC, before garbage goal) ➠ extra info: the title is directly lifted from the title of this academic article on pubmed that came up in some googling i was doing for this fic the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines/chronic illnesses, but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds! ➠ author’s note: i did NOT expect this to turn into a literal series but these two have rlly captured my lil heart tbh. i’m obsessed with them. they’re in love. i’m not sorry and i will not pretend to be in order to be cute on the internet. anyway enjoy 🫶 ➠ series masterlist

The utter relief that you felt having Sungchan home again was a feeling unparalleled. Having him home, in his own clothes, in your bed, holding you and laughing at something stupid he’d just said but thought was the funniest thing ever—that was the most you’d ever loved someone, you decided.

Stirring slightly in the middle of the night, you were aware of being uncomfortable, hot, and sweaty under all your sheets, blankets, and boyfriend.

“Mmh,” you groaned, pushing at Sungchan, who was of course passed out on top of you like you were the mattress. “Channie, off. ‘m too hot.”

He readjusted slightly, but just grabbed you to pull you to his front like the cuddle monster he was. You were now acutely aware of your clothes sticking to your back and chest.

“No, let go.” You grabbed at his arms. “Come on, Channie, aren’t you hot too?”

He suddenly vaulted himself out of bed, throwing the sheets and blankets off of him in a mad dash towards the bathroom. You sat up in bed, blearily watching him in confusion until he kneeled down at the toilet and you finally put the pieces together, hurrying in after him and turning on the light on your way in.

He didn’t have any hair to hold back from his face as he emptied his stomach, so you mainly rubbed his back through his damp t-shirt. With the bathroom lights on, you were able to see that the front and back of his white shirt were entirely soaked with sweat, his face pink and sweat-sheened, and his hair stuck to his forehead. His whole body radiated with an unnatural heat as you sat beside him, coaching and comforting him through it as he gripped the toilet bowl with white knuckles.

When it seemed like he had gotten to a pause in his retching, you coaxed his head up away from the opening, then flushed it. Grabbing some toilet paper from the roll hanging next to you, you bundled up enough to wipe around his mouth and nose, then tossed that into the bowl as well as the water was still draining.

“We…” He stopped to cough, then spit into the toilet. “We ate the same stuff last night… Why aren’t you…”

“Baby, I don’t think this is food poisoning,” you replied, moving his hair off his forehead to press the back of your hand there. “I think you’re sick.”

“But my immune system is so good! I haven’t even gotten a cold in like five years! I got my flu shot two weeks ago!”

“I know, I was there holding your hand.”

His whining was cut off by more puking, and you continued to soothe him through it.

“Channie, you can’t send this.” You shook your head, reading over his email to his research head again.

“But I have to… to tell him why I can’t come in,” Sungchan reached for his phone from your hands.

“Baby, this is gibberish.” You held the phone away from his grabby hands so you could delete the nonsense email and exit out of the app before setting it on his nightstand. “You go back to sleep, I’ll call the lab for you, okay?”

He sighed, laying back down in bed and closing his eyes. “Okay… don’t take too long… miss you…”

“And he’s out,” you commented to yourself fondly.

It was quick work to look up the office line on the university’s website, and you took the call in the living room as he napped in your room. Hearing the click of it being picked up first, it was answered by an older-sounding, stern man.

“Yoon Taekyung.”

“Hi, Dr. Yoon, this is Y/L/N Y/N, I’m—”

“Jung Sungchan’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, yes, Jung Sungchan’s girlfriend.” You laughed nervously, caught off-guard. You’d never met Sungchan’s research head before.

“Jung talks about you a lot. I don’t stalk my PhD candidates online, in case you were wondering.”

“No, I wasn’t, but thank you for clarifying,” you chuckled. “Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you, but unfortunately Sungchan has a stomach bug and is not going to be able to come in for a few days. He had typed up his own email to you but when I proofread it… you could tell the fever was boiling his brain.”

“I would have appreciated the laugh,” Dr. Yoon said dryly. “We certainly don’t want Jung bringing any outside germs into the microbiology lab. Keep him home.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Dr. Yoon.”

Having already finished your master’s degree, you didn’t have any professors to email about missing class today. It was a Friday, and you weren’t scheduled to work all weekend, so you were free to stay home and take care of Sungchan.

Walking back into your bedroom, you stopped next to Sungchan’s side of the bed, pressing your hand to his forehead. He really was burning up.

His eyes fluttered open, and he mumbled something that sounded like your name.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” you reassured him, stroking his head. “Go back to sleep, I’m going to make you something to eat, okay?”

His eyes closed again, and you gave his head one last gentle pat.

Poking your head back into the bedroom some time later, you were pleasantly surprised to see Sungchan awake again, scrolling on his phone.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” You walked over, grabbing the thermometer off his nightstand.

“Mm… great,” he groaned, setting his phone down.

“Liar.” You held the thermometer out. “Open.”

He pouted up at you with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth as the two of you waited. It beeped, and you took it back, frowning as you read the display.

“I don’t like that…” You sighed, taking a picture of it with your phone. “I’m going to text your mom. How’s your tummy?”

“Fine…”

“You think you can eat? I made some food.”

“Sure, sure, yeah.”

“Okay, be right back, Channie.” You kissed his hair.

In the kitchen, you hurriedly opened your text conversation with Sungchan’s mom. She was a family medicine doctor, and you’d been updating her on how her son was doing throughout the day.

[you: attached image]

[you: his fever keeps going up, even after the meds he took this morning. no more puking so far]

As you spooned out small portions of dishes, loaded them up on a tray, and reheated a mug of some tea you’d prepared earlier, you continued texting back and forth with Dr. Jung.

[dr. jung: Give him another dose of the acetaminophen. If it keeps going up take him to urgent care]

[you: will do, thank you. he’s about to try to eat some lunch. wish us luck!]

[dr. jung: Good luck sweetheart]

Tucking your phone away, you grabbed the tray of food to take back in to Sungchan. He had pushed himself up against the headboard, letting you set the tray down on his lap. Putting the now steaming mug on the nightstand, you started pointing to everything.

“Ginger tea, and easy tummy foods. Some rice, soup, crackers, and for dessert—” You pulled out a small package from the pocket of your hoodie.

He gasped softly. “Chocolate biscuits…”

“Chocolate biscuits,” you confirmed, setting them on the tray table then stroked his hair gently. “I’m going to go clean up the kitchen then I’ll come sit with you. Holler if you need me before then, okay?”

He grabbed your hand before you could get too far, his skin burning hot against yours. “Hey. Thank you.”

“Anything for my Sungchannie,” you smiled, gently swinging your linked hands where they hung in the air. “Small bites, and don’t force anything down, okay? You’ll only throw it back up if you do that.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And how are you on water?” You picked up the water bottle on his nightstand with your free hand, shaking it. “Eh, half. I’ll refill it for you, too. Be back in a sec.”

After putting the leftovers away and refilling his water, you shook out a couple more tablets of acetaminophen and brought both of them back with you.

“Here.” You placed them on the table next to him. “Your mom says to take another dose, and if your fever keeps going up then we’ll have to take you to urgent care.”

He nodded, thankfully opting not to talk with food in his mouth. You scooted back into bed next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he slowly picked at his food.

“Good food, baby, thank you,” he sniffled, taking a sip of his tea. “I mean, my nose is so stuffed up I can’t taste most of it, but it’s still good.”

You chuckled, patting his chest. “Thanks, Channie.”

“Are you sure you should be sitting so close to me? I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“We live together, I’m either going to get sick or I won’t. It’s not like I’m asking you to spit in my mouth or anything,” you scoffed.

“Yeah, right now.”

Before you could even make a retort, he suddenly careened forward in a fit of violent coughs, and you surged to first steady the tray table so he didn’t knock the liquids everywhere. After moving it off his legs and onto an unoccupied area of the mattress, you rested a hand on his back as he continued coughing, wincing sympathetically at how painful they sounded. Finally, he stopped coughing, and paused to catch his breath.

“Mm… I think you should keep your loogies to yourself for now, Channie,” you tutted. “Drink some water.”

Setting his water bottle back down, he blinked slowly. “Ugh… that hurt.”

“Do you want the food back? Or are you done?”

He shook his head. “I’m done. Don’t want anything coming back up.”

“I’ll put it in the fridge in case you get hungry later.”

You had just closed the fridge when you heard retching sounds from your bathroom.

It was almost two hours later before the two of you left the cold tile floor of your bathroom. There were impressions of the grout in your knees and your joints ached from the unforgiving, hard flooring. And it was only to get Sungchan to sit on the equally hard, cold, tile floor of the shower under a lukewarm stream of water—you were afraid of making it too hot with how high his fever already was, and he whimpered like the water was hurting him if it was too cold. With how much fever-sweating he’d been doing since the wee hours of the morning, you could only imagine how uncomfortable it was for him (you yourself still hadn’t had the chance to sneak in a quick shower since being awoken in sweat that morning either). Not even to mention just all the puke that the both of you had been around.

You knelt behind him to very gently work some shampoo through his hair, then tilted his chin up with your hand to direct his head back into the spray and rinse out the suds. You used your other hand to block his eyes from any stray shampoo that may accidentally run down into them. With his hair off his forehead, you could catch a glimpse of a light scar, from taking a puck directly to the face your senior year of college, soon after you started dating. You’d taken care of him then, warned him to be careful when washing his hair, and he’d joked about having you do it for him. You couldn’t help but run a finger over it lightly.

After finishing up washing his hair, you reached behind you to blindly fumble for the handle and turn the spray off. It was a bit dicey getting the two of you to stand up in the confined space with Sungchan’s less-than-optimal coordination at the moment, and you toweled the both of you off in the bathroom quickly.

Back in new clothes, you let him fall into bed as you appraised the nightstand. “Did you take the meds before you threw up? I don’t— Oh, there they are.”

You grabbed them from behind the water bottle, nudging Sungchan’s shoulder. “Baby, you can take a nap after you take these, okay? They’re going to help your fever.”

“Uh?” He squinted one eye open, then dropped his mouth open. You placed the tablets on his tongue, then held the straw up to his lips. He swallowed with minimal difficulty, then dropped his head back down to the pillow.

You crawled into bed too, curling up behind him and throwing an arm over his middle. Sungchan groaned and shifted in place.

“Are you warm?” You asked quietly. “I’ll scooch if you’re too warm.”

“No,” he whined, grabbing at the blankets and pulling them up higher. “Cold… ‘n everything hurts, baby. My head hurts, my throat hurts, my stomach hurts, my muscles hurt from throwing up so much. Everything hurts.”

“My Sungchannie.” You scooted in closer to him, burying your face in his neck. “I’m sorry… I wish it didn’t hurt, baby. I’m so sorry. I wish I could make it stop for you.”

“I’m going to take a nap, I think…” He sniffed.

“I think that’s a good idea.” You kissed his shoulder. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, baby boy.”

“That’s it, we’re going to the urgent care,” you declared with a shake of your head, looking at the most recent temperature readout on the thermometer. Up again.

Despite all of Sungchan’s grumbling about not being that sick, you still managed to get him into the car and to the doctor, keeping a wary eye on him as you took all of your turns very carefully and accelerated and braked as smoothly as possible so that he hopefully wouldn’t vomit all over your car interior as well. After staying in the waiting room for an agonizing amount of time, you two finally went back.

The doctor took one look at Sungchan’s vitals, and you explained just how many times he’d thrown up in less than twelve hours, before deciding to admit him.

You had been asked to step out of his room for the moment, and walked up and down the long hallway, continuing to update his mom.

[you: he just got admitted. doctor says he probably just needs fluids and something stronger to bring the fever down but wants to keep him overnight for observation]

[dr. jung: Who’s his attending?]

[you: dr. chen]

[dr. jung: Oh good. He’s good, our Sungchan’s in good hands. I’ll be by after clinic closes.]

[you: thanks, i’ll let him know you’re coming]

A nurse left Sungchan’s room then, and you perked up as the older man seemed to be walking towards you.

“I’m so sorry, miss, this is going to sound weird,” he began with a sheepish smile. “But has your husband been on TV?”

“Oh, uh, boyfriend…” You corrected him distractedly, way more focused on said boyfriend. “And uhm, not exactly. Why?”

“He just looks very familiar.”

You thought for a second, then suggested, “Do you like hockey?”

“Yes, my wife and I have season passes for the local university’s team’s home games.”

“Sungchan played for the Raptors a couple years ago.”

“Oh! I was wondering why the name was so familiar too…”

“Sorry, did you need something from me?”

“Yes, I need to put his IV in, uhm, but he’s asking for you…”

You nodded. “Yeah, he has a fear of needles. Shouldn’t that be in his chart or whatever somewhere?”

“We just have the records from the urgent care doctor who sent him up here, sorry,” the nurse admitted. “But I’ll make a note of it.”

Following the nurse in, you saw that Sungchan was all by himself, and had to bite your lip at the image of him already hooked up by wires to a bunch of other machines. He still smiled when he saw you, though.

“Hey, baby…” he held his hand out towards you, and you took it, giving it a squeeze.

“Hi. Heard you were asking for me.”

“Thought you might feel left out if I got a needlestick and you weren’t here.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite hobby, watching you get pricked over and over,” you replied sarcastically.

“Which arm?” The nurse asked.

“The right. He’s a lefty,” you answered immediately.

He looked between you and Sungchan for a moment.

“What she said,” Sungchan confirmed.

As the nurse prepared his arm for the IV, you distracted him on his other side.

“So, I was texting your mom in the hallway,” you told him. “She said she’s going to come by after the clinic closes. She also knows your attending, says you’re in good hands, we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, that’s good.” He suddenly squeezed your hand tight.

You rushed to find another topic and keep talking, “Also, I have to tell you about this new book I was reading. Really, it was a collection of short stories, but you know how I am with those. God, it’s incredible. It’s like surrealism, and sort of psychological horror, and some of them toe in body horror, but also magical realism, but all of them sort of explore like womanhood and societal expectations of women and that kind of thing. They’re so fantastic. There’s one about a teenage girl who just starts eating birds one day. Like, live birds, the kind of birds you’d keep as a pet. Feathers and all. She’s not actually the POV character, though, you get to follow her dad as he tries to take in this change and adjust and acclimate to it as his otherwise normal teen daughter has to consume live birds while his estranged wife tries to convince him to just accept it and that it’s really not that bad. And obviously that can be a metaphor for how fathers—”

“Done.” The nurse announced. “Dinner’s in an hour, Mr. Jung. Buzz if you need anything before then.”

“I think you freaked him out with your ‘eating live birds and scaring your dad is a metaphor for being a teen girl’ story, baby,” Sungchan chuckled.

“But it is!” You defended yourself. “And it’s so good, really!”

“I’m sure it is.” He scooted over in the tiny bed to make a little bit of room, then patted the empty space he’d just created. “Want my girl to tell me all about it.”

You clambered up next to him, still with one foot hanging off the bed to let both of you fit, but just all too happy to be with him again.

Just a little while later, and the nurse was poking his head back into Sungchan’s room. Dr. Jung paused the funny story she had just been telling from her seat on the small recliner next to the bed, and all three of you looked over at the newcomer.

The nurse focused his apologetic eyes on you, “Miss, I’m sorry, but visiting hours are over.”

“Oh.” You looked around awkwardly, starting to get up from the bed. “Sorry, I thought he was allowed to have one person stay overnight.”

“Spouses and immediate family only, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fi—”

“No, we’re married,” Sungchan insisted, grabbing your hand. “It’s fine, she can stay.”

“Sir…” He trailed off, clearly debating about whether or not he wanted to just outright call Sungchan a liar.

“Channie, I told him earlier we were dating,” you informed your boyfriend quietly. “It’s fine, I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Baby…” He sighed.

“It’ll be okay, Channie, I’ll be back tomorrow,” you promised him, grabbing your go bag off the floor and hoisting it onto your shoulder. “You just worry about resting and getting better for me, okay?”

“I’ll walk you out, sweetheart,” his mom offered kindly, standing up as well.

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight, Channie,” you leaned down to drop a peck on his forehead. “I love you.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He continued to keep a deathly tight grasp on your hand. “I love you too.”

You gave his hand one final pat before regretfully, gently shaking him off and walking out of the room. Dr. Jung slowly meandered down the hall with you.

“I’ll be there, in case they have to inject him, or draw blood, or anything else,” she reassured you.

“Right, thank you,” you nodded, looking down at your feet. “Has he always been afraid of needles? He never really talks about it with me, it’s just one of those things. I go with him for his shots, blood draws, all that.”

“Since he was a kid. He used to run from the room crying. We at least wanted him to be able to handle it on his own by the time he was an adult, even if it wasn’t comfortable.”

“He gives me my monthly injection now, the one I take for my migraines. Did you know that?”

“Really?” She did sound surprised at this tidbit of information.

“Pretty much since we started dating, yeah. Still wants me to go with him for his shots but…”

“It’s different when you’re the one being stuck.”

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You pressed the down button on the elevator. “Usually I’m the one that has something wrong with me and he’s taking care of me. It’s so… it doesn’t feel right, seeing him like that.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” She rubbed your arm. “But he’s strong, he’s healthy. I’m sure they’ll discharge him tomorrow to go back home with you.”

“Of course.”

“Now you go home and take care of that migraine that’s been coming on for the last fifteen minutes.”

You looked up at her with one eye open, shrugging. “Well, I don’t know if it’s a full migraine…”

“You’re squinting at the lights, sweetheart. Go home so you can take your meds, okay?”

The elevator dinged just then, the doors opening on your floor.

“Okay, thank you.” You gave her a tired, but genuinely grateful smile as you stepped onto the elevator. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You spent that night going through your first migraine alone in almost two years, curled up on Sungchan’s side of the bed in one of his huge hoodies, feeling like your head was exploding. But that wasn’t even the reason that you were crying.

In the morning, you were awake before visiting hours opened back up, and despite your instinct to drive to the hospital and wait in the parking lot, you pulled yourself into the shower instead. You didn’t have a lot of time nor mobility for your own shower routine yesterday, and were in desperate need of a good thorough clean and refresh now. After eating some of the leftovers you made the day before, you packed up a small to-go meal for Dr. Jung as well, unsure of how good the cafeteria food was there. She had given you an update during the night that his fever had finally broken, then another once she woke up that he slept through the rest of the night fine, and was still resting as of her text.

By the time you got to the hospital, it was open for daytime visitors, and you were let in with no issues. You’d let Dr. Jung know when you were on your on way, and she was standing outside the door to his room when you arrived.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she smiled, giving you a hug. “How’s your head?”

“Fine,” you waved off her concerns, reaching into your bag to grab the container of food you’d packed. “Brought you breakfast. Wasn’t sure what they were serving downstairs…”

She accepted it gratefully. “Thank you. Now: How’s your head?”

“Last night kind of sucked,” you admitted. “And I’ve got a rebound headache, but I’ll be fine. We don’t need to tell Channie right now, though. He’ll just worry too much and he won’t get better. How’d you sleep? That recliner looked pretty comfy.”

“Would’ve slept better, except he snores like a freight train,” she scoffed. “How you get any sleep is beyond me.”

You let out a round of genuine laughter at that. “He doesn’t usually. Must be the congestion.”

“Must be.” She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m going to take my breakfast downstairs. He’s awake, been asking when you’d be here.”

“Thank you.” You gave her one last fleeting hug before hurrying in.

Sungchan already looked better than yesterday, still tired, but not as deathly pale as before, with no sheen of fever-sweat over his skin. He really just looked… tired.

“Good morning, Channie,” you said breathlessly, setting your bag down. “Heard your fever broke last night. How are you feeling?”

“Morning, baby.” He reached out for your hand. “I’m feeling a lot better. I wish I could’ve made my girl breakfast this morning…”

“You can make me double breakfast after you come home.”

“And what’s double breakfast?”

“Guess you’ll have to figure that out.”

“Breakfast and breakfast for dinner.”

“Sounds pretty good to me.”

He looked up at you with a thoughtful frown on his face, reaching out to gently touch his fingertips to your cheek. “Are you okay, baby? You’re not feeling sick now too, are you?”

“I’m fine, baby. Just a bit tired. I’ll sleep like a baby once I have my Sungchannie back home with me.” You mustered as big of a smile as you could, squeezing his hand.

“I’ve got to get better quick then, can’t have—” he was cut off by loud, violent coughs, throwing his arm up to cover his mouth with his elbow. You rubbed his back as he continued coughing, and he reached for the bedside table. Handing him a couple of tissues from the box sat there, he spat out some of the mucus that had come up, and you used a few more fresh tissues to grab it and throw it away without complaint.

Returning to his side, you continued rubbing his back as he caught his breath. When he started slowly easing back into his bed, you took your hand away and grabbed his cup of water to give him.

“Here.”

He took a few sips before handing it back, and you took his hand again.

“As I was saying,” he cleared his throat. “Before I was so rudely interrupted by my own phlegm: I can’t have my girl all alone in a cold bed at night…”

You laughed, feeling the smitten smile on your face as you looked down at him. “There is some horndog switch in you that gets flipped when you’re unwell, I swear. Scientists need to study you.”

“I’m a scientist, remember?”

“You study a disease in one kind of fish,” you pointed out. “I mean like… sexologists or something. If those exist.”

“They do.”

“Well they’re missing out on… something here.” You gestured to him.

He half-laughed and half-coughed, which devolved into another full coughing fit. After recovering, he said, “Anyway, once my doctor rounds again and checks me out, he’ll be able to say if I can be discharged today or if he wants to keep me another night.”

“Fingers crossed.”

The utter relief that you felt having Sungchan home again was a feeling unparalleled. Having him home, in his own clothes, in your bed, holding you and laughing at something stupid he’d just said but thought was the funniest thing ever—that was the most you’d ever loved someone, you decided.

You suddenly rolled over to lay on top of him, pressing your face to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, and throwing your leg over him. He let out a slightly punched-out noise at the unexpected force of your affections, but nevertheless readjusted to wrap his arms around you.

“Hey, baby… Everything okay?” His throat was still hoarse, and he let out a half-cough half-throat clearing noise between his sentences. He added jokingly, “I’m not going to float away, you know?”

“I never want you to leave again,” you mumbled into his clothes. “Never. Never ever.”

“Okay, yeah,” his voice softened, one of his hands cradling the back of your head and stroking your hair. “I’ll never leave, ever again.”

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[pablitogavii]

I have a slightly strange idea, since in Spain it is hot in the summer it has occurred to me that Gavi is with his partner and that if the girl refuses to give him a hug because of the heat and the next day Pablo put the air conditioner on full (so it would be cold) for the girl to hug him. I don't know if you could do something with this

No more excuses!

"Joder! Es demasiado caliente!" you said while you were sitting on the balcony of your and Pablo's shared apartment drinking some cold lemonade trying to answer you emails.

You just had to come back inside but after collecting so much heat from the outside, you were still sweating despite the AC being turned on.

"I'm home amor!" Pablo walked in with Ale returning from the daily run. You were still confused how he could run during weather like this! That's an athlete for you haha!

He reached to hug you but you pulled back asking him to shower and he groaned giving his friend his car keys and he left before Pablo went to the bathroom to shower.

You really could care less if he was sweaty and smelly but you were just way too hot to hug anybody right now! You just needed to cool down for a few minutes.

You were sitting on the couch reading emails when he came back wanting to pull you to cuddle but you pulled back again.

"Are you mad at me or something amor?" he asked and you shook your head groaning that you were still too hot to even think straight.

"No cariño..I'm just hot!" you say closing the lap top and leaving to take a cold shower yourself hoping that would help. Pablo was left there pouting and watching some random game wishing you would just let him hug you anyways!

Even during the night, you refused to get too close sleeping in your panties and his old shirt still feeling so freaking hot. This summer was really a killer in Barcelona!

Since you knew you both needed physical contact to fall asleep you still held his hand but that's all the contact Pablo got and that wasn't what he wanted!

When he woke up the next morning, he rushed to lower the temperature so much so that you were woken up with a goosebumps all over your skin.

"Joder!" he heard rushing into the bedroom with a smug on his face while you were freaking out looking yourself fin the mirror.

"What's wrong mi amor??" he asked and you turned around with a worried face making him furrow his eyebrows.

"I think I am entering menopause amor! I was so hot yesterday and I'm too cold right now..and what if I can't have kids anymore!?" you were mumbling until Pablo bursted out in laughter.

"That's not funny cabrón! I wanted to be a mom!" you hit his shoulder quite hard but of course it didn't hurt at all and he grabbed your body pulling you close.

"And you will be in the future princesa.." he smirked and you rolled your eyes not thinking this was the time for him to be dirty.

"You're barely 20 years old amorcito, you're not entering menopause..I lowered the temperature in the apartment" he explained and you quickly calmed down now laughing at yourself realizing how absurd your conclusion was.

"Shut up! I was so scared! Cabrón! Why did you lower the temperature so much!?" you say and he chuckled kissing your head and pulling you even closer so that your hands were resting on his strong chest.

"So that you can hug me finally! And cuddle me! And sleep in my arms! I miss you amor!" he pouts and you giggle leaning in and kissing his lips lovingly giving him the biggest hug possible.

"Awe cariño..tu eres tan precioso!" you coo and he blushes while still hugging you refusing to let go.

"Menopause? Really amor!?" he teases and you both burst out in laugher while being in each other's embrace.

[mblue-art]

Sorry for that question but I really curious!

What made you fell in love with Cross and Lust?

Tell us more!!

😳😳😳 hhuh what rreally,, , ,,, 😳 u wanna hear me yap abt my sillies, my beloveds,,, (i appreciate the enthusiasm tho omg 🥺🫶🫶🫶)

i want to have the yuris with lust and the yaois with cross I I MEAN HWHWAT 🧍‍♂️

UM.

haha anyWAY,, (oh gog this ended up long)

🍫—

cross checks so many boxes for me it makes me go insane. too good to be true. versatile(??)— like it's somehow way too easy to put him in Situations. (he's bf and husbone material??? just -20hp me now; that already kills me) he's. hh. gawddamn there's reasons why he won a utmv sans sexyman poll.

he's like a crush that you can't get out of your head no matter what you do, i'm so freaking down bad for him it's not even funny anymore. ever since simping for cross i have not been the same since. the man has changed me. the attraction/simp feelings hit me like a bat out of nowhere and i don't understand why it's so intense— i. hh.

,,i like when ppl make him dorky. stupidly silly (absolutely love shitpost shenanigans and would absolutely LOVE to get into silly shenanigans with him and with/without his bestie epic). fun to be around when he's deemed you as a good friend. stars, he'd give good hugs. strong, solid, and warm, the kind of hugs u don't wanna pull away from so soon. a little endearingly cringe. fanon simp cross is adorable and fun to mess around with. tsundere cross is adorable and fun to mess with. cute anxious guy under all that intimidating aloofness. when i say his smile is an absolute treasure, i mean that. his blush making him look like a grape or a glowing bulb is adorable and makes me wanna tease him more. anime protag/character vibes so strong i wanna have a cute bl/shoujo manga romance with him type shit yk.

then there's times when he's The Hot Dude and i think it's illegal if he's all confident and smug and dom actually (/hj) cause that makes me wanna fucking fite him HELLO? SIR? ILLEGAL????? (<- the fight or flight response of a tsundere towards a milder tsundere LOL).

-hp every single time. mf gets successful d20 rolls w/ rizz on me and i get a critical hit every time. it's a 50/50 either i fluster to death and become weak or i wanna fite his dumbass

i'll. i can fight him. i'll lose but i can fight him for sure. (why is he so cool⁉️‼️💢💢💢RRRRRRR)

he makes me feel things. lots of things. (mostly fluster but when i'm feelin sooper soff i jst wanna shower his skull in keeses. ima kissy lil guy)

tired cross makes me just wanna take care of him. want him to come home to me without any worry because he thinks i'm his safe space.

when he's being stubborn i want to tell him to chill out for a little while, take a break and watch some funny stuff while drinking choccy milk or eating his fav foods and be cozy. bapping him if he's gonna try to get out of this too soon. he's gonna get the free time he deserves n relax n get cuddles n kithes.

the way he can gently hold my hand and look at me with a sincere look in his eyelights and say something genuinely affectionate feels like cupid shooting an arrow through my soul, but also feels like a balm. (a promise of loyalty and faithfulness.) (a kiss on the forehead? a cherry on top.)

well now i can't be mean to him with all the nice he's saying and doing. i just want nice things for him o(-< (even if he's a bastard sometimes lol<3 all circles back to the silly) (silly is always important)

💜—

i love lust. so so so much. the fanon interpretation of him, anyway.

(don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore the feminine slay content of lust; but am i wrong for yearning for more masc lust content?)

i like my lust sans respectful, goofy, sans-like, an absolute sweetheart, and a caring, wonderful life partner. under the flirty personality and charm(ing looks), is a sans behavior that made me fall deeper. (he makes me feel very gender too) (ohmygofd yeah no he actually makes me think of gender sometimes rauauagrrgh<3/pos). i don't have to worry about showing my cring, weird side to him, because he's also a gremlin,, o(-< he doesn't have to present himself all nice and pretty all the time (although he's always pretty in my eyes). he can be comfortably himself; with me 🥺

i want to be his safe space.

i want to see him heal and be happy and be happy with me and give him all the love i can give and care for him and make him soso happy i just want him to feel SO sosososo loved, he deserves so much more

he's the only one who's able to get a certain reaction out of me; to pull flowers out of my heart. to pull out words of love and devotion and appreciation, heart bursting with affection only for him.

for him, i would try. i would live for him. i wish someone like him (the him i've created from interpretations and headcanons) was real irl.

i want to not care i don't care if he's a gorgeous well-known person that people fawn over, or if he's a campus crush, etc.,

i want him to think i'm worthy enough to keep in his life. for him to know how special he is to me, for him to know how much i want him in my life as much as i want him to keep me in his.

my immediate reaction when i think of him is: 😊💕💜💜💜eeeee kicks and giggles and flaps hands teehee

i love him so much i get a heart-on for him (/silly but it is true sometimes; love him so much it aches (in a good way))

[skrrts]

told you so! (oneshot) mature!

✧ gn!reader x choi san ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, relationship, suggestive, mdni ✧ word count: 1,8k ✧ warnings: suggestive, undressing, neck & shoulder kissing, him taking a bath, slight description of body, deep kiss, end indicates more, no smut, mdni!

When San comes home all tense after Wooyoung challenged him to a silly gym competition, you decide to help him unwind with a hot bath, a shoulder massage, and a few kisses.

a/n: i posted this almost 2 months ago and deleted it within a few hours cause i got insecure about the feedback for it being too close to smut but then not being smut. decided to repost it.

You knew that face too well, San always tried to pull it off whenever he was hiding something but he was really bad at it, not only because you could see the tension in his shoulders. Somehow, the photo of Wooyoung on Instagram made sense now, as he claimed to be the victor of some challenge. What was up with those friends always being like that? 

“San, is there something I should know?” You asked innocently while pouring yourself a cup of tea, watching him. Your boyfriend was trying his hardest not to show very obviously how he likely overworked himself at the gym, broad muscles all tense. Tomorrow would be one of those mornings where he would pout a little at you when hushing him out of bed because he’d be late for his dance classes. Maybe working out challenges wasn’t the smartest of ideas when you made your living with dancing.

“I love you and you are the most stunning being walking on earth?” he asked, lurking over from the fridge sipping slowly on the bottle of water. You placed your cup into the sink and slowly stalked over. He closed it with a small sound, withdrawing: “Anything else?”

He knew he had been caught and before he could say anything, you poked his shoulder and he winced, almost dropping the bottle. “Please don’t tell me you and Woo were doing some challenge again of who can lift more weights.”

Oh this expression, San was making that face which was trying to sell it was not his fault. “He wouldn’t leave it be, not like he can beat me anyway!”

You made a mental note of chasing Wooyoung around, the next time he would see him. 

“Choi San, what am I going to do with you? I can’t believe you are always so diligent in taking care of your health but when your best friend comes up with all of these stupid challenges, you forget about it. Don’t you meet this new artist who is looking for a dancing crew for the MV tomorrow?” 

This time, a deep sigh fled his lisp: “I know, you are right, and yeah. I mean, I will be fine, really. I am going to take a nice hot shower and then slip underneath my sheets. Maybe get to cuddle my favorite person.”

The puppy look was the worst, he always pulled it on you and for a person that usually reminded you much more of a cat, it was silly but very efficient. He looked like his plushie, the first thing he unboxed when you moved together. 

“You really are something. Fine, because I am the most stunning person, as you say, I will take care of it. Sit down on the couch and wait there for me!” When San made a confused face, you just ignored him and disappeared into the bathroom.

Naturally, you planned to do something relaxing on the weekend but this seemed to be some kind of emergency. You started to pour hot water into the tub, enough to still be comfortable before picking a bottle with nicely smelling oils you bought from this one store Seonghwa worked at. He promised this was good for relaxing, especially after long and stressful weeks. 

You used enough for bubbles to fill the surface before lurking over. The roses San gifted you almost had reached their limit so after a moment of hesitation, you carefully tore them apart, sprinkling the pedals in the bath as well. 

“Just a second,” you called out when you walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, San leaning forward, trying to see what you were up to. Okay, maybe the bottle of wine did not really fit in with this but why not? If you took care of his tense shoulders, you might relax a little. 

Others might question why the two of you had glasses in your bathroom but one could say, it wasn’t the first time, just that usually, San was doing something like this for you whenever you returned from those awful meetings which took place a few times a year. Once the two glasses were poured and a few candles lighted, you were satisfied with the scene.

You quickly checked your appearance in the mirror, and placed the massage oil on the edge of the tub before calling for him. A moment later, San lurked in, slightly confused about the scene and you sitting on top of the small stool you had to store some items on with a glass of wine in your hands.

San was blinking, this scene was likely new to him: “Uhm?”

You smirked, pointing toward the bathtub: “Well, we cannot let you walk around with those stiff shoulders, can we? I need my dancer to be in his best shape tomorrow, so I’ll be sweet and treat you today.”

Your boyfriend cleared his throat and closed the door: “Is that so?”

You crossed your legs, sipping on your drink again: “Mhm, so go on. Strip for me, handsome. You will have to get into the bathtub first and then we can work on those pretty shoulders of yours.” The intention was to make him relax but it did not mean you could not tease him just a little, the flush on his cheeks was always worth it.

“You want me to strip?” he asked again but sighed before having a very small grin on his lips: “I see how it is, you are making me pay for that promised massage.” This time, you were the one giving him an innocent look but San laughed. “You know, I suck at this but I shall try to at least make it look a bit like in the movies.”

San pulled the beanie from his hat, ruffling through his dark hair, eyes on you as the pair of glasses was placed aside of it. When he pulled up his shirt you waved with your free hand: “Please, a little slower. I want to enjoy the view.” 

He tilled his head, chuckling: “As you wish.” This time his fingers very slowly started to pull up the black fabric of his shirt, revealing each and every muscle and you tilted your head to make sure you were enjoying the view. There really was nothing imperfect about his body, but you knew he put all of the work into it, being there over the years as he changed. 

As it came over his head, San carelessly dropped it on the floor before slowly unzipping his jeans, doing every sleep extra slow and you did not shy away from also admiring that, biting a little on your lower lip but reminding yourself to behave for now. As much as you enjoyed this, you wanted to take care of him. 

“Most handsome,” you breathed when the last bit of cloth was dropped. You could see that San likely was thinking the same but he remained in place: “It leaves some room for improvement.”

Pft, you thought it was quite good. “Perfect, now into the tub with you, sink all in.”

San gave you a last glance before slowly walking over, you took a last sip before joining his side. The bathtub felt like a lottery win, you were both surprised to see this apartment had one even large enough to fit the both of you in. Your boyfriend slowly got into the water and sighed.

“This feels nice,” he admitted and you knelt next to the tub, playing a little with some of the pedals. San was looking at you, admiring your face quietly when your eyes met. “I am not getting in with you just yet,” you hummed. “A little patience, handsome. We have to take care of those shoulders first. I told you.” 

You moved and grabbed the massage oil but wanted to give San a few moments to relax in the water first. “Now, promise me not to always be so reckless, I know you and Wooyoung love to do those challenges but try it with going for who can eat more next time.” 

There was a little scold needed before you placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “Okay, if you feel good, relax a little forward.”

You rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and used plenty of the nicely smelling massage oil, gaze following how the waterdrops were running over San’s back as he slowly sat up.

“I will try, I just can’t change it. He’s so good at making me do those silly things.” When you carefully placed your hands on his shoulder, he winced just from all the tension that built up there. Now, you weren’t really an expert on massages so you would keep it simple, focusing on the shoulders and just the lower part of the neck. You watched a few videos a while ago about what not to do.

Your fingers worked slow and made sure not to ignore any of those knots in his shoulders. San was just sighing a little, slowly relaxing as you went on. By the time you reached his neck, his eyes were closed, and he just sat comfortably enough for you to reach him easily. One of your hands let go of his neck, fingertips very gently brushing over his shoulderbone, making him shiver and slightly opening his eyes.

“Feeling better?” you whispered and received a small nod in response. “Much better, thank you,” his voice was a little husky but before he could turn his head to look at you, lips were pressed against his shoulder 

“Is that also part of the massage?” he teased and you looked up. “Mh, I’d more call it active testing of how relaxed you are. There still might be some stress we have to release.” It was nice how easy San was to bare his neck for you when kisses started to trail along it and as tempting as it was to leave a mark just to see him blush about it later, you decided not to. 

Well, it was enough time to make him grin, but before you knew it, his strong arm was around you and pulled you into the water with him. There was a small splash, wet clothes clinging to your body but you only could breathe when lips already crashed onto yours. 

His tongue gently pushed in and you allowed for them to play a little, tugging on his hair when your longs needed some air. The moment your eyes met, you knew that San wasn’t patient anymore.

“Time to make sure that you also get to relax a little,” he breathed to your ear after pulling you closer.

[yelenasdiary]

Hi

For the Flufftober would you like to write a Yelena Story where reader was having a bad day and comes home from work. And Yelena comforts reader and cuddle time with Fanny. 💖

Home of Love || Flufftober

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader 

Summary: Yelena cheers you up after coming home from a bad day at work with plenty of cuddles and snuggles from Fanny

Fluff | Slight Angst | 0.9K | No Warnings |  

Translations: idi syuda, lyubov' (come here, love)

AC: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am a SUCKER for soft, fluff Yelena! Also, Netflix kept showing me the poster for the movie mentioned in this and I thought it was cute to include it, I hope you enjoy!! 

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Fanny perked up from the sofa when she heard you wiggle the keys in the front door. "Mommy is home!" Yelena teased the pup as she wagged her tail waiting to see you again. For her it felt like years since you left this morning for work while Yelena relaxed after only getting back from a mission a few days earlier. Yelena waited with a soft smile to greet you as you walked through the shared home but quickly dropped her smile when she saw the pouting frown on your lips. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" She walked over to you and wrapped you in her arms, your head resting on her chest hearing her heartbeat. "I had a terrible day at work" you said, "I just wanted to come home as quickly as I could" you added as tears started to fall. "Shh, it's okay, you're home now" Yelena placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, and you shook your head against her chest. 

Yelena held you tighter in her arms and rocked slightly left and right as you let your built-up emotions from a day at work out, one hand rubbed your back while she whispered sweet nothings that always made you feel better. "Fanny and I have been waiting for you anyways" Yelena smiled softly as you gently pulled away, "Is that so?" You looked at her as she wiped your tears, "Fanny said she wanted to watch a movie but I said we should wait till mom got home" she explained causing you to chuckle at her playful words, "And what would that movie be, Fanny?" You turned to the fur baby that was waiting patiently for her turn for cuddles and pats. 

"Scooby-Doo" Yelena said as if Fanny was speaking, you chuckled again as you gave the dog a nice stretch behind her ears and a kiss between her eyes, "are you guys that isn't just you wanting to watch live action movies of cartoons again?" You cocked a brow at Yelena. "What? No, never! I have no idea what you're talking about" she smirked playfully. 

Already the stress and issues from work for fading from your mind as you looked between the two things you loved the most, Yelena and the fur baby you shared with her, Fanny. "Well then, let me go take a shower and get into something more comfortable" you said as you kicked off your work shoes. "I'll get the snacks!" Yelena pulled you closer to her, "got em" she smirked once again. You laughed at her poorly made joke and kissed her tenderly. 

"You know there's more than one movie, right?" She smiled against your lips before pulling away. You cocked a brow at her once more, "Hey, it was Fanny's idea, not mine" she joked. Fanny barked at the mention of her name, "that's right girl, you tell mom how much you want to watch both movies" she adds while looking at Fanny. 

"I have two children at this point" you chuckled, "Go shower and then we can cuddle on the sofa with snacks" 

"I thought you already got them" you smirked, "that's for later when Fanny is asleep" Yelena winked playfully before you made your way to the bathroom. 

When you returned after a relaxing shower and slipping into one of Yelena's hoodies you saw she'd propped the sofa with a throw blanket, extra cushions, some of your favorite snacks on the coffee table and the movie ready to be played. Yelena came into the living room with a mug of hot chocolate for you and placed it on the coffee table before she got comfortable on the sofa. 

"idi syuda, lyubov'" she said with open arms, you didn't think twice about it and made yourself comfortable beside her, resting your head on her chest once again. She wrapped her arms around you and pressed play. "Fanny! Cuddle time" she called out and before you knew it the pup jumped onto the sofa and wiggled herself between Yelena's legs, resting her head on her knee and watched as the animated dog came up on the screen. 

"See, I told you, she wanted to watch it" Yelena whispered as the two of you took in the sight of the dog watching the tv, "you've trained her well" you replied with a soft smile, "Thank you for this baby" you added before looking up at her. 

"You deserve it, you work hard, and I don't like seeing you come home upset. You're too pretty for that" she replied and kissed your forehead. "You should tell my boss that" you joked. "Oh, I will. I'll tell the world how beautiful my sunshine is. She probably looks like an old hag, right?" 

"Your words, not mine" you chuckled and snuggled into her more as you pulled the throw blanket over the three of you. The rest of the evening you watched both Scooby-Doo movies and to your surprise, Fanny did sit for the entire time and watch both movies. Yelena however did fall asleep while tracing random shapes on your arm but you liked hearing her faint snores and the protective feeling of her arms around you.

It never mattered how bad or long your days at work were, you always got to come home to the warm love your little family gave you every single day.

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[jazz-the-writer]

Drunk Nights & Desperate Kisses

Mafia Maid Service short Story -Bang Chan NSFW-

this was originally named Drunk Mafia chan Idea in my drafts and there were like 2 comments demanding another chapter for this on AO3 is why I am posting this. For my fic's I think if goes without being said they're explicit and mature content only? idk I see warnings on other fan fic posts and I never really do that for my stuff cause I wanna say for the most part you kinda have to be looking for my stuff to find it... anyway if you haven't read my fics before

text like this means they're speaking in korean.

He gets home late one night drunk aF and all he wants to do is stuff his face in her chest and bitch about how all the guys were annoying and all he wanted to do was come home and stuff her with his cock, but he’s too drunk and emotional and all he wants now is to cuddle her and breathe in her scent and listen to her heart while she plays with his hair and he only gets like a demanding five year old when he’s drinking.

The sound of a loud pounding on the door is what woke me up. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, the warm shower I took after cleaning the house is what made me feel cozy enough in my pajamas. I had planned to watch a movie while he was gone and the screen was still. Not even ending credits were scrolling it was just suggestions for the next pick. The pounding in the door sounded louder and that was when I stumbled out of my seat and went for the door. A chilly wind from outside waking me up more as I saw Chan with his arm slung over the shoulders of another man. He was quiet and to the point, asking if I could take care of the rest, as he handed Chan off to me. After the door closed I couldn’t help the squeak of surprise at the feeling of Chan taking a deep breath in at my neck. He seemed heavier in his drunken state, pressing me against the door, nuzzling into my neck.

“Smells’o good”

“I think it’s best if we get you to bed”

I honestly tried, practically begged him to let me take him to bed. Some way or another he kept finding a way to change our course. He’d lick at my neck or grab at my backside while I stumbled to take him to his room. Instead he lead us to the couch, sitting in my spot and tugging me on top of him, he pulled me in and kept taking in deep breaths. I had tried my best to hold back the noises as he traced over my chest with his lips and tongue. The nights had gotten hotter and tonight was especially hot. He made it difficult to avoid his mouth and the thin pajamas I had on were no help. It was when his teeth bit into my skin that I let a whine out and bucked my hips into his.

“Tha’s M’good girl”

“Chan please”

It was no use, my body betrayed me, he had me whining and moaning as he marked me. His lips were a dark pink from all that he had done. I only saw them after he pulled away from another mark he’d left. My eyes teared up and I was whining for him to stop. He stared up at me with his glossy eyes. why did he look so innocent?! He had been anything but innocent with his mouth. His tongue had left a trail that I was still trembling from. Here he was staring up at me, begging me to fold, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to his warm mouth. He was so needy, his hands gripped at me tighter, while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way. I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip, his hands grabbing at me, he was pulling me in closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his hips, he tasted like liquor, I’ve only seen him drunk a few times before this. He didn't usually go out drinking, at least not that I had noticed, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The first time was before we had sex, he had stumbled into my room and shook my bed, he had begged me to make him some ramen. Looking back at the memory it was very obvious that he had been staring at my body. He was even a little overly thankful like a five year old when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Hugging me while he nuzzled his face into me repeatedly saying’ thank you’. It made me giggle back then. His needy and sloppy kiss is what pulled me back, an embarrassing string of saliva connecting us, after pulling away from him my hand quickly went up to wipe at my mouth. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me swallowing the desperate whine I let out, and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that baby girl. M’not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected. It felt like there was a prominent shift in the dynamics, he seemed more demanding and less focused, there was a more primal urge to him.

“I don’t care, I just- I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, he was more unfiltered and his grip so much tighter. He was more unpredictable, forcing a small gasp from me as he gripped on to me and stood up, he was mostly steady for the walk and I tried my best to not distract him. My arms were around his shoulders, before he found the small hallway table and dropped almost everything off to set me down and mouth at my neck. His fingers traced over my thighs while he bit down onto my neck and left sloppy marks on me. It wasn’t long before he picked me up again and forced another squeaky noise from me. The walk to his room was more of a stumble as he fell to the bed on top of me, tugging off my clothes as best he could, he was surprisingly more impatient and whiny when he got like this. The last time he got like this I ended up with most of my clothes undone and his head pressed flush to my almost naked chest. He had laid his body completely on me and his arms were around my back while I held him and played with his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not by the drool he’d left on my skin when we woke up. It hadn’t bothered me, I had no idea how cute I thought it was until I was giggling to myself while I wiped it away with my shirt. The next thing I knew I was the one walking out looking messy while he made breakfast in just his tank top and sweats.

This was different, he seemed more interested in taking off more than he did last time, his mouth pressed a deep kiss to my lips before he slipped down to mouth more at my neck. His hands were more rough when he tugged at my clothes and gripped at my skin. I couldn’t help the small moans and whines from the delicious pain he left. He bit down on my hip before tugging at my shorts, there was a sting of pain and I heard the fabric rip as he pulled on them, his hands worked at the clothing before tossing it onto the floor. His warm hands soothed the sting of his harsh movements as he fit himself between my thighs. He hadn’t made it this far last time and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. His mouth felt warm, his tongue licked at me carefully, he seemed different now that he was between my legs. In my attempt at control I tried to hold back the small noises I made. His hand pressed flat to my abdomen and I could feel myself trembling at the feeling of his tongue inside me. His soft hair tickling my thighs, I couldn’t control the whine that left me, his mouth slowed down. A long drawn out moan leaving my throat, it felt like he was savoring the taste of me, my hands moved to hold him by his hair. His tongue slipping out to lick at my clit I couldn’t help the whining, the filthy noises his mouth made against me, I tried to stop myself. I desperately tried not to call out his name, his hands holding my hips in place, his tongue making everything so wet.. My hands hadn’t been in his hair long before he pulled away and bit down on my hip again. The familiar sound of his belt coming undone had made my skin go cold. His warm mouth finding mine in a filthy kiss, my taste still on his mouth, while his fingers pushed into me. He pulled away only to press his forehead into my collarbone before I felt his warm and heavy cock pushing into me.

“Fuck, m’so hard, baby I dunno if I can last long. You feelso good”

The moment happened so fast before I could process it. His teeth practically sunk into my collar bone, one hand slithering up my torso to gather my wrists and pin me down, one of his hands slid down to grip at my thigh. He had never been so forceful and it had me writhing in a dizzy mess of delicious pain. His hips rocked into me quicker, his mouth marking me while I continued to whine out for him, I was struggling to breathe. A loud smack in the air, the rough way he pulled away from me had somehow brought tears to my eyes. His gaze on me was glossy and he had slowed his hips almost to a stop. I felt overwhelmed and his gaze made the burning in my chest so much more intense. He watched as I gasped and struggled to move my hips toward his. I craved for his warm finish, he stared at me so intently that I couldn’t read him, even now his stare was blank and seemed like he was hiding something. His forehead pressed to mine as he pushed deep into me while I arched my hips into his. The brush of his lips on mine, the warm breath teasing me, he hadn’t kissed me in so long.

“Tell me what you want baby, can’t help if you don’t say anything”

I had not been above begging even so it was embarrassing to do so, I’d never admit to it, but I loved his kisses. There was no hesitation once he asked me to beg. In a desperate voice it was all I could to muster ‘kisses’, ‘want you’, ‘want your kisses’ all while whining and wriggling my hips into his. I could hear him but in the moment all I was focused on was the loud pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears. In my daze of pain and pleasure his low hum of ‘I love it when you beg Fr’me’ it didn’t take more than a few more thrusts. His thumb rubbed lazy and pressured circles into my clit while he drank in my moans and whimpers. In a high pitched whine I came all while he stayed close to me, his lips still close to mine after I gasped into his kiss. He had whimpered and trembled into me, his breathing shaky as he hid his face in my neck, only a deep sigh from me as I felt his warmth inside me. I trembled into him and I felt the sting in my wrists as I tried to get a hand free. He tightened his grip as he came, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing around him, he was still so hard inside. His grip fell away from me as he grabbed at my hips and lazily rolled to his back and brought me with him. My wrists felt sore as I pressed my palms to his chest. I couldn’t help it as I continued to tremble and rock my hips into him. My vision was blurred through my watery eyes and my chest heaving as I shakily laid on his chest. My body was spent, my muscles were on fire, the marks he made were what felt the most painful. He kissed at the top of my head and I nuzzled into his damp chest.

“I want you again” his words came out in a pant, before I could reply with how tired I was, he sat up abruptly. A whine of pain leaving me, my thighs burned, everything was still so sensitive. He had been so eager he didn’t realize how rough he had been with me until the moment he looked down at me. His fingers brushed over his marks on my neck and chest. The bruises on my thighs and wrists were still so fresh the skin just looked red and irritated.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He held my hand in his as I hid my face in his chest. Thinking of what to respond with when all I could remember is how much I enjoyed it. It was embarrassing to admit and say it out loud, but then he had me repeat it, the smug look on his face as he stared me down while I said ‘I liked it’ made me want to smack him. All the energy had left my body after everything we did together.

“I want you again too, but I’m so tired.” He pressed his forehead to mine with the same smug smirk on his face as he said ‘I can wait’. He’d rolled us around and fixed the sheets. I thought I’d have time to recover and his hand on my hip had been comforting until I felt his fingers spreading between my thighs. My abdomen was sore and I couldn’t help but rock into his fingers. I knew as soon as I felt his body inch closer he’d want to keep going.

What is he doing to me?

What am I doing with him?!

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Kay so this was a very short update. I wanted to do more but I feel like it’s good this way. Of course they had another messy morning and maybe Chan got lucky again who knows? All I know is that all they want to do is know each other, but one think keeps coming in between them actually making any progress, the fact that Chan is so secretive that all he can bring himself to share with her is his body. Y/n is too indecisive and the only thing she really knows is she wants him to have her in every way possible.

Ehh who knows.

There is most definitely an actual plan for a second chapter but it needs so much more work. This is so short but it still took me forever I’m sorry :,)

Also I’m trying to finish and edit a different story I’m thinking it’ll either be my Mafia Changbin or my artsy college boy Hyunjin. We’ll see. I hope this was enough for the two people that commented they wanted more. lol thanks for the comments and reads guys.

[toomuchracket]

Cocky d word Matty in a club bc all these guys in their early 20s are trying to make a move on you, but you’re always gonna stay loyal to your man. Matty doesn’t even intervene really- he just sits nursing his drink, chatting with friends as he watches you dance on the dance floor. You shake your head and dance away from a guy but he doesn’t take the hint. Before you can even look to Matty for help, he is excusing himself from the conversation he is in and making his way over to you. Matty tells the guy to do one. “That was very daddy of you, I must say” you tell him.

Adding to my last ask about d word Matty in the club. He smirks when you tell him that was ‘very daddy’ of him. “Oh yeah? You like your big strong protector boyfriend, princess?”. And you’re like FUCK YEAH IM GETTING IT GOOD TONIGHT. So you say into his ear “You know I do. None of those boys even come close to my man”. And Matty goes wild at the distinction and takes his role as Man very seriously that night

COCKY D WORD MATTY HELLOOOOOOOOOO god when he gets over the initial like panic that he's too old for you his narcissism kicks in to insane levels. but yeah, a group of you all go out and end up in the club living your best lives. at one point, your hype song comes on and the girls drag you away from matty to dance - he's watching you the whole time you're dancing about having the time of your life, thinking like "god she's so fucking gorgeous like that's my girl wtf how am i so lucky" (simpy) but lowkey also debating taking you home now so he can fuck you lol. anyway, as is the nature of clubbing, some Idiot Men shuffle up to you and the girls and start dancing near you. at first, you don't acknowledge them at all, just roll your eyes at each other and move away from them (matty sees you do this and giggles to himself as he takes a sip of his drink); one follows you, though, even after you literally turn round and say "not interested", and still lingers even after you've said "literally FUCK OFF". matty's at your side within seconds, arm around you protectively like "you alright, darlin'?" - you turn to kiss his neck, literally in full view of this random guy, and matty just looks him dead in the eye and says "why the fuck are you still here? my girl told you to do one. on you go, move on". and matty's jaw is tensed, you can feel all the muscles in his body taut, and he wraps both arms around you both romantically and protectively; basically, he's hot as FUCK right now. the guy scoffs and leaves, and matty smiles sweetly at you like "how you feeling, sweetheart?", and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly before you say "feeling like i just saw you be extremely daddy there, honestly". one of matty's hands slides down to rest on your bum as he smirks and whispers (like you said) "oh, you liked me being all protective, princess? your big, strong boyfriend keeping you safe from arsehole guys?", and you're like "mmm, like it a lot. you're the best. not one of those boys could EVER compare to my man, my gorgeous man, love of my life". something in matty just shifts; even in the poor lighting of the club, you can see his eyes darken, and he kisses you so passionately you feel lightheaded before murmuring "gonna let your man take you home and make you feel good, princess?", and you whisper "yes, daddy" directly in his ear before DRAGGING him out to the taxi rank to go home. when you're in the house, matty's taking every opportunity to show you how much of a man he is, carrying you to bed and going down on you for aaaaaages before fucking you HARD - but really, the most Manly mature thing about matty is the aftercare, which is always good but especially thorough after a rougher d word session such as this. shower, cuppa, cuddles and so many "i love you"s and "thank you"s until you both fall asleep (aching lol) <3

[creampill]

hey cream :) its turning autumn where i am and im in such a cozy mood. could i request some hcs for what you think it would be like to live in a cute little cozy cabin with sova? obvs feel free to ignore if this isnt ur kinda thing !! take care <3

ISN’T MY KIND OF THING????!???!????? this is EXACTLY MY KIND OF THING.

GOD. TO LIVE IN A SWEET LITTLE COTTAGE WITH SOVA IS THE DREAM. ahem. anyways onto the hcs

Sova/Reader - Cozy Cabin HCs!

- mornings with him would be wonderful. He wakes up quite early usually, either to hunt or tend to the property or get ready for the day (whichever is applicable for your situation ;))

- make no mistake though, he is a morning cuddler. If you’re both awake early, you’ll cuddle on the couch while eating breakfast or in a little window nook. If you sleep late, he will happily join you in bed and wake you up with kisses and little hums of your name.

- the KING of breakfast in bed. Mans can cook and mans loves to spoil you!!! This goes both ways, make him food and he will loose his mind, but it isn’t often that you wake up before him.

- during the bulk of the day, he is either working or doing chores or something else. He likes to be active during the day.

- oh, and, prepare for strong man hot boy moments. the wood-chopping thirst-trap yknow ;))

- he is always warm too, so in cool autumn he will be your personal Sova-shaped heater !

- he doesn’t work every day, but he does do manual labour stuff in town to help out with the bills. If you have a job in town too you probably commute together.

- SPEAKING OF IN TOWN I have this image of my brain if you and Sova grocery shopping. Soft domestic moments and doing menial things together is a love language of his.

- when it turns to afternoon and he has nothing to do, he usually reads. He loves history and folklore, and if you’re an avid reader you have a little library you both add too.

- He reads in both English and Russian, and if you have a language you speak other than those two, he would try to learn that, too.

- also, you have pets. Sova is a cat person in my eyes, but he loves all animals. Afternoons are perfect pet cuddle time.

- he likes to hold you and watch the sunset with you <33

- if one of you will be home late, the other will take to making dinner. Again, food-making is one of his love languages!! Also, please come up behind him while he’s cooking and hug him. his heart will melt

- if he’s feeling especially sappy, he would dance with you. A slow song playing in the background, his hands on your waist and yours around his, foreheads together as you gently sway to the music….. bliss.

- he’d shower with you if you wanted. Mutual hair-washing time!! It isn’t even about being naked, it’s about the intimacy and closeness of it. Taking care of one-another.

- unless he has something he’s working on, he goes to bed at about the same time. He often urges you to go to bed at a reasonable time, and will lure you in with cuddles.

- falling asleep with your head on his chest and your hand in his is his perfect way to be.

[harley-sunday]

Maxiel Heist AU

Originally posted this on the sideblog but figured it might as well go up here. Wrote this in one go because I needed some sort of Maxiel robbery/heist AU in my life. There's a more elaborate fic in here somewhere but for now I hope you enjoy this drabble/set up (1.7k) even though this is not what I normally write at all. Also, I know this is not factually accurate but...

The thing is- Max Verstappen likes to be prepared. Likes to leave nothing to chance, likes to plan ahead, and likes to know exactly what to expect at any given time. 

Which is why, from Monday to Friday, his days are pretty much carbon copies of each other. He wakes up five minutes before his seven AM alarm, gets up, showers, and puts on his clothes - a dark navy suit with a white dress shirt and a pair of brown leather shoes that he only wears for a year before he replaces them. The same goes for his suit by the way. Every year, during the mandatory break his boss makes him take between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, he goes to the same tailor he’s been going to ever since he started his job two years ago and gets a new suit and ten new dress shirts. Last year his sister went along and pressured him into buying a navy tie she said would bring out the color of his eyes but that still lays of course untouched in the back of his closet somewhere.

Max still styles his hair the same way he's done ever since he was old enough to do it himself and then puts on the same cologne he’s used since he turned eighteen, when his sister gifted him a bottle of Tom Ford Azure Lime for his birthday, which, unlike the tie, he does like. He kisses his, barely awake, boyfriend of two years goodbye before he heads to the kitchen and makes himself the same breakfast he’s been having ever since he moved out of his mother’s home. Two pieces of toast with a slice of cheese on each and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Simple, but it does the trick.

Once he's had breakfast, he tends to his two cats, Jimmy and Sassy, who get some cuddles before Max changes their water, tops up their bowls with some cat food, and cleans out their litter boxes. He always checks his weather app right as he grabs his car keys, to see if he needs to bring his coat, before he heads out the door and takes the elevator down to the parking area of his apartment building and fires up his Porsche 911, a birthday gift from his boyfriend when he turned twenty-five last year. He drives out onto Fremont Street at exactly seven fifty because leaving early only means he’ll spend more time at work than he intends to and leaving late means he’ll be stuck behind a school bus most of the way. 

He’s been working as a financial advisor for the past year, moved up through the ranks pretty quickly once the bank’s manager saw his potential and made him his protegé. Max is still not sure the regional manager, a certain Dr. Helmut Marko he's only met once, agrees with this decision, but then again Max doesn't really care what the weird old Austrian guy has to say. He won't be working here much longer anyway.

The branch of Wells Fargo he works at is on the smaller side, ten or so employees in total, located on the outskirts of a mall in one of the city’s more wealthier suburbs, but Max likes it. Likes how, even though he meets different clients throughout the week, there still is a certain familiar rhythm to his day. He knows that when he gets in at eight-fifteen, Damian, the security guard, will greet him from behind the morning newspaper with a curt nod and a, “Morning, Mr Verstappen.” Knows that Bea, one of the bank tellers, will be standing at the coffee machine in the break room and will either complain about the weather or the traffic she was faced with that morning, while Portia, the other bank teller, will have her hands folded around a mug of steaming hot tea and nod in agreement. He doesn't care much for Bea or Portia, the two middle aged women far too nosy and invested in his private life for his liking, and so Max sticks to smalltalk mostly.

The thing is- Max Verstappen likes to be prepared. Likes to leave nothing to chance and likes to plan ahead.

Which is why his first client of the day always comes in at eight forty-five, because Max knows by now a meeting usually takes no longer than fifty minutes, and knows not to schedule another meeting right after because there’s a coffee break at ten. And because he of course doesn't drink coffee he takes a Red Bull instead. The first of four he'll have throughout the day- Five if it's the weekend.

His next meeting is always at ten-thirty and then another one at twelve, allowing for a lunch break at one. Max gets made fun of by Bea and Portia, and sometimes Damian too, because his lunch is just as varied as his breakfasts - a tomato soup and a carpaccio sandwich from the bodega around the corner he has been buying ever since he started working here. After a month of ordering the same lunch, Andy, the shop owner, stopped asking Max for his order and simply made sure he had his food ready to go at one o’clock. 

By now he also knows that the hours between one and three are relatively calm and that Bea and Portia have come to take turns going outside for a short walk after their lunch break, leaving only one teller out front for about half an hour at a time. Every day at exactly one-fifty, Damian disappears for ten minutes or so, for his after-lunch toilet break. On Thursdays there’s a Brinks truck that comes in at two to pick up the money deposited to the bank the week prior and Max knows that even though technically Damian should be present for the exchange, the Brinks’ guys know their way around the building and usually finish up before Damian even comes back.  

Max schedules his third client of the day at three, leaving him some time to catch up on emails and administrative tasks he thinks are the most dreadful part of his job. His last client of the day comes in at four and by five he’s ready to head home and settle into his evening routine of a workout, a shower, dinner, and some Fifa or Call of Duty on his Playstation before he goes to bed at ten. His days blend together seamlessly, his almost every waking minute accounted for in a carefully constructed regimen that he’s perfected over the years. 

The thing is- Max Verstappen likes to be prepared. Likes to leave nothing to chance.

Which is why it is weird that at one-fifty two on a random Thursday afternoon in November he remains seemingly calm when three masked men walk into the building and try to rob the bank, disturbing an otherwise quiet afternoon. Portia panics and starts screaming before they shut her up by gagging her and tying her to her chair in a haphazard way. Before Christian or Max have time to respond, two of the men make their way to Christian’s office while the other one barricades the door to the staff bathroom, locking in Damian. Christian gets held at gunpoint and is made to open the safe that holds the money Brinks is supposed to pick up in eight minutes. Christian tries to tell the men he doesn’t have the code, that only Brinks can open the safe, and for a moment it looks like the robbers believe him but then one of them catches Max’s eye and throws him a wink before he cocks his gun, puts it against Christian’s temple, finger on the trigger, and says, “Didn’t your momma teach you not to lie, boss?” 

It’s then Max remembers he’s supposed to have pushed the panic button located on the side of his desk the minute these guys walked in and he does so at one fifty-six, right as Christian gives in and opens the safe. He watches in silence as at least four or five bags filled with bank notes get taken out of the safe and get put into a large black duffel bag that one of the guys hoists onto his shoulder. Just as quickly as they entered the men start to retreat but not before one of them points a finger gun at Max and pretends to shoot him. Max doesn’t say anything and waits until the men have disappeared before he rushes to Christian who tells him to check on Portia first. 

Max knows it will take another two or three minutes before the police arrive and later he’ll explain to them that he blacked out for a second, too shocked by what was going on to think logically and apologizing for not pushing the button sooner. The detective he gives his statement to will nod and tell him, “Don’t worry, son. It’s hard to predict how we will act in stressful situations.” Max has to bite his tongue to not tell the detective that, “I of course knew how I was going to react.” 

He spends longer than he wants talking to the police, repeating his statement over and over again, his dinner a box of Chinese takeout one of the officers picked up for him and the detective. 

The thing is- Max Verstappen likes to be prepared. 

Which is why, when he finally makes it home later that night he can’t help but smile when he finds his boyfriend standing in the kitchen, whipping up what looks to be like a late-night snack. Max sneaks his arms around Daniel's waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder, voice raspy from talking all evening, "Hey."

"Hey," Daniel replies, putting his hand over Max's where it rests on Daniel's stomach and intertwining their fingers. "You had a good day at work?"

Max scoffs but chuckles, "I did."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Max echoes, letting go of Daniel so he can spin his boyfriend around and finally kiss him. With his lips still ghosting over Daniel's he returns the question, "Did you?"

Daniel pulls back a little, eyes darting to the living room where Max knows there's a now-empty black duffel bag hidden away somewhere, and points a one-handed finger gun at Max, clicking his tongue to mimic the shot, "I did."

[tigertofu]

(Just wanted to say first of all, Handsome in an Ugly Way was the first gta fic I read when I got back into the fandom and it was, and still is, the best gta fanfic I’ve ever read, along with all of your other fics. They’re all perfect!)

Anyways! If you feel up to it and have the time, would you mind doing the DVD commentary thing for this part-

“He dismissed you with a wave of his hand.

You pursed your lips. Considered saying something. Considered taking up his offer to cuddle, even though your feet were itching to run you back home. But you kept your mouth shut, turned heel, and left.

You softly clicked the trailer’s front door shut behind you. Head bowed, you took a second to collect yourself. A breeze passed over you, chilling the lingering sweat and saliva clinging to your face.

The beginnings of regret simmered in your stomach. Maybe your fantasy should’ve remained a fantasy—just a foolish little daydream you could entertain yourself with when bored at work or in bed. Maybe you shouldn’t have let Trevor work you over so easily. Maybe you shouldn’t have let him fingerfuck you; shouldn’t have let him have his way with your mouth. He definitely hadn’t washed his hands before touching you. You shivered. You needed to shower. ASAP.

You started your walk home, eyes still pointed down at your shoes as you crossed over the rickety front porch.

Despite the feeling of dirtiness inside you, that magnetic pull still existed. If anything, it had grown stronger; you couldn’t deny it. You replayed Trevor’s frantic declaration of love in your head, and your heart tripped over itself.

You hoped he wasn’t mad at you now.”

(💕💕💕 !!! im always kinda surprised when ppl tell me they liked Handsome In an Ugly Way sm cuz i wrote it just to be disgustingly self-indulgent 😅 but im glad to hear u like it !! srsly im honored, TYSM 🙏🙏🙏)

ok so this was from chapter 1 (sad that my memory is so shit i had to look up what chapter this came from)). chapter 1..... i was (still kinda am) experimenting w/ my writing style in this fic. me and looooong sentences have a love/hate relationship so i like forced myself to reserve the longer sentences for the more ~significant~ parts. that's why "Maybe your fantasy should've remained a fantasy — just a foolish little daydream you could entertain yourself with when bored at work or in bed." is the longest here cuz ooh i wanted that shit to have Weight

now smth that ive always been drawn to exploring/writing abt in my fics is, like,, the reservations one might have after realizing theyre attracted to trevor. cuz like cmon. ik that if i personally were in this situation irl i would be RIDDLED with confliction. like that clashing of "ohhh, i shouldnt.. he smells like death and is literally a murderous meth addict who recreationally shits behind dumpsters" with "oh but hes so hot why is he so hot" is just so ripe with interesting implications and the potential for storytelling. and drama the DRAMA

hm also. ive worked v hard to keep Reader going down this path in this fic w/out it becoming TOO similar to Kacie's story. like yes Reader is still mildly scared of him (("You hoped he wasn't mad now.")) but she isnt pissing her pants over it, and he is not being Too Terrible to her.. that may change a bit as the story progresses and she learns more abt him tho....

another thing: i wanted to immediately give smth for Reader to latch onto, to fuel her lil crush and make it clash even harder w/ those "oh i shouldnt. i rlly shouldnt" feelings, hence trevor's "I love you" during their first hookup (and just cuz yk. he totally would). hes just so charming 🥰🥰🥰

ty again for sending this in !! 💞💞 i hadnt read this bit of this fic in a long time so it was fun going back over it like this :D

[madewithspice]

Hi! Can I please have a matchup for AOT?

Name- Eiji Age- 18, Height- 5’7” and slim, Gender- demi-boy / non-binary / boy, Pronouns- they / he, Sexuality- the guys, Mbti- INFP

Likes :D

Playing video games (games in general), stickers, dogs/puppies/kittens and other animals, flowers, sweets, long hot showers, cuddling, comfortable silence, feeling protected, sincerity, being wanted/needed, laughing, kisses, hugs (from behind especially omG), listening to music alone (metal/deathcore/pop/punk/alt/rock), giving/receiving gifts, good and smexy pefume/cologne scents, surprises, inside jokes, terms of endearment, pillow forts, assertiveness, sunsets, late night adventures, quiet nights at home, staying up late, good manners, massages, good sense of humour, being competitive, staying inside on rainy days, endless conversations, fun teasing, winning, babysitting/playing with cute kids (it’s my side thing aside from my part-time job haha), decorating and planning for birthdays, making others feel appreciated, amusement/theme/water parks, Halloween, cosplay/costumes, spending time alone.

Dislikes >:O

School/studying (but I do it anyway), deadlines, clinginess, feeling insecure/nervous, being talked over, super crowded places, experiencing gender dysphoria, feeling useless, fake people, awkward silences, arguing, weather that’s too hot, uncleanliness, small talk, being forced to do something I don't wanna do, being forced to spend time with people I don't like, being put under pressure, messes, being around people for too long, getting lost, being late, feeling bored, rejection, spoilers, socks with sandals, swearing too much, having my picture taken, pushovers, toxic masculinity, public speaking, cooking, douchebags, people who are too strict/serious, crying in front of anyone

Other :)

I would say that I’m kind, very empathetic and the type of person that people feel they are able to confide in. You’ll probably see me as quiet before you get to know me, and I am pretty shy to be honest, so it does take a minute for me to open up. But once you get to know me, it's different. Internally, I’m emotional and sensitive but I’m not used to expressing it outwardly, and I think that can cause me to sometimes be mistaken as aloof or unwelcoming from afar. I don’t think I’m very good at hiding my negative feelings around other people– I can be very moody and serious when I’m not mentally well. I just have the most intense and overwhelming emotions EVER, and it’s really difficult, but I just need to feel somewhat understood and given space to deal with the stuff in my head. I tend to have a few close friends, but most of the time I end up sticking with my one fave person. And I don't make friends often, but when I commit to someone, you know it's real and meaningful. You also don't want to get on my bad side. 😀 😑 If I don't like someone, I won't necessarily show It, but I won't exactly make the effort to hide it either. And I don't pretend to like someone if I just don't. Whether I like to get out and do stuff or not depends on the people and everything– but of course I love to have fun! I'm creative and have a lot of ideas for things. Some things I struggle with are: anxiety, feeling insecure, asking for help, perfectionistic tendencies, staying grounded, getting tired/low energy easily, getting side-tracked and getting caught up in my own head. I'm just a silly little ball of intensity and sweetness I guess haha

O and here's a picrew for fun :)

Hi for AOT I match you with Reiner Braun.

Reiner might look super macho and tough but really he’s the biggest softie. When you both meet for the first time, you’re instantly judging him and he’s doing the same to you. It starts off a little rocky but once Reiner starts talking, you start to open up and suddenly the two of you are inseparable. You’re at each other’s beck and call no matter how late it gets. Late night drive? Let’s go. In need of cuddles? Coming right up.

Your first date with Reiner was at an amusement park where Reiner spent a shit ton on one stall because he was determined to win you the giant bear and refused to leave for anything else. Highlight of the night was when you won the round on your first go leaving the giant man stumped and claiming the game was rigged.

Reiner needs someone to lean on occasionally and you need someone to keep you grounded so who more perfect than the simp master. If Reiner ever feels unwell then his first instinct is to call you. He just needs you to come over and be present with him. And when you need Reiner on those bad days, he’s already at your door because he noticed a change in how you text him. He’s very observant like that and it’s what keeps you both grounded together.

- Kiki.

[callunasims]

Courtlandt Legacy | Part 16 - Outnumbered

It’s 5pm and all the babies are upset! While Caleb was working on getting David tucked in and telling him a story, one of the twins, Vanessa, began crying in the other room. Thankfully Daphne was on it, but the two of them are outnumbered and definitely have their hands full!

Hopefully they can get the babies settled so the two of them can enjoy the premier of their favorite TV show tonight! David drifted off after Caleb’s bedtime story and a little lullaby, and Vanessa settled down with a cuddle and a snack. Amanda also enjoyed her cuddles and snack while Caleb was busy making some dinner to enjoy with the show that evening. Though Caleb hates cooking and he can easily tuck into a plasma fruit or a plasma pack, he wanted to make sure Daphne had a nice hot meal to enjoy after caring for the newborns.

It was at this point, dear reader, that I realized they didn’t have a TV (yes that was a Bridgerton reference, so WHAT?). Anyway, they had about $1k in savings which I am very aware they were saving up to better their home but I believe a television fits in that category just fine! They bought a used TV off of SimsList and moved their desk in front of the TV for now so they’d have a nice spot to watch. Daphne also used the opportunity to adjust family photos, with their engagement and wedding photo by the TV, and a bigger space above the desk to give plenty of room for more pictures as the children grow.

They sat down for dinner to enjoy the Odder Things premier together. Just as they began to relax, Vanessa started to cry again. They should’ve anticipated the dirty diaper! And of course, right on cue, Amanda began to cry for a diaper change as well. Thankfully they had managed to finish their premier first!

Caleb’s paycheck came through right after, instead of tucking the television away, they decided to purchase a TV stand and put their desk back where it belongs. After setting the new TV stand up and tucking the newborns in, everybody headed to bed. Vanessa cried twice during the night for food and a diaper change but Amanda was rather unbothered by everything. Caleb kept getting up so Daphne could rest since she just gave birth, but the next night, she’s on duty!

It was nice of Caleb to do that, considering David woke up at 2am. Since Daphne leaves for work an hour earlier than Caleb, she decided that she’d take breakfast duty that morning. Poor David was so cranky after waking up hungry! He’s a little smelly this morning, but they’ll have to take this one problem at a time and food clearly needs to be first with a hangry little man.

She decided to help him try yogurt for breakfast that morning. Fingers crossed it goes well!

He ate the bite and said, and I quote ‘yummyyyyy!’ so he unlocked his first food milestone, and he enjoyed it!

She gave him a bottle to finish the rest of his meal, and then carried on getting ready for the morning, including a bath for David and then herself. He made sure to pee on Mom when she went to change his stinky diaper, but that’s why we do these things BEFORE our own showers. Or be smart moms and keep the winky covered with the old diaper while changing, but I digress.

While all this was going on, Amanda woke Caleb up crying to have her poopy diaper changed. Caleb was happy to get up that morning and give his newborn a snuggle. After she was all taken care of, she and Vanessa drifted off to sleep. Caleb got up to clean up the bathroom after Caleb’s bath and to get ready for the day himself. David was left on his tummy time mat to do tummy time on his own for a bit while his parents got something to eat and bathed. David was having a great time on his own with the mat!

Just as Daphne sat down with her breakfast, Vanessa began to cry. Before she could even get up, Caleb was there with his vampiric speed, feeding the baby. He’s really killing it with the whole ‘Dad’ thing! Since Caleb had a good hand on things, Daphne stepped outside to tend to their garden before heading to work. After all, it was Caleb’s main source of food, and a great help financially, too. Caleb went into the nursery to play with David and found him unlocking yet another milestone!

Daphne earned them $397 simoleons before even leaving for work that morning – the gardening is really paying off! It only got Caleb 3 more plasma fruit, so they may have to consider planting another tree soon. For now, though, they have two crying babies to care for. David has been awake for 6 hours without a nap and is demanding one – and a snack – before mom leaves for work. This will definitely take a load off of Caleb’s plate for the hour he is alone with all three of the babies.

Caleb’s dad instincts are strong – since the babies didn’t need him right now, he decided to play with Maybelle instead.

Daphne headed off to work so Caleb sprayed the garden for flies before heading off himself, leaving the kids with their daycare for the day. However, it is worth noting that there seems to be a bug… with getting rid of bugs. What is that, Caleb? Is your arm broken? Buddy.

The children got home with Daphne, and she and David had something in common – they were both exhausted. That’s what happens when you get up at 2am. Sorry David, but you’re going to have to stay up a bit longer to avoid that from happening again. While Daphne was taking care of Amanda and Vanessa, she passed out on the floor from exhaustion. Thankfully Caleb had just arrived home and could finish taking care of David while Daphne roused herself to do diapers and feedings for the girls. She has just enough energy to do that and get some food, then go to bed herself. She won’t be able to do her work task for tonight. Caleb is feeling great, though, and has plans to work on his programming skills for a while before bed. Thank goodness the twins are aging up tomorrow!

Due to their birthday coming up, they did have to spend a lot of their paycheck on prepping another nursery, but they had a bit left over to fix up the master suite bathroom, too. Daphne turned in for an early night (8:30pm, wow!) and Caleb sat down at the computer once everyone was safely asleep to work on his programming skills.  

Tomorrow the girls will age up to infants, but before that, Daphne and Caleb will have to take their newborn family photos with each girl, and possibly Caleb’s infant photo as well. I can’t wait to see what these two girls look like!

[curiosity-killed]

Betrayed by my friend, my boss, and my favorite dance teacher all separately telling me that I should be gentler with myself and let myself rest >:(

[slutforben]

can we have nsfw headcanon for lost silver, glitchy red & Ben drowned (with he/they pronouns) please and ty

yeah sure let’s slut these characters out some more

i didn’t really focus on a masculine or feminine reader, i more so wanted this one gender neutral. also i kind of got carried away but it’s okay we all love some slutty killers am i right ?? right guys

also i only did ben and red, i wanted to do silver but this thing has been sitting in my asks for so long i just wanted to get it out anyway enjoy

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Ben:

- let’s get this cleared up first: ben’s a whore.

- ben’s the type of little shit to be in your friend group who flirts with everyone and their other friends, goes home with someone, and then hangs out with them the next day like he didn’t just commit cardinal sins the night before.

- i headcanon ben as a switch; sometimes he wants to take the lead, telling you exactly what to do and saying the most sinful things that make your heart ( and sex ) throb. he’ll be all over you, figuratively and literally; hands everywhere they can reach and squeeze, mouth and tongue anywhere they can bite and tease, and knees near any part of your body they can keep spread and accessible.

- other times, he’ll let you do whatever you wanna do. you wanna take the lead and make him your bitch for the night? sure, he’s already stripping. you wanna put him completely at your mercy, doing things to him that make him heave and twitch? go ahead, he thinks it’s hot as fuck. you wanna take your time with him, slowly touching and stroking whatever it is he’s begging for to be touched? go ahead sweetheart, whatever you do next is just gonna make him want more of you.

- or, do you want to take your time in a more meaningful way? do you wanna be all giddy and loving, with soft touches and gentle strokes to each other’s bodies, with lots of laughter and smiling faces when funny noises happen? do you wanna cuddle afterward and listen to him ramble about his games, or take a shower afterwards and ease him through it if he gets uncomfortable with the water? whatever you want to do, he’s open to doing it. in the end, ben just wants the both of you to feel good. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly prefers the sex where he can feel wanted and loved. don’t be too rough to his little heart okay?

- sometimes, ben doesn’t want to be a horny blowjob-loving sex fiend; sometimes he just wants to make you feel good then fall asleep or relax and just enjoy his time with you.

- he’s very vocal; he’s almost never quiet unless you specifically ask him to be. either he’s grunting and panting while he’s slamming into you, or he’s a moaning, teary-eyed mess when you’re having your way with him. he’ll do anything in his horny power to make you scream too; if you wanna be quiet, it’s just a game to him; motivation to stroke longer, bite harder, and talk nastier. he just wants to make sure everyone knows how good you make him feel, or how good he is at making you feel good.

- ben will never admit it, but he secretly wants to get caught during the act when it’s really REALLY sinful; the type of stuff that’ll make a sheltered nun have a stroke. he also hopes if it does happen, it’s someone who he can invite to join the party ;)

- basically, ben’s a whore who isn’t afraid to make it known. have fun trying to not get caught when he’s constantly trying to fuck you ( consensually of course )

- aftercare with ben is really nice; once you two are done with whatever you sinners are doing, he’ll check you over and make sure you’re okay, physically and emotionally, and get you anything you ask for. usually he’s got half empty soda cans and water bottles laying around his room, so you won’t be getting dehydrated anytime after. he’s also got lots of large, soft blankets and cute stuffed animals from various games and tv-shows. he’ll drag you to bed with him, put you in a death grip while he spoons you, and mumble into your hair about how much he loves you and how hot you are, but eventually start snoring and drooling everywhere. the drool is out of love, he swears.

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Glitchy Red

- red’s definitely a whore, but not as much as ben is, he’s much more low-key about it.

- he won’t go out of his way to embarrass you infront of people via flirting; instead he’ll come up behind you when no one’s looking in whisper in your ear how badly he wants to make out with you in that moment.

- he REALLY likes making out

- he likes making out more than having sex; his version of foreplay is seeing how riled up he can get you without taking any clothes off; he’s kind of like a horny teenager who wants to have sex but they’re too scared to actually ask for it, so instead they just make out and dry-hump.

- he also really likes dry humping, he thinks it’s one of the hottest things ever; he thinks it’s so entertaining, grinding against you while there’s fabric painfully in between both your bodies; he loves the desperateness and control that he gets when he’s grinding himself against your clothed sex.

- when it actually comes to sex, he’s really into quickies around the Manor, but he’ll still take his time with you in a bedroom if he feels like it.

- one of his favorite things to do is wait until everyone’s busy, wether that’s with missions or a party or whatnot, and pull you into a bathroom, where he’ll proceed to bend you over the counter and fuck you while he has a hand clamped over your mouth, then finish inside and send you back to your little buddies with sore hips and hickies all down your back.

- whenever you’re having sex in a bedroom, his mouth is on yours whenever there’s a chance; he loves to moan into your mouth while he’s stroking himself all over or into you. his hands will hold you into place with tight grips, and his voice will whisper sinful things into your ear when he’s not busy with your mouth or neck. did i mention he loves to give you hickies? cause he does, a LOT.

- he’s really loud, but in a different way than ben; red loves to whine and has really breathy moans; he tries to stay quiet and pretend that he’s all controlled and only doing whatever he’s doing for himself, but in reality he loves the affection and the actions, and can’t help himself but whine into your ear a little bit. he likes to act all tough, but when he’s getting really desperate to cum and really REALLY into it and starts to feel just a little too good, he can’t stop the whining and desperate moaning that spills from his throat, and the continuous “ iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou- “ that spill out. don’t make fun of him for showing the emotion and breaking the tough character he likes to play, he’s someone who wants affection and love just like the rest of us.

- you can return the “iloveyou’s “ during aftercare; usually red’s exhausted, he’ll probably fall on top of you and pin you down with his sweaty body, refusing to move now matter how much you complain about it. eventually he’ll give in, and check you over to make sure you’re okay and get you something if you need it, then he’ll force you to get all comfy in his bed and clothes and go clean himself up with a shower; he prefers to shower alone after the act, it helps clear his mind up and gets him out of the mindset he was in just minutes ago. when he comes back, he’s gonna throw himself on top of you, lay his head down on your stomach and pass out for god knows how long; good luck getting out of that boyfriend-sized death trap.

- red’s more into taking the lead during sex; you’ll have to try your hardest if you want him to submit even a little bit, and even if that happens, he’ll make snarky comments and tease you about how much better you’d be able to take his cock if you let him take the lead. it’s your choice, do you wanna give up and let him have his fun and boost his cocky ego, or do you wanna put red in his place with a few slaps to his pretty face? the choice is yours darling.

- he really likes hickies, he really likes dry humping, he really likes quickies and whoring himself out to his partner, he really likes being loud and dominant, and really likes to whine; basically red is just a horny teenage boy who knows too many people.

[ziee]

Yb(TeddyBear) x Reader

"Before I go, I wanted to get you something special." Your dad says, turning around to rummage in his bag. You watched his back in curiosity, wondering what he would have gotten his 22-year-old daughter. He was going on a business trip for about 2 weeks, but every time spent away from you, your dad always got you something. Mostly plushies, or some childish stickers. It started as a kid, your dad would always have to leave due to business trips, so it's kind of sweet he still does it.

"Tada!" He excitedly says, turning around while holding a large plush in his hands. In his hands, he held a rather large stuffed bear. It wore a black vest with a blue shirt, housing a rather cute black and white heart. It's fur was grey, with large blue eyes.

You smiled at him, thinking that the bear was incredibly cute for just being a stuffed bear. "Aw dad, he's so adorable!" You squealed, taking the bear from your dad's hands. He puffed out his chest in pride due to your reaction.

"I bought him in the cafe next to your work, they said he was one of a kind. I'm pretty sure he has a name too, check the tag." You rolled the tag on the bear's back around and looked at the tiny words. Your boyfriend- Peter!

"So your names Peter huh?" You smile and hold the bear to your chest. "Thank you dad, this is much better than those paw patrol stickers from last time." You playfully roll your eyes as your dad clutches his chest in a playful manner.

"You hurt me Y/n, I thought that was your favorite show." He fakes his painful expression as you laugh.

"Yeah, from like when I was 5!" You shout at your dramatic dad. Once the giggling fades, you move in to hug him. "Stay safe, ok?" You mumble into his chest. Your dad wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter in.

"I'll be back before you know it." He kisses the top of your head and lets you go, moving to enter his car. As he drives off, you wave goodbye. Returning your focus on the bear in your arms, you smile as you run your fingers through his soft fur. Entering the house, you make your way towards your bedroom.

Placing the bear on your bed, you settle him between your pillows before leaving the room. "What to do now.." You mumble just as your stomach growls. Food, of course. You hadn't even eaten breakfast. It was just 5 minutes past 9 AM. Your dad usually leaves early on business trips, so you wake up to say goodbye.

Entering the kitchen, you go to prepare some food. The day moves on as you do your usual activities on your off days. Clean the house, get some groceries, dread going to work the next day. You decided to try and relax, preparing a hot enough to melt your bones bath. Perfect.

You stripped in the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter before realizing you forgot one thing. Wrapping a towel around your nude body, you enter your room for a candle to light. You then notice how your bear was suddenly not on your bed. Your brows furrow as you stepped closer to your bed before feeling a soft plush under your foot. You yelp and scramble backward, tripping on your own feet before falling on your ass.

You moan in pain as your rub your pained butt, looking forwards at the monster that tripped you. It was.. Peter? "Peter? How did you get on the floor?" The window wasn't open, preventing the breeze from coming in. Even though you don't think a little breeze would knock over a plush bear. Your exposed legs closed as you move to crawl towards your bear.

In doing so, your towel got caught under your knee, pulling it down from your chest. There you sat, crawling towards your bear in the nude. You didn't really care, there was no one else but you home and besides, you walked around this house naked before. You got to your bear, taking hold of its.. Hot body?

Was it in the sun or something? His fur felt warm as well a pink tint on its cheeks. Maybe you just didn't see the pink outside. You stood up, holding the bear to your chest before placing it back on your bed. "Now you stay there, alright?" You say, pointing a finger at the grey bear before grabbing the items you need, making your way back to the bathroom.

The day went on with no more predicaments. You relaxed in your bath, ate as much as you wanted without annoying comments.. And soon enough the day was coming to an end. Changing into your pj's, you stripped once more in your room and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts.

Washing your face, you hopped back into your room and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down with your new teddy, you smiled before pulling out your phone. You brought the bear under your arms, looking as though you're cuddling it as you scroll through social media.

Eventually, you got tired and put away your phone on the nightstand. Turning off your light, you rolled over, away from the plush before falling asleep. As the clock reached 12, your bed suddenly bore new weight.

Your bear disappeared from view, instead, a man took its place. Beside you, the man silently watched as you slept. He wore the same as his stuffy counterpart, but with the addition of black pants. Blue eyes, almost suffocating, stared at your unconscious body.

Feeling his grin widen, so did his boxers. "Oh darling, I almost couldn't control myself after that show you pulled earlier.." He whispered as his hand ghosted your cheek, almost touching your warm skin before stopping himself. He got off the bed, making his way to the other side, towards where you've turned.

Leaning down, his face stood in front of yours. His breathing turned heavy as he stared at your face. Cheeks dusted with red blush, a large tent formed in his pants. Soon, the pounding of his cock beneath his clothes became too much for him. Growing annoyed, he figured he can just relieve himself while watching you..

The next day was busy. Having to get up early, get ready for work, and whatnot. Thankfully, the shift seemed to end quickly. Although you hate it when it gets super busy, it does make the time fly by. When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the shower.

Walking in your room to grab your pj's, you smile as you spot Peter on the bed. "Hi Peter, did you get lonely when I was gone." You asked the stuffed animal.

...

Why are you talking to a plushie.

After your shower, you flopped down on your bed. Grabbing the bear, you set him on your chest as you stared into your phone. Peter couldn't see your face but did feel your breasts underneath him. Rising up and down from your breathing, he watched you as scrolled endlessly.

The first week went by quickly, your routine being work, shower, lounge around. Maybe do some chores here and there, obviously you had a little more control when your dad was out, and do some snack trips.

All the while, every night when the clock hits 12, your little bear would turn into a 6'5 man. Who is awfully obsessed with you. He wishes you would take him everywhere, feeling anger every time you leave him on the bed. But it's to be expected, you still only know of his toy form. That would change this week.

Only having a week until your father gets home, he doesn't want to miss his chance to introduce himself. He doesn't know why he waited this long anyway, I guess it's just so fun to watch your sleeping face as he.. Uh, does his 'activities'.

As of right now, it was about 11:50. Just 10 more minutes. He could wait that long. You had already gone to bed, sleeping like an angel, but facing away from him. He grumbled as the clock took its time ticking.

But alas, it struck midnight. He stretched his stiff body, staying in the same position every day unless you readjusted him. He moved his weight off the bed, walking over to the side where you lay before kneeling down.

He smiled as he leaned in close, feeling your soft breaths through your nose on his. Watching you sleep was a ritual, but recording every detail of you was a way of art. The way your nostrils flared slightly as you breathed out, your lips growing dryer throughout the night, and your beautiful open eyes..

Opened eyes?

The first thing you usually woke up to was either your nightstand or the ceiling. Not a pair of large, blue eyes. Wait, blue eyes? You shot up, away from the strange man as you scooted to the other side of your bed.

"Who are you." You shakily spoke, feeling around the bed for anything you could use as a weapon. In doing so, you realize your bear is now missing. Your eyes now pierce the stranger on the other side of the bed, not daring to move as he stares at you. Wait a minute..

He looks familiar. His clothing reminds you of your bear. As well as his eyes.. And skin too?? "Peter..?" You whisper, furrowing your brows. His eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yes! I'm your boyfriend." He comes up on the bed, sitting in front of you as confusion racks your brain.

"Wait- Are you really my stuffed bear?" He nods. "But how? You're a stuffed BEAR! Not a human? Are you a cursed bear or something?" You look at his skin, trying to find any markings of curses or what not when he grabs your hands softly.

"I'm not cursed. I turn into a human at midnight each night." He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "You're really cute when you sleep." Bringing your hand up, he rubs his cheek against your palm, all the while as he stares at you.

Your mouth opens, flabbergasted at what you've just been told. Your bear can turn into a human. Each night. And he's been staring at you while you sleep?? "How come you didn't tell me before? You could have just woken me up."

"You're always so busy in the mornings, and I want you to get your beauty rest.~" He mumbles, rubbing his face into your hand. You let it happen, a bit weirded out but I mean, it is your bear. Your bear.. That saw you naked... MULTIPLE TIMES.

OH MY GOD.

Your cheeks suddenly flush, remembering all the times you've been naked in your room the past week. The first day burns into your mind. He takes notice of your blush, grinning as he guesses what you're thinking about.

"You know, I've seen your body so many times yet you have never seen mine." Great observation dude, this is the first time I'm learning about it too.

"What are you saying?" His rubbing stopped, seeing him lick his lips before bringing his head up. My hand falls onto my lap as he grins.

"If you want.. I could show you." He's offering to show you his body? Actually, you've never seen a man's body. In-person, of course. It's not like you haven't had boyfriends, but you never got close enough for 3rd base. This- your teddy bear is now offering to show you his junk.

...

You were a little curious.

"I've listened to the videos you watched, and albeit I'm still furious that you would look at other bodies while pleasuring yourself but, I've only ever heard male voices." Your face burned in shame. Completely forgetting most of the time that your bear was right beside you as you touched yourself, he was right.

Your history consisted of mostly guys jerking off. You just found it fascinating and fucking hot, how they came. The different ways they would touch themselves too, and their small groans of pleasure.. Thinking about this is getting you a little wet..

"Oh um well.." You didn't know what to say. 'Yes, I wanna see your dick.' ?? God you were such a virgin. He watched you with a smirk, watching as your eyes zoomed everywhere but his eyes. He could tell you wanted to say yes, but you were just too embarrassed. Cute.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hands and placed them on his chest. You let out a quick 'eep' as you felt his hard chest. Looking up towards him, his encouraging smile allowed you to run your hands over his shirt. Your hands were a bit shaky at first, but you kept telling yourself this was alright. It was your stuffed bear anyways.

Moving one hand down, you poked his belly button, making him laugh a bit. That seemed to ease you, moving your hands more freely around his chest. You got curious, wanting to see under the vest and shirt.

You inched your hands down, looking up at him as you do so. You flick your fingers under his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stared at you and grinned, allowing you to do so. "My, so eager.."  

"Shh!" You blushed as you lifted his shirt up. He took off his vest as you placed your hand just below his collar bone, holding up the shirt as your other hand cautiously touches his free skin.

His skin was cold, and grey. Flinching at your first touch, you watch in awe as his stomach clenches before relaxing. His belly button was small, a cute innie. Your hand moved up from his hips towards his nipples. They were a darker shade of grey than him, small as well.

You ran your fingers over his right one, instantly becoming hard from your touch. Your cheeks flushed with heat and color as he arched his back, pushing his chest out towards you. You softly pinched one, making him let out a soft moan. You immediately release his nipple and throw your hands up, shocked. His shirt fell after your hand left, as his eyes stared at you in confusion. "Did I do something wrong, darling?" His whispered voice made you want to writhe in excitement. You made a guy feel good! Even moan! Your fantasies were coming true, and oh boy were you gonna milk this.

"N-no.. I just got a little excited." You mumble, fanning yourself with your hands. His face morphed into one of pure delight, his cheeks dusted with the same pink as you. Lifting his hand up, he pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of your hands, placing your palm against his chest once more.

"Then by all means.. Continue to explore." You felt your legs twitch as you got even more aroused. Now with another free hand, you used both to play with his nipples. Twisting, flicking, pulling, all the while a large tent was forming under his pants. You wondered what it would feel like licking his nipples.. Should you- ask?

...

"Can I.. Can I lick them?" Peter almost creamed in his pants. Figuring you were too far though, he grabbed your waist and pulled you upon his lap.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours." He answered, begging in his head that you would do much more than lick his nips. You licked your lips as you stared at his swollen nipples, moving your head closer towards his chest before your mouth was almost touching one of them.

You opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue before giving a quick flick onto one of them. Peter's body flinched at the cold contact, creating a jolt of pleasure straight to his pelvis. You pulled his nipple into your mouth, twirling it around your tongue. He let out more moans, encouraging you to do more.

Softly biting into his skin, he continued to be at your mercy. You released him from your mouth, looking at the bite marks encased into his skin. You grinned, staring at his flushed face. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." You teased, trailing a finger around his abused nipple.

He smirked, deciding to say nothing but look down. Following his gaze, you suddenly realized that you were subconsciously grinding against his knee. You opened your mouth but closed it after not knowing what to say. God, how desperate were you?

"Didn't know you were so horny y/n." He let his shirt fall and grabbed your waist, moving you back and forth faster on his knee. You jolted and moaned, the feeling of someone else pleasuring you was far better than you expected.

"Mmm.. Oh god.." You clutched onto his shoulders as he swayed you, your shorts doing little to nothing in resistance, which you thanked. You jolted every time you moved, your breathing heavy as you felt nothing which you've felt before. You wanted more.

"Peter.. Do you wanna do it?" You moaned into his ear, still clutching onto his shoulders. He stopped moving you, softly pushing you off his knee and onto your back. Leaning over you, his wide blue eyes stared into yours. Rose dusted his cheeks as his tongue licked his lips.

"I've been waiting since day 1 to do this to you, darling." He leaned down, rubbing his head against your breasts. You bit your lip as your thighs trembled in anticipation. You could see his cock against his pants, trying to escape.

This would be your first time seeing a real cock. In person. Up close. And very, very, personal. He removed his head, touching his fingers against your shirt before pulling it off you. He stopped to admire, watching as your chest rises and falls, remembering the time he had sat there. God, you were so warm.

He moved down, pulling down your shorts. Easy enough, but he stopped at your underwear. Dragging his fingers over your clothed slit, you whined at the consistent pounding of your clit. "Patient love, like I have been.." He growled as he continued pushing into your clit. Due to how wet you were, your underwear soon became drenched at the constant pushing. He soon takes off your underwear, coming over you once more as he leaned down.

With the underwear in his hands, he takes a long lick up the cloth, sapping up all your juices. You watch, mouth agape. That was fucking hot. He smirked at your blinded reaction, too red to move. Throwing the panties on the ground, he pushed your legs up before spreading them apart.

Resting in front of you, it was now time for the grand show. "Are you ready to take me all dear?" He purred, reaching for his zipper.

"Yes! I want your cock inside me, please!" You cry, all the teasing from him was too much for your virgin self. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants, his cock almost protruding from his boxers. You breathed heavily as you stared at his erection. Such a pervert.

He brought down his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. There, his cock stood at full attention. "Is it- uh, always this big?" You gulped, seeing the size. He laughed, bringing a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb against your skin.

"Only when I see you, darling."

"Will it fit?" You question.

Like an idiot.

"Of course it will. Don't worry, you'll only feel a little bit of pain. If it hurts, I'll take it out, alright?" He promised, giving you an oscar worthy smile. You relaxed a bit, trusting him enough to stick it in you. Just like your doctor.

You breathed out and nodded, confirming you still wanted to do it. He positioned himself over you, his tip touching your entrance. "Just relax, alright?" He leaned down, giving you the first kiss of the evening. Your lips mushed together, you being a bit less experienced but still, it was romantic.

Pulling away left a string of saliva, turning you on even more. He stroked himself over your slit before slowly pushing himself inside. The tip was alright, but past that it started to hurt. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed, stopping him immediately. He nuzzled into your neck as you breathed, trying to relax.

As soon as you were ready, you nodded against his head. He kissed your shoulder before pushing himself further in. You breathed in and out, trying to relax. "I'm- in." He panted, resisting the urge to destroy you.

"Your so- b..big." You moan, clenching his arms. He chuckled, sweat growing on his forehead.

"Thank you dear, you're the perfect fit for me." He waited until you were alright, slowly pulling out as you gave him a nod. Pushing himself back in, you gasped. Continuing to do so slowly, pain turned into less pain before it turned into pleasure.

"F-faster." You moan into his ear. He complied happily, turning up the heat with his hips. The slapping of skin commenced in the room, panting and moans swirled around the 4 walls as sweat dripped.

His thrusts were hard, pushing himself in and out of your wet hole. His cock shone from your juices as he panted in your ear. Him being inside you excited you, but hearing his groans and pants? You thought you were already close to cumming.

His hands suddenly went to your hips, gripping into your skin as he pounded harder into you. Was he already close? His thrusts suddenly went wild, pounding into you harder and harder. You saw his thighs start to shake before he lets out a long, low groan.

Hot liquid shoots into you, leaving him blinded with pleasure. His hips go into auto as he pumps his seed into you, filling you up before he stops. Pulling out of you, a trail of liquids follows him out. Great, now you'll have to wash your sheets, but to be honest, that was far from your worries.

You hadn't even cum yet! You felt him all up, let him in and you don't even get to cum?? He lays next to you, panting. You watch as his breathing slows from hurried gasps. "Had fun?" You mumble, staring into his eyes.

"Yes, you felt amazing darling." He lifts himself up, before rolling to hover over you. You're trapped under his arms, smiling at what's about to happen. "Don't think I haven't felt your glares at me, I'll get you to cum too, dear~"  He smirks as he leans down, head before your entrence.

Is he gonna..? After he put it in?!

That's hot.

You grin as you felt his hands trailing your thighs before clutching onto them. You start to feel his breath on your clit, waiting in anticipation for what's to come. You squeal as you felt the first lick. His long tongue spreading along your whole slit. It's so wet and warm, mixing with his own cum. He doesn't seem to mind though, lapping it all up along with your juices.

You moan as he gets into it, taking your clit into his mouth as he sucks. Placing a hand on his head, you softly urge him into you further, making him suck harder. Biting your lip, you muffle your moans as he twirls your clit along his tongue.

You buck your hips into his mouth, your breasts bouncing along with your body. You place your other hand onto your tit, rubbing and squeezing your nipple. It seems to boost your arousal, suddenly getting more and more sensitive.

You jolt and tremble under his tongue, squealing as the pleasure overwhelms you. You squeeze your tit hard, pushing his head into you as you buck widely into his mouth. Crying out as you cum, you see white. When that fades, you're left dazed. Your hands move back beside your hips, sprawling out onto the bed as Peter holds his head up from his job well done.

Licking his lips, he smiles as he sees you passed out from pleasure. He cleans you up, putting yours and his own clothes back on before tucking you under the bedsheets. Just as the sun rose, he gets back into his usual position, beside you.

Your dad comes back after a week since the incident. Well, the 'first' one at least. "Y/n! I'm home!" You run downstairs to greet your dad, pulling him into a hug. "Welcome back dad." You smile.

"So, did you like the bear?" He asks as he sets his coat on the rack. You grin, nodding.

"He was great companionship!"