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invoncible · 3 months ago

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FAILSAFE ✧˚. 00 / PROLOGUE There's only a handful of people with the skillset to raise a gifted child.

knock, knock

Debbie stopped in her tracks. She just closed the door on a potential nanny who was, unsurprisingly, working for Cecil. Was he so desperate to keep tabs on her and her family that he would send these poor employees to wait at her door day in and day out?

She rolled her eyes as she turned around, walking back to the front entrance. He could send as many as he wanted. She wasn't going to budge—and she'd show him by sending away the next agent he put on her doorstep.

"Hi! I'm April Howsam, here for the nanny position?" The woman greeted cheerfully. "This is my aide, Y/N."

You peeked out from behind your mentor, offering a small wave and polite smile.

Debbie's tired eyes darted between you both but before she could put her foot down, April spoke up.

"Before we begin, you should know that Cecil sent us. Now, I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I think it's unacceptable to mislead a potential employer." April clutched her files close to her chest, her brows furrowing. "Especially one looking for someone to take care of their child."

Your gaze landed on Debbie's face, studying her shock with a hopeful heart. A moment of silence passed, but it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, rather... like an understanding was being shared.

"Please come in." Debbie stepped back, her eyes holding onto a shred of suspicion but clearing the way for you and April to enter her home nonetheless.

You both smiled at her as you shuffled in, the scent of a clean home infiltrating your nostrils almost immediately. Everything was in place—pillows, rugs, art... It was clear Debbie ran her home diligently.

The door clicked shut behind you, Debbie joining you in the foyer. April handed her the file with your resumes.

"As you can see, I have extensive experience working with gifted children ranging from newborns to late teens." April explained as you rounded the corner.

Your eyes lit up upon seeing the baby in question; the cutest little grape-colored boy crawling on the ground. Your lips broke into a smile, mouthing a little hi! and fluttering your fingers in his direction.

He raised his head to look at you, tilting in confusion slightly before crouching lower to the floor like a lion cub about to pounce. He pushed himself up to his feet and returned his efforts to his excursion across the living room.

"So you know that Oliver is..."

"Half Thraxan, half Viltrumite." April answered. "I also know that Nolan Grayson is Oliver's father, and your son, Mark, is Oliver's half-brother."

"You've been thoroughly briefed, I see." Debbie's eyes lifted off the pages in front of her to glance at you and your mentor.

"Yes, we have," April turned to you with a warm smile, reaching an arm around your shoulder and bringing you into the conversation.

"And—I'm sorry, what's the purpose for both of you?" Debbie asked.

"Thraxans are known to grow quickly. I can foster Oliver's learning and mental abilities just fine, but he'll need someone younger who can keep up with him should he want to play outside, for example." April gestured to you. "Which is where Y/N comes in."

"Ah." Debbie's head tilted in acknowledgment, her lips pursing in thought.

"While I don't have the experience April does, my whole life has been centered around taking care of kids." You piped in, glancing at April for reassurance. She nodded kindly.

Debbie raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"19." You answered quickly. Debbie's face fell just a smidge but you quickly continued, "Finished school at 16, spent the years since learning April's trade. You can rest assured I am well equipped to handle Oliver."

Confidence restored, if only a little bit, Debbie smiled. April waved to Oliver as he approached you.

"My philosophy on child-rearing is simple. Encourage a child's natural curiosity," April bumped your shoulder, handing you a teething toy and nodding towards Oliver. "while giving him structure and a safe space to grow."

You swiftly caught up to him, gently holding onto his wrist before he pulled out a pair of scissors from the plant pot. He whined, but you dangled the toy in front of him as a peace offering.

"How about this one?" You hummed. He grabbed it without any fussing, ditching the scissors. You watched him waddle away with a small smile and handed the scissors back to Debbie.

"I also play a mean lullaby on the ukulele." April joked lightheartedly.

Debbie sighed, putting the scissors away at a safe height before dropping onto the couch. "I appreciate your honesty. I just don't want a GDA agent in my house running interference for Cecil on how to raise Oliver."

"There's only a handful of people in the world with my skillset." April flattened her hand over her chest emphatically. "And I'm choosy with who I pass those skills onto. This allows me and my mentee freedom from government oversight. We work for you, Ms. Grayson. Not Cecil."

"You're the boss." You emphasized. Your attention was drawn to Oliver who was sat at Debbie's feet, toying with the teething ring.

"Mama boss." He chirped, twisting to look at her. Debbie instantly smiled, scooping him up in her arms.

"See? Oliver knows who's in charge." April's eyes closed as she laughed brightly, leaning back slightly in her chair. You couldn't help but go awwww at the endearing sight. You had worked with many kids over the last three years, but none as young as Oliver yet.

Debbie smiled, a low sigh passing through her lips. "Let's do it."

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Debbie left you both to your devices, deciding to take a meeting with her company to see how she could integrate her way back into her full-time schedule. She still kept a close eye on you, setting up on the kitchen island while she took calls.

"Alright." April cooed, pulling the coffee table out of the way to free up more open space in the living room. "What do you say we assess your abilities, Oliver?"

He babbled happily and April chuckled sweetly as she pulled out her checklist and notepad.

You sensed a break in Debbie's meetings, getting up and strolling into the kitchen area. "Do you mind if I grab a glass of water?"

"Oh, not at all. Help yourself." She smiled over her computer, fingers clacking away at her keyboard.

You thanked her, opening the fridge and pouring a glass. The fridge door swayed shut, revealing Debbie on the other side. You jumped slightly at her sudden appearance, eyes snapping to where she was just sitting.

"You're the same age as my son, you know." She began.

"Yes," You answered smoothly, refilling the pitcher and shelving it back in the fridge. "Mark Grayson. Invincible's a pretty big name right now."

"Ugh, I know." She groaned, a bitter glare focused on the floor.

You cast her a quizzical look before she quickly shook her head of her frown, clarifying, "I'm so happy for Mark, really. But I just worry sometimes. He's working so hard, and Cecil doesn't make it any easier for him—"

You laugh softly, calming her ranting to a stop. "Oh, believe me. I get it. Cecil doesn't make anything easy for anyone."

She smiled appreciatively. "It's so... refreshing to have people I can talk to about all of this, even the GDA."

The Graysons were a popular name at the GDA, what with Omni-man's betrayal, Mark's penchant for attracting the worst kinds of enemies, and now the new baby. You were well aware of Debbie's situation, her burden—it was one of the reasons you jumped at the offer for this case.

"Like April said, we don't work for the GDA and we have a wide skill set." You leaned against the countertop beside her. "Whatever counseling you need, or if you just need to vent, I'll listen. Nothing leaves this house."

She paused, considering your words. Debbie was smart. Even smarter to be naturally distrusting of anyone who is a part of her or her sons' lives. You and April were convincing enough, though, to make her lower her guard just a little bit.

"Yeah." She whispered, eyes creasing with a genuine smile. "I'd... I'd like that. I tried something and... it didn't really work out." Her face drooped, her waterline growing glossy as she recounted trying her luck with the support group.

Her moment of reminiscing shattered when her phone buzzed. "Uh... another time. Rain check?" She chuckled, rounding back to her station and answering the call.

"Of course." You smiled politely when she met your eyes, sipping from your glass.

You wondered how long it would take them to find out you're lying through your teeth.

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Mark wanted to drop dead after spending hours trying to do the exact opposite. But no—he negotiated with Cecil for a few days off so he could spend time with Amber. He wasn't going to crash when he had to prepare for their date tomorrow. He wouldn't forgive himself if he slept in.

Dusting off his sweater and pants as he flew back home, he quietly slipped in the back of the house. It was dark, as expected. His mom was usually asleep during this time, Oliver included on a good day.

It seemed to be a good day.

He wiped his shoes on the mat at his feet, trudging into the kitchen for a quick snack before bed. He had to be up early if he wanted to beat the crowds at the Comic Convention.

He froze when he heard Oliver's sniffles. His head twitched to the side, tuning out the low buzz of the fridge to listen in. He heard a voice—light and sweet, comforting, but most definitely not his mother's.

Panic snaked its way around his heart and tugged, his breath short as he bolted up the stairs. He stood tensely in the hallway, peering into his mother's room to see her untouched bed.

His brows furrowed as he burst into Oliver's room. "Oliver—?"

You and Oliver both flinched at the sudden intrusion, staring up at Mark with saucers for eyes. Oliver giggled happily, reaching out for his brother.

Mark lunged forward. Not to embrace his brother, no—his hand curled around your throat instead, driving you into the wall behind you.

You gasped sharply, eyes screwing shut as the force knocked the wind from your lungs. You clawed at his arm, feet kicking helplessly with nothing to stand on. "Wait—"

He hovered over your squirming body mercilessly, squeezing to watch you splutter.

"Who are you?"

#invincible #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible show #mark grayson #invincible x gn reader

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cyanide-siren · 29 days ago

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you called?

Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Dean and Sam try to call Castiel to come to them but with no result. However, when you call for him, he arrives right away. Although not in his best senses.

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"Castiel you son of a bitch, drag your angel ass here right now," Dean shouted, growing annoyed how the angel ignored him. Sam had tried calling him too, several times, but getting no contact.

You walked into the room, taking a sip from your tea. Dean and Sam were staying the night at your house, leaving tomorrow for their next hunt nearby.

"What's got you two so grumpy?"

"We've tried to reach Castiel but he's completely ghosted us just when we need him," Dean complained, then looking up at the ceiling and raising his voice, "Castiel, come here this instant!"

"You're being too threatening and needy," you commented and rolled your eyes. "Why do you need him now anyway?"

"For the case we're working on," Sam replied, going through a few papers at the desk he was sitting at.

"Well, you need to be less aggressive. He doesn't like being commanded like that," you continued, taking another sip of your tea which was starting to cool down.

"Why don't you try using that pretty face and voice of yours to call him then?" Dean asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice, and crossed his arms against his chest. He sounded like there was no way you'd succeed if they hadn't after several tries.

"And why should i bother?" you asked.

"Because we're your brothers and you love us more than anything," Dean tried to sweeten you up, smiling and batting his eyes.

"You wish." You just rolled your eyes, loving to act all hard to get to him.

Truthfully, though you'd never admit it to either of your brothers, you liked to have Castiel come over. Every time he looked at you and said anything at all to you, your heart skipped a beat and chest felt all warm, butterflies spawning inside your stomach. You had been trying to ignore these feelings and sensations he kept causing to you, knowing he'd never answer to your feelings in the same way. What kind of feelings even were they really?

Castiel was simply just nice to look at too.

"Say 'please'," you teased.

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance. "Just call that damn –"

"Y/N, please just call him, we really need his help," Sam intervened, growing tired of you and Dean constantly arguing.

"See, at least one of my brothers is able to be polite," you said to Dean, pointing at Sam. "Would want to take an example of him if i were you."

Dean gave you one last annoyed look before giving in and let out a sigh. "Please." It made you chuckle.

"Castiel, sweetie. Come over here, these two bastards miss you," you said with a loud and clear, but also sweet, voice.

It took barely a second for Castiel to appear behind Sam, the sound of the flutter of wings echoing in the room. Dean's eyes widened as he looked over Sam's shoulder to the angel in a trench coat, staring at you and Dean.

"He's behind me, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"Hello," Castiel greeted, his voice sounding a little funny.

"Hello? Hello?!" Dean yelled and stood up, pointing his finger at the angel. "We've been trying to call you for weeks but with no use. And now you appear instantly when she calls you?"

"Yes," was all Castiel responded.

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment, a flame of anger in his eyes. "And why is that?"

"Y/N and i share a deeper bond than i do with either of you," Castiel explained calmly.

He looked tired, struggling to keep his eyes open and had to lean against the back of Sam's chair to keep himself balanced.

"A deeper bond? So you like her better than us?" Dean asked.

"I do, yes," Castiel slurred.

"Hold on... Cas, are you drunk?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows in shock, walking closer to Castiel.

"I might be a little tipsy," he mumbled and took a few unsteady steps forward, falling into Dean's arms right then.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, helping Castiel to stand on his own.

"I had a rough day so i drank a liquor store," he explained, voice all raspy, trying to act sober but was far from it.

"I didn't even know angels could get drunk," Sam commented.

"I am in a vessel of a human and as i said, i drank the store," Castiel stated, sounding grumpy and exhausted.

Castiel turned towards you, a weak smile rising on his lips.

"Y/N, hi," Castiel mumbled and smiled, pushing Dean away and stumbling towards you.

"Um, hello Cas." You were just as confused as your brothers, having Cas fell into your arms now, his body almost limp. For fuck's sake, this man couldn't even stand up on his own. You almost fell down on the floor from the weight of this grown ass man on you but managed to keep yourself balanced.

"You have really pretty eyes," Castiel said as he was looking deep into your eyes with his blue ones, his words and intense gaze making you blush. There was only small gap between your faces, so you could inhale the strong smell of beer and liquor in his breath.

"Thank... you?" You were unsure what to respond, since he had never commented on your looks before, and it was all so unexpected.

"You have freckles too," he said in awe, his gaze wandering all around your face, eyebrows furrowed as he examined your features now closer than before. "They're cute."

"Come on, Cas, let's sit you down." You patted his back a few times and dragged him to sit on the couch where he let the gravity to pull himself down.

Castiel would come to you every single time you'd call him, unless he was fighting for his life at that exact moment. Even then, he'd arrive to you as soon as possible. He'd hear every prayer of yours calling for him and arrive to you without a hesitation. Tonight was no different, though this time he was absolutely wasted, barely able to do anything on his own.

Castiel couldn't explain it yet, but he found your company highly pleasant and had a strange bond with you that was stronger compared to any other human being.

Sam and Dean exchanged concerned and confused glances across the room, not having expected anything like this to happen.

"So, what did you want?" Castiel asked, looking towards Dean and Sam while you sat down next to him. The couch was made to comfortably fit two people.

"I think we need you sober for it," Sam said, his face looking both concerned and amused now.

"So next time when we call you, you drag your ass here," Dean commanded.

"I am not a dog, Dean. My life doesn't revolve around you," Castiel pointed out, growing annoyed of Dean's behavior.

"But you're my little puppy," you snickered and patted Castiel's head.

Castiel turned his head towards you, a slightly embarrassed blush spreading on his cheeks.

"My vessel is a human, not a puppy, Y/N," Castiel corrected you.

"Remind me to teach you not to take everything so literally," you chuckled, ruffling his hair to even a bigger of a mess. Castiel just stared at you for a moment. "What?"

"Have i told you that you smell kind of nice," Castiel mumbled.

"I do?" You hadn't showered in two days so you must have smelled anything but nice.

"Mhm," Castiel mumbled.

"When i was younger and imagined what angels would be like if they existed, it wasn't even close to this," Sam muttered, gathering papers back into their folder.

Then, Castiel's head dropped against your shoulder.

"Cas?" you said, but the angel didn't react in any way. He was leaning against your body with all his weight now, pressing you deeper against the cushions. His head had moved down on your chest, his ear listening to your steady heart beat in his sleep.

"Did he just pass out?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

"Cas," you repeated and gently shook him by his shoulder, but he was lying there like a lifeless corpse, only him breathing showing that he was alive. You turned back to Dean. "Yeah, he's out."

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That night, probably for the first time in his long life, Castiel dreamed in his sleep. Being an angel, he didn't need to sleep, which resulted for him not to experience dreaming like humans.

It was a dream about you.

You stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and grabbed his face into your hands.

"Cas," you whispered.

Castiel moved his face just a little forward to press his lips on yours, backing you against the wall.

When Castiel woke up from this dream of kissing and holding you, alone on the couch with a blanket pulled over on him, his heart was beating faster and all he wanted to do was to see you again. But it was dark, the lights were out, and you didn't want to be bothered when you were sleeping.

He hadn't felt like this about any other human, so the feeling was all confusing and new to him – he wasn't sure what to do with that.

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"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked in the morning, narrowing his eyes as Castiel slowly walked into the kitchen where Dean was sitting, drinking his morning coffee.

"My head hurts, body is trembling and i feel a little sick," Castiel described as he sat down on a chair, even the light through the window blinding him a little.

"And that's what a hangover feels like," Dean smirked but soon turned more serious. "But seriously, Cas. Why answer Y/N's calls and not ours?"

"I'm rather... fond of her," Castiel answered. "I can't explain it properly."

"Fond of her?" Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows.

Right then, you walked into the kitchen, looking at the two guys having a chat at the table. Castiel instantly ignored Dean when your presence was added to their company.

"G'morning, guys," you greeted and smiled, looking at Castiel. "Are you feeling alright? You look quite pale. Do you want something to eat?"

"I'll survive, but thank you," Castiel replied and gave you an awkward smile.

"Alright. Well, let me know if there's any way i can help you with," you said and patted Castiel's shoulder. "I know hangovers suck."

"I'll be fine," Castiel promised. When you lifted your hand away from his shoulder, Castiel instantly missed your touch and would have wanted to keep your hand there longer, the ghost of your fingers lingering there.

You were about to exit the room but Castiel cleared his throat and got himself to speak up.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"I... i deeply apologize my behavior yesterday," Castiel said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's alright, Cas. Don't worry about it," you smiled.

"Hey, why didn't you apologize to me?" Dean asked, sounding all offended.

"This isn't your house," Cas pointed out. "And she was the one to call me."

You left the guys alone and now stood in front of a mirror, which Castiel and Dean had a direct view from the kitchen, and pulled your hair in a ponytail, adding hair spray to keep the strands from falling out. You were about to go to your morning run.

Castiel kept his eyes on you, watching every single movement your body made. Dean said something to him which Castiel just ignored.

Castiel thought back to his dream he experienced. It felt strange, having this image of you kissing him in his head but none of it was actually real. Did he want it to be real? To really kiss you? Could he do that? Would you want to?

"Oh my god," Dean gasped, making Castiel to finally turn towards him. "You have hots for my sister."

"What does hots mean?" Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"You like her."

"Well yes, her company is quite pleasant."

"No, i mean, you like like her. In a different way than me and Sam," Dean specified.

"Well, i suppose. She's always kind to me and i like to have her around," Castiel said, tilting his head and looking past Dean to the wall. "I suppose i care for her more than other people. No offense to you, Dean."

Dean could only look at the angel across the table, completely dumbfounded. He was struggling to comprehend the idea of his friend liking his sister and also admitting it to his face. Though Castiel wasn't like any other people in Dean's life – first of all being an angel but he was much more direct and forward than most humans.

Sam walked into the kitchen too.

"Feeling alright, Cas?" Sam asked and was able to see that Cas didn't feel very good. "If you feel like vomiting, go to the bathroom. Y/N gets pissed if someone spills anything on the floor."

"I'm fine," Castiel mumbled.

"Uh-huh," Sam muttered, not believing him at all.

"Did Y/N leave outside?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, just a moment ago," Sam confirmed. "Why?"

"I heard why Cas answers only Y/N's calls these days," Dean said, making Sam to raise his eyebrows. "He has a little crush on her."

Sam turned towards Castiel who was avoiding both of their gazes on him.

"That explains so much," Sam said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, the way you always say 'yes' to everything she suggests," Sam said. "Or stare at her a little too long. Or always ask where you are whenever you come to us and she's not present. Should i continue listing all the small things i've noticed?"

"No, that's enough," Castiel said, feeling too ill to keep himself focused on talking about his feelings on you to your brothers.

"You know. I know i took you to a brothel a while ago and tried to get you laid," Dean said, sounding a little more awkward now. "And we still have the mission going on to lose your virginity." Dean leaned closer to Castiel. "But i'm not gonna help you to bang my sister."

"Bang?" Castiel narrowed his eyes, while Dean rolled his.

"Sex, Cas. Sex."

"I'm not going to be a part of this conversation," Sam mumbled and shook his head, leaving the kitchen to let his brother and the angel continue their conversation alone.

"While i do find her physically very attractive, i didn't imagine to execute that act with her," Castiel said. It was a partial lie, even though the image of you and him being intimate together had appeared in his dream which he wasn't able to control by his own will.

"Forgot my wallet," you said and rushed to the kitchen, your wallet on top of the drawer. You stopped and looked at Dean and Castiel who had both fallen silent, looking slightly startled. "Did i interrupt something?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Nothing at all," Dean insisted with that smile that made you question his words but you didn't care to start interrogating him.

"Alright," you said slowly.

When you had left again and Dean was about to turn back to Castiel, he was already gone, leaving Dean by himself.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled.

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#supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel imagine #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester

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bunny-jpeg · 4 months ago

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sinful sentences (eleven)

oscar piastri - "please, mark me."

tags: smut/pwp, bruises & hickies, jealous!oscar, modified doggy style, body worship & dirty talk, one spank, backshots

sinful sentences catalogue

jealousy was an emotion that oscar piastri felt was childish. to be envious of someone else's accomplishments was just an excuse for someone not to work on themself.

that didn't mean that oscar never felt the familiar pang from time to time. when lando won a grand prix was an example of when the feeling tugged in his gut. but that was nothing compared to the ice cold that ran through his body as he felt a pang of jealousy through him at the sight of you and carlos speaking.

you, dressed in mclaren orange, shouldn't be talking to the likes of sainz. you should be tucked away against oscar and away from the likes of carlos. it could be seen as petty, but when you giggled at one of carlos' comments. he knew that he wanted to mark you.

oscar would be the gentleman, he always was, and guide you away from the ferrari driver. hand on your lower back as he was all smiles with you. but when his gaze locked with carlos, his smile became tinted with something else. something a little more possessive. a warning gaze to the other driver. do not touch what isn't yours. only to have his look torn away when you took him by the cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips.

you giggled before you pulled away from oscar, you took him by the hand and led him back towards the mclaren side of the garage. back into his territory. where you should be. not letting the spanish driver chat you up like you were on the market. everyone knew that you and oscar were together. but oscar guessed that carlos wasn't getting the memo. oscar let you kiss him again and again and again as you made your way further into the garage.

you fit against him so well. tucked under him like the wing of a bird. your kisses were soft and your lip gloss stuck to his cheek and left a little shine. you giggled and asked, "oscar, honey. your going to get lines before your thirty-five with that look on your face. it might even stay like that!" and lean in further to rub the scrunch in his eyebrows.

oscar smiled and kept an arm around you, "thank you, babe." then leaned in to kiss you on the mouth. he needed to stay focus for the upcoming qualifiers, he didn't need the green eyed monster impacting his performance. with one final kiss he got ready for qualifier.

you weren't stupid, you didn't get your degree in engineering because you were an idiot. and even though you were oscar's cute girlfriend, a darling for the fans, you were keen. had to be to be with a driver of oscar's caliber. while your chat with carlos was friendly, sharing banter before the qualifier, you knew that oscar was seeing green. the relationship between the two of them was tense. you let him escort you back to where you needed to be, gave him kisses and let him wrap himself up in you.

but you knew to sate the jealousy, you'd need to do more than press glossed lips against his warmed cheek. so when you were back in the hotel, you added a little sway to your hips as you went to the bedroom and asked oscar one little question, "oscar, honey. can i have one thing tonight?"

"anything." always the giver.

you looked over your shoulder and with a small flutter of your lashes, you said rather than asked, "please, mark me." and you had never seen oscar trip over himself to get to you as he did in that moment. because who was he to deny his girlfriend anything.

you giggled when you entered the bedroom and he wrapped his strong arms around you. his grip tight as he held you and kissed your neck. your giggles were replaced with gasps when he started to bite at the column of your neck. your hands held onto his forearms and you laughed a little at the feeling. his grip was slightly possessive, but you loved it. you loved him. there was something about him that kept you achy for more. so of course it was only fair that you sated the lingering jealousy in his core.

he started to leave marks, the kind of marks that you knew very little make-up would fix. but it was hot, a certain eroticism that made your core soaked. his teeth nibbled into your skin and made your body grow hot.

"how does that feel, beautiful?" he asked with with a strong hint of want in his tone. he couldn't help it. you shakily exhaled, unable to form words as he continued to mark you up, "you asked for this, you asked to be marked up by me." he pressed himself against your back and licked his lips before he continued to suck and mark your skin.

you held onto him tighter and felt the leap in your chest from the feeling. it was painful, but you loved it. to feel marked by him,owned in a certain way. even though the two of you had a partnership of equals, there was something a little arousing by the feeling of him acting some possessive over you.

"let's get undressed." you said softly and he let you go enough for you to have enough room to get out of the mclaren shirt you wore. the pretty little thing you wore around the paddock, it was cute. but it would look better on the floor. oscar eyed you up and down as you undressed. you looked over your shoulder at him as you got your jeans off and winked at him, "i bet carlos wouldn't know how to handle me. at least not in the way you do." then yelped when oscar pushed you down over the bed with your ass up and your feet still on the carpeted floor.

he eyed your cotton panties, white with roses on them. you couldn't be any sweeter. he licked his lips and ran his hand down your back which made you shudder. he replied, "of course he couldn't. please don't talk about him in the bedroom."

you giggled a little, "of course." you couldn't help but get wet at the feeling. you moaned when he pulled your panties down then started to work at the waistband of his jogger. you moaned louder when he slapped you across the behind which only made you excited.

"someone's wet." he chuckled as he rubbed his finger up against your slit, capturing a bit of wetness. he bought it to his lips and chuckled, "dirty girl." and you shuddered.

oscar got his clothes off, occasionally teasing your pussy with his fingers before he lined his bare cock up with your perfectly. he rubbed it against you teasingly and watched you squirm. it was hot, it riled something up in him until he sank down into you. letting himself feel all of you, every inch of heated pussy. you were soaked, letting your wetness coat his cock.

"that it's, fuck, baby." he shuddered as he felt all your warmth. all your love for him. carlos could never compete, not when oscar's love for you when deep. a longing, a yearning he could never remove himself from. he loved you, and as he held you hips as fucked you up against the mattress, his love took a physical manifestation.

"please, oscar." you said softly as the two of you moved against one another. the feeling was intense, there was a rawness to your passion that left your mind swimming as he held you by the hips and moved against you.

he swallowed back some of the pleasure as he moved against you. he admried your features as pleasure started to coil in your core. he kissed you on the center of your back. he held you by the back of your neck to keep you face down on the bed as he fucked you. it was hard for you, almost on your tippy toes to keep leveled with his cock.

it was cute to see you struggle a little, you were eager for him. that only made you more endearing as he held onto you soft hips and moved up against you. he felt the pleasure in his core as he worked his cock inside of you, letting you both feel the sweetness of passionate sex.

carolos sainz could eat his heart out.

you were not for him, only for oscar. your other half, and oscar loved that fact. you were all his, no one else's, no ferrari fool could steal you away from him. and it only made him press you further into the bed, his thrusts heavy which made you held onto the covers tightly under you.

"fuck."

oscar leaned forward and started to decorate your back with hot kisses, followed by more hickies. you wouldn't be wearing backless dresses for a good while now, not when your skin was tinted purple from the marks. it only excited him more.

as did you, as your nails dug into the covers and the sensation made your back arch, "ah, honey!"

"you feel right for me." he said softly, "you feel so right, every inch of you is perfect." he splayed a hand across your back and rocked up into you. his pace made your toes curl into the carpet under you as you tried to keep yourself upright thanks to the force of his movements.

"you feel amazing too." you said softly, "unlike anyone else. fuck, that feels good. you feel good, oscar. perfect for me." and then let out a sweet moan as he smacked your round behind once more, which you hard to admit made you fairly sexually excited. a rush through you as he moved his hips against your ass.

you were his girlfriend, the love of his life! you were beyond special in his eyes. there was no one else like you that he could ever meet. you were like the rarest mineral he could find in the dirt, something worth admiring. a treasure for him.

the two of you moved together as he fucked you over the bed. soon he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved himself up against you. his cock hit all the right places in you and he watched you struggle to take every inch. he was a bit bigger than average, but he knew more how to make you a whiny, panting mess for him.

you felt yourself grow needy for climax. the feeling was powerful as your back arched a little more as the pleasure coursed through you. you were sweaty and on the knife's edge. you whined into the covers as you let him continue to move up against you. his cock brushed up against all the right areas.

"that's it, that's it." he said softly, "you feel amazing." he held onto your middle a little tighter and continued to hit your sweet spots with each heavy thrust of his hips. his words were true as he fucked you.

"oscar. fuck, i'm close." you panted. there was no one else for you.

and there was no one else for him as he said, "perfect, cum for me, babe. make a mess of yourself." maybe his words were tinged slightly with possessiveness. but you couldn't help it, not when you sounded so beautiful with your cunt getting his entire length soaked. it was hot, erotic in a sense that it only drove him to want to pleasure you further.

"oscar." you whined as you came around his cock. his thrusts continued and you felt like you were on top of the world. you felt the pounding your heart as you pussy clenched around him. it left a head rush followed by a throb as you relaxed your grip against the covers.

"that's it. only one for you. no one else." your sweet boyfriend's tone was heavy with lust as he gave you a few more heavy strokes of his cock. he felt your cunt have a hold on him as he finished inside of you. he let out a heavy exhale as he finished, slowing his pace until he stopped and letting your plant your feet firmly on the ground.

but quickly you were in bed with him, his arms wrapped around you and his sweaty forehead pressed against yours. you both laid in bed and panted heavily against one another. you smiled softly at the closeness, especially with his arm wrapped around you lovingly. his hold was protective.

"i love you." he said softly.

"and i love you." you replied as you turned over to kiss him on the lips. oscar felt more secure in your love for him, that you wouldn't run off with carlos or any other driver. not when your skin was littered with marks of him. better luck next time, sainz <3

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obsessedwrhys · 10 months ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Wolverine x Deadpool x F!Reader

ᯓ★ Being in a polyamory relationship with these two. (A dream inspired this AHAHHA–) fluff, lots of bickering between the two, funny/goofy shit, bit of jealousy/possessiveness, reader is fem!!

This whole relationship is a mess.

I'm talking never getting a moment of peace kind of mess.

For example this one time you drove the Honda Civic.

Nobody understood why you were the one behind the wheels 'cause now you're ramming into everything with Logan grabbing on the handle for dear life while Wade is having the time of his life at the back.

"Stop the damn car before we crash, bub! Yer gonna kill someone!" Logan shouted and at the same time Wade was screaming out the lyrics to "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC.

Did I mention how different these two are with you?

Wade loves it when you run to hug him, he would swing you around a couple of times with your legs wrapped around his waist.

As for Logan, he prefers something less than that. A simple hug is enough and you can't complain much about it because the way he completely engulfs you in his embrace always made your chest flutter.

It's no surprise that they are protective over you.

Like when you were captured by some troops in the void. The fire guy, Johnny Storm, couldn't help but try to flirt with you. He figured why not shoot his shot right?

"Hey..." He'd say, flashing you a cheesy smile.

And seeing his attempt to charm you, you couldn't help but find it amusing and chuckle.

Clearly the two didn't like it.

Which is why that may or may not be the reason why Wade decided to out the man and get him killed 🤷‍♀️ I guess we'll never know 🤔

You and Wade enjoy pulling pranks on Logan.

The sight of him being pissed off pleases you both.

There was this one time you guys swapped his whiskey to a non-alcoholic drink and you can imagine his frustration.

"WADE!!" But he can never get mad at you. He just can't.

Even Wade complains about this privilege of yours.

"Seriously Lo?! You're gonna get mad at me and not our lovely prank partner here? Come on man, we're both guilty parties in this crime scene. If you wanna get angry, at least share the spotlight :("

Cue you sticking your tongue out at Wade as he pouts with puppy dog eyes.

All jokes aside, the two love and support you dearly.

I like to think Logan is more of an old romantic and Wade is the adventurous type.

That's why it can sometimes take a while for them to decide what to get as a present for you.

"Why the fuck would she want a pillowcase with our faces on it?" Logan asked with genuine disgust in his eyes.

"Why wouldn't she?! It's cute as fuck, and you can never have too many pictures of us together. Besides, it's a lot cheaper than buying a life-sized statue of me for her bedroom, although that's an option too, I hear Wolverine-shaped body pillows are all the rage these days" Without realising, he continued on muttering nonsense to himself which had Logan roll his eyes.

"I'm buying her the leather jacket and it's final" Not letting Wade say anything, he'd walk off to the cashier with him left behind. His action causing him to get irritated.

"What about the budget?!?!" He'd raise his voice but Logan simply ignored him. Fed up, he stomps on his feet as he points at his back.

"Fine, you big lug!! I'll let you have your way this time. But don't come crying to me when she dumps us for a pair of more decisive superheroes!!" He'd shout.

In the end you appreciated the gifts you got for your birthday. Each gift speaks for their character.

You guys definitely have lazy days.

Days where you'll lounge around in pajamas and watch cheesy romantic comedies together, complete with a pile of blankets and snacks.

Expect there to be lots of laughter, cringing, and the occasional eye rolling. Not to forget how you three would start making fun of the characters and the cliche plotlines.

Logan clearly struggles to sit through the entire movie marathon and you always have the to be the one to pull his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"Gimme a break, bub. It’s the same damn thing every time— the good guy wins, the bad guy loses. It’s like they think we got the emotional range of a rock"

"Gee, what a buzz kill. But are they wrong though? You practically live like a rock!!" Wade laughed with Logan letting out a scowl.

Thank goodness you're dating them or else they'd be fighting almost all the time.

In the relationship you're the peacemaker

No but seriously Wade calls you that and the nickname has stuck to you.

You enjoy sleeping in the middle with the two on either sides. Half of the time you always wake up with the two fighting over you.

Just imagine Logan pulling you closer to him but before he could even do that, Wade would be quick to pull you back to his embrace despite them both being asleep.

You like to think it's their reflexes. That even when sleeping they're still fighting with each other 😭

However you absolutely adore the two.

Logan will MELT when you kiss his knuckles. Especially when you do it with your eyes locked to his. He will literally go feral for you.

And Wade? He absolutely loveloveloves it when you baby him. It's his guilty pleasure. Hold him close with his face placed against your chest and he swears the voices in his head finally quiets down. That's why you're his angel.

Also, the two really enjoy showering you with kisses. You can barely ever hold back a smile with the two smooching every surface of your face.

Will do anything to get your praise.

The competitiveness is too much.

Oh Logan got you a bouquet? Well Wade got you a bouquet made of tacos. Who's the better one now huh? 😋

To be fair Wade is Wade. There's nothing you can do about it... but that doesn't mean Logan is ever gonna let him get his way.

"Where's Wade?" You'd ask, watching Logan sink on the sofa beside you.

"Don't know... could care less..." He'd say, wrapping an arm around you to snuggle with you. In the other room Wade has been stuffed inside the closet. Completely restrained and duck taped.

All I can say is that dating them is all fun and love. Literal baby girls.

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heesngirl · 1 month ago

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Synopsis : Just Heeseung playing hard to get. Although, he eventually ends up giving in to the truly effective methods you have to get his attention.

— Heeseung x MC reader : established relationship, unprotected sex, spanking, couch sex, power dynamics, dom! Heeseung, vers! reader, cum filling, p in v, size kink (discreet). MDNI

For a better context, read "Fangirl" first.

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The anxiety bubbled in your stomach. It wasn't just the excitement of having completed a wonderful day at work, nor the fact that the man you'd admired, respected, and followed as an example for almost your entire life was on your show this afternoon. No, of course not. The initial excitement produced by Min Yoongi's presence in your recording studio lasted less than expected. In fact, you'd dare say it faded into the background, forgotten. Your mind could only think of something... or someone, rather.

Lee Heeseung.

You could barely concentrate, his actions and words still echoing in your mind, vibrating in your body, unconsciously raising goosebumps on your skin. That unspoken promise had a different kind of effect. It wasn't that you had no idea what he meant; of course you did. However, their sex life had finally escalated to the point of no return, where the simple initial touches and the intensity of foreplay were nothing compared to the visceral connection they had now so eagerly begun to share. Because of this, everything felt doubled; everything made you more sensitive, more needy, and it was worse when you hadn't been alone together for a while.

Even at this point, as you rode in the car with Joo Han, staring distractedly out the window, you weren't calm, your leg twitching anxiously, and inwardly you prayed the car would stop in front of your building.

And after a few minutes, that's what happened. Your heart fluttered, singing hallelujah as you opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Joo Han said something before you got out, but your brain didn't process it, too focused and focused on other thoughts, somewhere else.

You were used to greeting the doorman, but tonight the greeting didn't come. It was just you crossing the door, walking briskly to reach the elevator, impatiently pressing the button until the doors finally opened in front of you, and you stepped in without much thought. Now inside the metal cabin, seeing your own accelerated appearance reflected in the mirrors, you began to berate yourself for so much excitement, and also for where the anticipation was leading you. You didn't want to think too much about it, but you still convinced yourself to calm down.

With that in mind, you exited the elevator as soon as you reached your floor. Your footsteps began to echo down the hallway, fading once you were in front of your door. You punched in the code with nimble fingers and entered the apartment without the slightest hesitation, barely closing the door behind you with a soft click. You immediately left your bag in the hall, right next to the coat rack, and after that, you slipped on your boots with practiced movements.

You took firm steps toward the living room, almost by inertia following that inner impulse that led you directly to him. And it was no surprise to find him there, lying on the couch, his gaze fixed on the Nintendo Switch screen in his hands. The warm lights of the room cast soft shadows over his relaxed face, and although he appeared to be absorbed in the game, as soon as he noticed your presence, his eyes rose, shining with that special sparkle that only you knew how to evoke.

Without a word, he put the console aside and opened his arms toward you, as if the place on his body was the only valid place for you to rest. You didn't hesitate for a second. You approached and lightly fell on top of him, settling into his chest, letting your bodies fit together with instinctive precision. The hug that enveloped you was warm, suffocating in the best possible way, and you stayed there, breathing in his scent, feeling his hand begin to slowly caress your back.

Heeseung leaned down slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with his signature enveloping sweetness, his fingers moving in gentle circles over the fabric of your vest.

— So you really took me at my word. — he murmured against your skin, his voice full of grace, but with a hint of desire that was hard to ignore.

The smile that formed on your lips was immediate, but you didn't respond when you felt his hand move down, abandoning your back to firmly grip the curve of your buttocks. The gesture had just the right amount of pressure to make you let out a soft gasp against his collarbone.

— You look so fucking sexy in this... — he added, his gaze briefly lowering, scanning the elegant folds of the outfit that still covered your figure. His words caressed every part of you with the same intention as his hands.

— Your reactions mean too much to me — you replied quietly, brushing your lips against his without yet giving him the full kiss you knew he was waiting for. — I'm not the one to deny my boy the pleasure of being the one to take this off from me.

Heeseung's smile was immediate, the one that barely curved one side of his mouth and darkened his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Without another word, he held you tighter, pressing your body against his without releasing his grip on your rear. His other hand moved up to the back of your neck, wrapping it around you with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. He pulled you toward him, and finally, his lips captured yours.

The kiss was slow at first, but dense, charged with all the pent-up desire from that afternoon. Your lips molded to his with familiarity, but also hunger. He growled through his teeth as he remembered that you yourself had rejected this hours before. And he didn't hide it; he gently bit your lower lip, as if he wanted to mark his claim and make it clear he hadn't yet forgotten that scene.

You felt it. That small, silent reproach. So, with a brief laugh, you moved away just a few inches, just enough to look into his eyes and slide your fingers over his jaw.

— I'm already planning to make it up to you for this afternoon, Hee. — you whispered, entangling yourself even more in his closeness. He looked back at you with a greedy glint in his eyes, his smile now completely sly.

— Well, let's not waste any time, baby girl. — he said in a low but determined voice, the same one he used when he'd already crossed the line of self-control.

Before you could respond, he easily picked you up, holding you in his arms as if you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you upstairs, never letting go, never giving you any respite. Along the way, his mouth never left yours, his kisses grew deeper, more urgent, and his hands began to work on your clothes.

First it was the vest. He unbuttoned it with almost mechanical skill, tossing it wherever it fell, not caring much about where it would go. Then it was the white shirt, which he opened button by button, with hair-raising slowness. The pads of his fingers brushed your skin with every movement, making you shudder without even fully undressing. When they reached the bedroom, he gently placed you on the floor, holding you close, his body still pressed against yours. Then, slowly, he slid the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall with such sensual deliberation that it made your breath catch. The garment slid down your arms until it lay in a small pile at your feet.

And there you were, standing before him, topless, covered only by a black lace bra that molded your delicate breasts perfectly. The contrast between the fabric and your light skin only intensified the effect. Your breasts looked firm, lifted, popping with that provocative hue that only lace could accentuate.

Heeseung remained completely silent for a second, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes dilated and his chest rising slowly as he gazed at you adoringly. His pupils trailed over your lace-covered chest, admiring how the dark design stood out against your skin. He swallowed, and when he finally spoke, his voice turned husky, thick with desire controlled by thin threads:

— Baby, you have no idea how fucking irresistible you look like this. I don't know if I'm going to be able to contain myself tonight. — And with that, his fingers slid to the edge of the lace, tracing it with his fingers.

The space between you disappeared in a blink as he leaned toward you, his lips searching your neck with the precision that only time, trust, and shared intimacy could bring. The warmth of his breath brushed your skin before his mouth descended to kiss the curve of your shoulder, soft at first, but with obvious intent. The wet touch of his tongue mingled with the light touch of his nose, inhaling your scent like oxygen.

While his mouth worked on that sensitive area, his hands worked on the clasp of your bra. It was only a matter of seconds. A soft click, and the tension eased. He slowly slid the straps over your shoulders, sending shivers through your spine. When the garment fell to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him, the cool air of the room hit your skin, raising your eyebrows. Your nipples hardened instantly, and Heeseung smiled faintly—not out of mockery, but out of pure devotion—before bringing both hands directly to the soft mounds. His fingers molded to the contours of your skin, playing with the weight, applying just the right amount of pressure, as if his palms remembered every shape, every curve. His thumb ran over your nipples with a firm brush that drew a shaky gasp from you. He leaned closer, his lips pressed against your ear, his voice descending to a harsh, possessive murmur.

— These beauties are mine... — he murmured, his low, thick tone rumbling against your neck. — Every inch of you is. Out and inside, too."

The shudder that ran down your spine was immediate. You let out a soft, breathy, breathless laugh as you tilted your head back slightly, enjoying the touch of His mouth on your skin, the security of his grip on your body.

— You still have one more piece of clothing to take off, baby boy. — you whispered playfully, teasing him with the promise of what was yet to be revealed.

He didn't miss a beat. He lowered a hand to your waist and with confident movements, began to unbutton his dress pants. He didn't rush, slowly unzipping them, that darkened gaze fixed on your eyes, as if he enjoyed the act of undressing you more than anything that came next. His mind was already picturing the continuity of the lingerie: lace matching the bra he'd removed earlier, the black material outlining your hips perfectly. But when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the garment and began to pull it down, his breath stopped for a moment. The first thing he encountered wasn't lace, it was bare skin, soft and padded. Your pelvis was exposed.

He blinked once. Then again. His pupils dilated even further as he took in what he was seeing. The pants fell a little further, sliding down your legs, and his hand froze right on your hip. Before he could blurt out the question already forming in his mind, you smiled as if you'd been expecting it.

— I had to wear it like this — you began casually, though the mischief in your eyes betrayed the casualness of your words. — This morning I had a butt and leg routine, so I ended up a little swollen. The pants wouldn't fit my buttocks and panties together. So I opted to simply skip them.

Heeseung exhaled through his nose, as if his self-control was cracking. It didn't take him long to react. His hand, large and warm, descended to your now-exposed ass, cupping it firmly, kneading the bare flesh as if it belonged to him. There was no shame in the grip. It was crude, intentional, and his voice, when he spoke, carried that tone of indignation that only he could combine with desire.

— Were you really walking like that? — he asked with a mixture of disbelief and reproach, squeezing a buttock between his fingers as his brows furrowed slightly. — Without anything underneath, in those tight pants, knowing what men are like?

His hands didn't stop. The groping was constant, almost punitive, delighting in every inch of your skin. He leaned a little closer, getting closer to your ear, and his voice became lower, more tense.

— I'm sure more than one noticed — he growled, as if saying it made his jaw clench even more. — Now it makes sense why Suga sunbae-nim was staring at your ass when you were explaining the planned dynamic.

You were surprised by the comment, and laughter escaped your lips without you being able to contain it. The contrast between his possessive tone and the absurdity of the accusation was too much to take seriously.

— Please, Lee Heeseung, — you replied ironically, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him. — The man barely looked me in the eye while I was interviewing him. And you think he's going to be staring at my ass?

The way you said it, so serious and mocking at the same time, only fueled Heeseung's expression of suppressed indignation. He pursed his lips, and his fingers pressed harder against the flesh of your hips before he let out a low exhalation, a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

— It's not crazy, babe. You don't notice it because you don't pay attention to such details, but I do see those looks in other men. — His tone became deeper, more intimate.

You remained silent for a moment, savoring what that confession truly implied. The intensity with which he desired you, with which he cared for you, with which you dominated him even when you didn't mean to. Then, you smirked and continued to prick his ego bubble.

— Well, the only one who really seemed to be losing his mind with my appearance today was you.

He stopped. For a second, he didn't even blink. His gaze locked with yours, dark and penetrating, and his lips curved into an arrogant smirk.

— I'm your boyfriend. I have every right to desire you to the point of madness, to the point where I want to devour you whenever and wherever — he declared almost haughtily, sliding his other hand to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your body with his fingers. — So don't lump me in with other idiots who can only look at you. I'm on a different level.

— Then explain something to me... — you murmured mockingly, crossing your arms under your bust as you leaned a little closer to him. You lowered your voice with venomous coquettishness, letting each word drip with provocation. — If you're on another level, as you say, why bother with such absurd jealousy? And even more so, why get indignant about something inevitable? As inevitable as me getting wet for you without much effort.

The playful crudeness of your comment struck like a bolt of lightning in the already charged atmosphere. For a second, you saw it. The way his expression cracked slightly, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and he looked away, clenching his jaw as if trying to hide the sudden internal combustion you caused. That slight blush in his ears didn't go unnoticed. You'd caught him off guard, and it fascinated you.

Your smile widened subtly, pleased by his reaction, and then you let your steps bring you closer. You pressed yourself against him, your body fitting into his as if you belonged there. Reflexively, Heeseung moved one of his hands to your waist, holding you with a delicious firmness, marking his territory with his grip.

— Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to doing it to me now? — you asked bluntly, your voice soft but drenched in provocation. However, the answer you got wasn't what you expected.

Heeseung calmly tilted his face, his expression becoming almost indifferent, though his eyes still burned with desire. A crooked smile appeared on his lips, sly and mocking.

— If I remember correctly... — he began slowly, releasing your waist with a slowness that hurt. — I only promised to take off your clothes. I never offered to do anything more, baby girl.

His words floated between you with an icy air that contrasted with the heat between your bodies. You looked at him, puzzled at first, and then with your brows furrowed in clear disbelief.

Was he serious?

You wanted to retort, but he'd already turned, walking toward the door, as if the tension you both shared didn't affect him at all.

— You could take a shower, gorgeous — he commented in a neutral tone, though each word held a double meaning that made your chest churn. — Let's see if that helps with the heat.

And without further ado, he left the room, leaving you standing there, your skin burning and your mind blank from the provocation. To which you clicked your tongue in frustration, turning on your heels with a deep exhale.

— This isn't going to end like this, Lee Heeseung. — you muttered with a resigned sigh as you walked to the bathroom. It was clear to you that this war was just beginning, and you weren't going to lose.

It had been a while since you'd stepped out of the shower. Your skin was still fresh, your body relaxed from the cold water, and your nighttime scent permeated every step you took. You'd taken your time with the routine, not only to calm yourself, but also in the hope that your beloved boyfriend had returned to the room. However, when you gently pushed the door and peeked inside, the emptiness of the bed was all you found. There was no Heeseung there. So you decided passive strategies weren't an option. You were going to play your cards right: directly and boldly.

And with that in mind, you left the bedroom completely naked. The light breeze from the hallway caressed your skin, causing you to shiver involuntarily, but you still walked determinedly down the stairs, as if every step were part of a meticulous plan to break his resistance.

There he was, sitting on the couch, the Switch now connected to the TV. He was holding only the controller in his hands, focused on his game. You approached from behind him, and when you were close enough, you leaned in to wrap both arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed directly against the back of his neck, and you felt his breathing change immediately. A slight start, but nothing more. He didn't turn around, much less look at you, or even say a word.

That wasn't in your calculations...

You pursed your lips in a grimace of slight annoyance, and gracefully moved around the couch until you were standing in front of him. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, as if immune to your presence. The challenge was as heavy as the heat you already felt rising in your belly. Wasting no more time, you climbed astride him, positioning yourself precisely on his lap. Your naked body fit perfectly against his, the warmth of your skin meeting the soft texture of the sweatpants he was wearing. You pressed your thighs against his hips and thought that would be it.

"Checkmate." That's what you thought.

But instead of collapsing under your provocation, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist, resting the controller behind you, against your lower back. Then he tilted his head slightly to the side, so he couldn't lose sight of the screen. Pretending that your body wasn't an obstacle, but part of the scenery. At this, your jaw tightened. Dismay hit you full force.

Was he really doing this?

Yet you didn't pull away; you just stood there. And although his face maintained a serene expression, inside, Heeseung felt on the verge of collapse.

You were there, naked on top of him, so confident in your influence, aware of every touch, every pressure, and every slightest movement. Your warm, wet pussy pressed against his sweatpants like a cruel mockery of his self-control. Every inch of your body surrendered to his, while his hands continued to play the game of indifference, holding the remote as if that might distract him from the delicious hell he was in.

He was fighting. And losing.

He couldn't deny that he loved you like this: uninhibited, confident, so comfortable in your own skin, that you didn't hesitate to show yourself completely, without a single drop of shame, just for the pleasure of provoking him. And that was what killed him. It wasn't just physical perfection, but what you represented: trust, desire, power. You were his, and at the same time, you knew how to manipulate him like no one else.

He gritted his teeth. He breathed through his nose. And yet, his member continued to grow beneath you, betraying him hopelessly. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. But for now, he pretended it didn't affect him, that the heat of your body didn't burn beneath his skin, that having the most fucking perfect temptation sitting on top of him wasn't leaving him on the verge of breaking.

The minutes passed, but for him, each one felt like an eternity. Especially because you were still there, relentless in your determination not to move away. You had settled in, resting your head on his shoulder, your body relaxed. However, what was destroying him the most were your small gestures. Every so often, with an almost innocent calm, your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down his spine that were impossible to hide.

His jaw tensed, his muscles too. And beneath his sweatpants, his erection throbbed with growing desperation. He could even feel how, with every touch or kiss from you, the pre-cum began to moisten the fabric. The desire was tangible, aching. His fingers tightened on the controller, his knuckles already white. His concentration had long since abandoned him. He wasn't winning a single game anymore; he was losing, in the game, in self-control, in everything.

Until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. So he dropped the controller to the side, without looking where it fell, and immediately pulled you into his arms, with a strength that spoke volumes about how much he'd held back. His face went straight into the crook of your neck, where he took refuge for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, a mixture of frustration, relief, and a brutal desire that threatened to devour him. He growled softly, barely a muffled sound that vibrated against your skin, and you did nothing but laugh with that flirtatious sweetness that so disarmed him.

— How is this possible? You've got me ruined, fucked up, and even obsessed with you — he murmured against your neck, his deep voice heavy with affection and desperation. His hands gripped your back tighter. — I wasn't wrong when I told you that time at the hotel that you're my ruin, gorgeous. You know how to put me at your mercy. — he whispered, his lips brushing your skin, as if those words couldn't exist without touching you.

In the proximity, your breathing remained in sync with his, each exhalation a shared sigh in that confined, tension-filled space. You were beneath him, his body firm and warm. The heat of his erection still pulsing between your thighs, so persistent, begging to be fully released. You could feel it throbbing against you, pressing with a raw urgency that fueled your own desperation. And yet, your need for answers kept you on edge, held by the thin thread of self-control.

Your fingers, slow, almost reverent, slid over the sharp line of his jaw, up his cheeks. The taut skin forced him to raise his gaze to yours. You wanted to see him, force him to face you with his eyes wide open.

— So... what led you to ignore me? Was it not wearing panties? Because of what I said about jealousy? Or are you still hurting from this afternoon when I rejected your kisses? — Your voice emerged, a low whisper, laden with mischief and curiosity.

Heeseung didn't respond immediately. His pupils darkened, and his jaw tensed beneath your fingers. The silence became dense, almost electric, until he suddenly exhaled forcefully. His hands lowered to your hips, holding you with that feeling of intense tenderness that characterized him. His fingers dug a little deeper, claiming space on your skin.

— Absolutely everything played a role — he murmured in a raspy voice, laden with a heat that seeped straight to your core. He leaned his face down to your ear, his hot breath caressing you. — I tried to calm down, to ignore you to keep a cool head, but you… you’re no help, baby. You drive me crazy, you upset me, and I can’t even get angry about it. — His voice trembled slightly, cracking with the frustration he couldn’t hide.

Then his hand descended slowly, sliding over the curve of your bare ass, gripping one cheek tightly and squeezing it mercilessly. A moan escaped you at the action. A spasm, as sudden as it was pleasurable, ran down your spine, eliciting an involuntary shudder. Noticing it, his gaze ignited with a feverish flash that mixed devotion with pure lust.

— You’re really killing me, baby. — he declared, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. To which you smiled, arrogant, powerful, with that fire that ignited his senses. You looked down on him, and your gaze captured him with an intensity that almost forced him to gasp.

— It's not that I'm killing, baby boy. I just know exactly how to push your buttons... — you whispered against his mouth. Pressing your body further, rubbing yourself against his bulge, generating a delicious friction that drew a sigh from you. — And when I know what I want, I get it. Besides, I-mmph!

You were about to add something else, one last tease. But the air was suddenly cut off by the dry, brutal sound of his palm hitting your buttock. The crack took your breath away. You gasped, surprised by the intensity, and your back arched instinctively, as if your body was asking for more.

— Heeseung! — you exclaimed, your eyes wide in surprise, about to protest. But there was no time.

Another slap fell, heavier, making your body shake on top of him. The heat spread across your skin like a white-hot wave, combining with the pleasure of feeling dominated, desired with a rawness that shattered all your schemes.

— What was that for? — you asked, your voice higher, more shaky. The gasp turned into something closer to a moan as you shuddered on his body. Heeseung licked his lips, his gaze on you as if you were a delicacy he was just beginning to devour.

— It's a punishment, baby girl. Today you rejected three of my kisses and ignored four calls. I'm going to get even for it. — he purred, a clear glint of perversion in his eyes.

Before you could even respond, the third slap fell. A precise blow that tore a deep moan from your throat. Your body reacted on its own, and you rose onto your knees, your hips moving back, arching your back, pushing your ass out, and your chest resting on his shoulder.

The couch creaked beneath both of you as you, without realizing it, placed yourself in an even more vulnerable and willing position. Heeseung held his breath for a second. Seeing you surrendered like this ignited something inside him he hadn't known he'd been waiting to feel.

— The kisses are settled, but there are still the phone calls to go. — he murmured, and then the fourth spank fell.

The sound was almost obscene, and the echo filled the room in a charged silence. Your body arched toward his, your nipples brushing against his chest, so hard and sensitive it hurt. You moaned again, and Heeseung looked at you, Devoted. Corrupted. Perversely satisfied.

— I'm not sure this punishment is working as it should — he suddenly commented in a mocking tone, watching you arch further out of pure reflex. — You seem to be enjoying it.

You gasped softly, your body still trembling from the wave of sensations that kept building. Your voice came out with a thread of sensuality and tenderness at the same time.

— I'm just trying to be good for you.

He lowered one hand, slowly caressing your thigh while his other palm continued to rest on the heated curve of your buttock. The intensity of his gaze didn't diminish.

— What about your dominant tendencies, darling? Aren't they going out to play tonight? — he murmured, bringing his face closer to your neck, where his teeth caught your collarbone and bit down just right. To the point of sweet pain.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, their touch gentle, and you gave him a smile full of promise. Then you replied:

— No, they won't — you murmured with a shaky breath, holding your ground. — Tonight, I just want you to be the one who takes it all.

And hearing that, Heeseung felt something inside him break. The last thread of self-control frayed, and in its place was born that raw need to make you his as only he knew how.

The last three spanks fell...

The fifth was sharp, direct, with that crack that drew a stifled cry from you. The sixth, wetter, left a stinging burn that spread across your skin like a fiery caress. And the last was a verdict. The blow landed hard, and your entire body shook, trembling in Heeseung's hands.

Your buttock were already red and sensitive, adorned with pink marks that spoke of the intensity of his hands. Bruised, yes. But deliciously alive. Every fiber of your being throbbed with that exquisite sting that not only didn't bother you, but actually drew pleasure from you. And just when you thought he was going to stop, his hand descended without warning, traveling between your legs with hungry slowness. He barely touched your pussy when a moan escaped you.

— Shit... — he murmured, his voice bathed in lust. His fingers delved between your nether lips, sliding easily thanks to the moisture. He slowly rubbed your clit. The precise touch of his fingers made you gasp, as an electric current shot through your abdomen. — Look how soaked you are, baby. — he said in a dirty whisper, without taking his gaze from your eyes.

His fingers began to work more deliberately on your clit, swirling, pressing, rubbing in slow, delicious circles that drove you wild. You arched into him, moving reflexively, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction.

— Always so needy, so fucking shameless, and it's all for me. — he growled with a sly smile, satisfaction brimming in his gaze.

You leaned forward, your hands seeking support on his shoulders as your body trembled. You dropped your head back, lips parted, moaning his name like a mantra. The simple touch of his fingers was enough to disarm you. You didn't need more; his control over you was absolute. He had you captivated with just his caresses.

In a moment, your eyes lifted again, colliding with his. The two of you stared at each other, their pupils dilated and their breaths ragged. Between the two of you, there was a voracious adoration, as deep as what you were about to do. In the midst of that instant, your gaze alight with desire, you spoke to him without a hint of shame, your raspy voice laced with pure need.

— I want to get down between your legs and suck you off. — you whispered, looking at him with an intensity that left him breathless, and the growl that emerged from his throat was so deep it vibrated in his chest, in the air, in your gut. His penis, hard and throbbing beneath his sweatpants, stirred at the sound of you, as if responding with a hunger of its own.

— Fuck, you always know how to blow my mind... — he murmured, closing his eyes for a second, clenching his jaw. But still, he shook his head. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he looked at you. — But there won't be any foreplay this time. You're so soaked, there won't be any need to use my fingers or eat you out. I want to put it in you now. — His tone was deep, definitive, and commanding.

He didn't give you time to process it. With a firm movement, he removed you from his lap, turned you around, and laid you down on the couch. Your legs were spread by inertia, your breasts moving to the rhythm of your labored breathing. You were exposed, damp, vibrating with desire, and completely at his mercy. The air was thick with lust. The moisture between your thighs was so palpable that every touch of skin made you shudder.

In an instant, Heeseung stood up. His movements were fluid, full of purpose. He brought his hands to the waistband of his sweatpants and, without taking his eyes off you, pushed them down with deliberate slowness. The first thing you saw was his erection springing free, hard, imposing, and thick. He wasn't wearing boxers. The glans was shiny, pearly with pre-cum that was already sliding down the length of his shaft, leaving a wet, glistening groove on his length.

— You were complaining about me not wearing panties, and it turns out you weren't wearing boxers the whole time. — you said with a mischievous smile, letting out a slight gasp at the end.

Heeseung chuckled softly, that laugh of his laced with mischief, and as he did, he brought a hand to his penis, beginning to pump it slowly. His palm slid firmly from the base to the slippery glans, growing wetter with each movement.

— In my defense, I wanted you to have easy access when you came and got this needy. — he replied with a smile. His voice was deep, choked with excitement as he continued to stimulate himself.

Your smile widened, pleased, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hand working on himself. He looked so fucking provocative there, between his fingers, throbbing, charged. You said nothing. You just bit your lip, devouring him with your eyes.

Eventually, he leaned over you. His mouth sought yours. His lips captured yours, and his tongue entered with authority, rubbing against yours, caressing, demanding surrender. His breath mingled with yours, hot, hurried, so thick with desire you could almost taste it. His lips broke away, only to begin kissing downward, leaving a burning trail of suction and saliva along your neck, your collarbones, every corner claimed with soft bites and hot licks. And when he reached your breasts, he didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto one of them, sucking, while his tongue swirled over the hardened nipple, drawing breathy moans from you.

Then, with a mixture of care and urgency, he helped you change position. His hands guided you until you were propped up with your forearms on the side of the couch, your torso lowered, your back arched, your ass lifted, and your legs spread for him. You felt completely open, exposed, surrendered.

And Heeseung took a moment to admire you before moving down and licking your pussy. His hot tongue slid into your throbbing entrance, tasting your juices as if he needed it to live. Then, without warning, he caught your clit between his lips and sucked hard, making you shudder with a wave of pleasure that shook you from head to toe. Your voice broke into a moan, and your thighs trembled. But the attention didn't last. He pulled away panting, his mouth wet and his eyes burning with lust.

— I couldn't help it. You look too delicious to be ignored like this. — he confessed, his voice raspy, almost amused.

— Then don't ignore me and take me now. — you purred, arching further, offering yourself.

He growled. His hand rested firmly on your waist, while the other returned to his cock to hold it. He slammed it against your pussy, making the wet, slurping sound echo every time his glans hit your wet flesh. The taps were cruel, anticipatory, full of purpose. They made you more sensitive, more desperate.

And then, without further ado, he placed the tip right at your entrance. He pressed barely, not fully entering, letting the glans soak even more in your wetness.

— Just stick it in, Hee. All the way, I want it all. — you begged, your voice hoarse and shaky. And that was the biggest trigger.

He gripped your hips with both hands and, in one motion, plunged himself deep inside you. His entire length slid inside you, thrusting hard, opening you up and filling you completely. The air escaped you in a strangled cry, as your fingers gripped the back of the couch. And your walls shuddered around his length, in a tight, trembling grip, flooded with the sensation of sudden fullness. You felt everything: every throbbing vein, every inch pulsing inside you, the wetness, the trembling of his fingers digging into your skin.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling behind you.

From the first thrust, you knew Heeseung wasn't willing to show any mercy that night. He filled you without giving your body time to adjust to his size. He sank into you with desperate firmness, hitting every sensitive corner, every hidden spot he knew by heart and now claimed viciously. His pelvis slammed against your still-reddened buttocks again and again, each impact drawing a ragged gasp, a high-pitched moan, a stifled plea from you. The sweet burn of the previous punishment mixed with the delicious pressure of his cock inside you, and that combination, that damned combination, drove you crazy. It was too much. And at the same time, it was never enough.

— So tight and warm for me, such a perfect little pussy of my baby girl. — he growled through gritted teeth. And you could only moan his name, as if that was the only thing you knew how to say.

Heeseung grunted with each thrust, his heavy breathing mingling with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hips slamming against you. One of his hands remained firmly on your waist, and the other tangled possessively in your hair, gently tugging at the strands until he forced your head up. His husky voice, with that charge of authority that only he knew how to use, whispered crudely:

— Look at me, babe. You know I need to see those beautiful eyes, or I'm not going to work."

You turned slightly, your neck exposed, your lips swollen from the moans that kept coming, and your eyes met his. That eye contact disarmed him and turned him on at the same time. What he saw was pure lust: your dilated pupils, your expression broken by pleasure, your skin beaded with sweat, and the constant trembling of your submissive body. And you, seeing him like that, with your eyes shining, your jaw tense, your body vibrating with the force of pent-up desire, felt yourself melting even more. Your pussy squeezed him tightly, as if your body wanted to swallow him whole.

— You're so fucking perfect when you let me fuck you like this... — he murmured between gasps, lowering the hand that had been in your hair to your throat, loosely wrapping his long fingers around it, only feeling the frantic throbbing beneath your skin as he sank in again, harder.

His mouth moved down to your exposed back, leaving a trail of wet kisses, small bites, and sucks that left warm marks all over you. And you arched for him, offering yourself without reservation. Your shaky voice kept whispering his name between moans, mixed with broken words, pleas for more, for more depth, for more friction.

— Hee... please... — you gasped, unsure if you were asking him to stop or to never stop.

— I know, baby. I know. — he responded with a growl, squeezing you harder, digging his fingers into your flesh as he quickened his pace, becoming a little more erratic, more raw.

Your body shuddered, you felt wet, stretched, filled. Each thrust felt like an electric shock running down your spine. And when you thought you couldn't take any more, that the pleasure was going to break you in two, he lowered a hand between your legs and rubbed your clit with two fingers soaked in your own wetness, stimulating it with precision as he continued to thrust into you hard.

The world blurred. There was only him, his body, his breath on your neck, his scent mingling with yours, and the indecent sound of your bodies colliding.

— You're going to cum, aren't you?” he asked, his voice cracking with desire. — Do it, baby girl. Cum while I fill you completely. — he commanded, and you could only moan in response, knowing you were seconds away from unraveling completely.

And indeed, it didn't take long for you to break. The pressure building in your belly reached its peak, and you released with a hoarse groan, ripped from deep within your chest. Your entire body spasmed, shuddering as the pleasure tore at you. Your insides squeezed him with involuntary violence, as if your pussy refused to let go, convulsing around his cock with a grip so intense it drew a brutal grunt from him.

Heeseung couldn't take it. The heat of your orgasm and the way your body gripped him pushed him straight to the edge. He gasped your name through his teeth, sank to the hilt, and unraveled inside you with a breathy curse. A husky growl vibrated in his chest as his hot, thick semen erupted in waves, filling you completely. He felt you still shuddering, convulsing with the remnants of your climax as you took it all in, trembling, broken, and vulnerable.

But it didn't end there...

Still panting, without pulling out of you, he knelt on the couch, sitting back on his heels, and with an ease that only his familiarity with your body gave him, he pulled you down onto his lap, keeping you impaled on his still-hard length. He gripped your wrists firmly, pulling them back and crossing them against your lower back effortlessly, as if your body belonged completely to him. The difference in size was instantly felt, especially when his free hand descended and rested warmly on your lower belly, right where the pressure was marked. The sensation of his cock deep inside you. That simple gesture made you moan and tremble in his grip.

Your back arched immediately, seeking him out, and your head fell back against his chest. That's when Heeseung leaned in. His breath caressed your face for a second before his lips took yours with precision. You turned your face just a bit, finding the right angle to receive him, to moan directly into his mouth as his hips continued to thrust relentlessly. The kiss was wet, dirty, and desperate. Your tongues met halfway, colliding, licking, tasting each other between gasps.

The heat between you was unbearable. Your arms tense in his grasp, your body pressed against his as he fucked you without stopping, deep, hard, addictive. There was no space, no time, no shame. Just him. Just you. Just that moment of total, wild surrender.

Each thrust made a wet, filthy sound, amplified by the semen that was beginning to spill between your thighs, slipping between them. Your still-sensitive walls reacted to each thrust with jolts of sharp pleasure, forcing you to moan between the kiss. But you didn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You were so fucking full of him. You felt him in every corner, every inner curve. Every time he moved, you felt him push more of his essence deep inside you, while his cock, still firm, grazed that exact spot that made you see stars.

His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging just before he released it, and then his kisses descended to your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, sucking on the already heated skin, leaving marks you knew would be more noticeable tomorrow. His hand still rested on your belly, holding you against him as the rocking of his hips continued, slower now, but no less deep. All with the intention of making the moment last.

— I’m not done with you, baby… — he growled in your ear, his voice so deep it shook your soul. — I’m going to keep fucking you until you beg for a break… and even then, I’m not going to give it to you.

Suddenly, he released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly he seemed to be trying to melt you into his skin. And then you understood: what you were doing was something only desire born of true love could bring about; something brutal, profound, and devastatingly beautiful in its own way. Because in the end, it was just the two of you, loving each other with an intensity that knew no bounds or shame.

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drchucktingle · 1 year ago

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Chuck, how do you deal with people who are rude about you and your work? I write queer romance and I want to put my writing out there for people to read, but I'm a very sensitive person and I know it will be hard not to take insults personally and let them affect me. I don't want to let that stop me from expressing myself and sharing my art, but I'm scared!

very good question buckaroo. i am a good example of this as pretty much EVERYONE was rude about my work for many years calling it 'so bad its good' (it is just good) and 'terrible photoshop' (i think it has a great and instantly recognizable style) and 'intentionally stupid premises' (i dont think there is anything stupid about sex being fun and whimsical and playful). even these days the reaction of the VAST majority of buckaroos who discover chuck have this reaction AT FIRST, and then learn to appreciate the tingleverse in a more sincere way over time.

all that is to say BEING DOUBTED HAS WORKED OUT VERY WELL FOR ME. art that changes meaning over time can be very powerful, so if someones initial reaction to my trot is one thing and then it evolves into another thing, well that is just good art. while it can feel bad to get a bad review, i would say a bad review just means you have entered a realm of tension and change and discord and WE ARE TALKIN ABOUT ART BUD so that, in itself, is very exciting.

i think of what i do as 'punk writing', and a big part of that means pushing against preconceived sensibilities. not many other authors will proudly say 'there SHOULD be some spelling errors in my erotic shorts because i wrote it in a day and edited it once. that is the FEELING i want to create', but that is my way. by creating what is in my soul i KNOW i am going to bother some buckaroos and that is okay.

now i am NOT assuming you are also doing punk writing (that is okay of course we all have our own styles. what i am doing with tinglers is pretty rare), but it still stands to remember that there are 7.8 billion people on the planet of this dang timeline and some of them are bound to be bothered by your creations. that is not a problem, that is just part of baring your authentic self.

the other thing to remember is theres no REAL right or wrong in art. it can be analyzed in different ways and i tend to look at it in a way of comparing intention to result, but even THAT is not strictly correct. therefore any bad review of something you make is not actually BAD it is just someones information and feedback for you to take or leave. a one star review is just another opinion, it is no more right or wrong than your own opinion, and that is wonderful. it is freeing.

if i see a bad review of my own book, lets just say CAMP DAMASCUS for instance, i do not get upset because i know this: that reviewer is not wrong. camp damascus is five stars for me, but it is one star for someone else AND THAT IS OK. THAT IS THE WAY IT SHOULD BE. THAT IS GREAT ART. also MAYBE THEY KNOW BETTER THAN I DO. just because i wrote the book does not mean i am the authority on it, and the conversation and tension between those that enjoy something and those that despise it is a creative act. the audience engaging with your work is just your art emerging from its cocoon and saying 'here i am. lets see where i flutter off to now'

do not fear the river of this timeline sweeping away your creations and carrying them where it will. this is inevitable, but it is also beautiful and freeing. you cannot swim against it and that is okay bud, because YOU HAVE ALREADY WON. you have already created something and given a piece of yourself back to this timeline and that is a great honor and privilege. it is literally all there is

by creating ANYTHING you are proving love is real, and that is something to be proud of

#buckaroo lifestyle #art #creation #chuck tingle

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nana-luvy · 29 days ago

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-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fem!reader (intended at least), no mention of reader's cabin, luke x bestfriend!reader

“Are we really sure about this ?” “I swear, if I get one more pair of eyelashes fluttering my way, I'm gonna puke. Please.”

It was at the beginning of summer that a new girl had made her bed in cabin 10, and brought with her something you an Luke were totally unaware of from the rest of the world: socials. Well, somewhat. Camp Half-blood had a strict ‘no-phone’ rule, one you never mourned as a year-rounder, but one you knew tended to make some campers snappy from withdrawal sometimes.

So when the new girl learnt about it, she friended up a daughter of Apollo, and they started crafting. After just a few days stood, right next to the announcements board, a ‘timeline of the summer’ billboard. Everyone was encouraged to participate, polaroids being a thing around the place, and take pictures to stick on the board.

And if you never saw the appeal yourself, you understood how good of an idea it was somehow. After all, it was actually pretty fun being able to follow events you didn’t partake in.

Just yesterday, for example, you’d been walking by the announcement board as you went to the armory to store your training sword, and your eyes focused on the billboard out of reflex, trying to catch sight of any new picture pinned on top of the ton of others. And you couldn’t contain a small laugh as a blurry polaroid of Travis got your attention, seemingly in the midst of dumping a small bucket of glitters all over a bed in cabin 11, and clearly remembering how its counselor had whined to you about going to sleep to a bed painted in silver and pink glitters just a week ago.

This billboard had become like a primary newsletter of what was happening at camp, as well as a way for people to share just random moments they wanted to remember. Oh, and it was used to flirt. A lot. The board was crowded with selfies and skillfully taken pictures, sometimes with small notes scribbled with a marker on the white footing, hearts drawn in the corners… anything you could picture young teenagers doing to attract the eye of another.

And by the gods, did everyone try to attract the eyes of Luke. You cursed under your breath everytime you saw a heart drawn over one of his appearances on a picture, everytime his name was mentioned in black marker over the white plastic. It was sickening really, to you at least, to see pining displayed for everyone to see in the most impersonal of ways.

Or maybe you felt it was sickening because it was like coming at what was yours, knowing it really wasn't yours in the first place.

But really, and to everyone's dismay though they didn't know, your best friend didn't care for the attention. Worse, it sickened him too, sometimes. Eyes on him felt like a burden, or so he told you on a night you two spent watching the stars blinking in the sky, like a weight everyone was putting on him without his consent. It was an injunction to be perfect, and he wished he didn't have to be, he never thought he was.

But oh to you, how he was…

So now, there you were, planted in front of the mirror in the Hermes Cabin’s shower room, and you could only wonder how you ended up there. The polaroid camera Luke had borrowed from Chris was in his grasp, adjusted to sit right over your face in the reflection, his elbows resting lazily on your shoulders for support and to add that…close touch.

Why was it so hot in there, all of a sudden ?

“No but, maybe you don't have to do all this ? I feel like I'm gonna get nasty glares from at least a quarter of the population at camp, you know ? And, not that I’m inherently a people pleaser, but-”

“Who even uses inherently ?” Luke cut off through your rambling, an effortless smirk displayed on his face like everytime he teased you to get on your nerves, just for the sake of it. “But what ? You want everyone to like you ?” He curved an unimpressed eyebrow, moving the camera down to look you in the eyes through your reflection. “You got me, that’s not enough ?”

And boy, he absolutely knew how you reacted everytime he gave you that sweet, sweet look, because you could only give in. You wanted to call it people pleasing, it was probably more than that.

“By the gods, you manipulative bitch…” you muttered under your breath, passing a hand over your face in frustration, before looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes, only to mark a slight pause when you noticed how close he was. “You owe me one. Big time.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll make it up to you,” he replied with a hint of sass that made you purse your lips, paired with an eyeroll before he moved again. “Hmmm… you know what ? Take the camera, easier.”

You took the polaroid as he handed it to you and caught your wrist softly, angling your hand for the right picture. You couldn’t help the tingling feeling that took over the skin he touched, the warmth spreading to your nerve-endings, as he moved your arm up to cover the reflection of your face in the mirror.

“Perfect, can only see my beauty now- ouch!”

“Go whine somewhere else, you brought it upon yourself,” you stated after lightly swatting his hand away from your wrist. You held up the camera steadily, before asking, “So now what ? I just..”

“You just take a pic. Need me to explain it to you ?”

You could basically hear the satisfied smirk in his voice, and it could’ve made your skin crawl if you weren’t used to his stupid, witty remarks. You sighed dramatically before looking through the lense, ensuring the angle before pressing the button, and catching a slight movement through the reflection at the last moment.

Your cheeks reddened as the shutter sound went off, Luke having traded his relaxed pose for a clearly more intimate one you weren't in any way prepared for. His arms were tight around yours, hunched over so only his hair showed to the camera as he hid in the crook of your neck.

Well, that was set to deter anyone from trying to shoot their shot with Luke, that's for sure.

His face rose after a couple seconds you found to feel like minutes, his breath no longer comfortably fanning on your neck and you were already missing the warmth. “Done ?”

It took you an instant to register the question tone over the shambles of your mind. “Yeah,” you simply breathed out, lowering your hands as the buzzing of the paper printing out resounded in the large, empty room.

“Good.”

His tone was quiet, and you could see hesitancy when your gaze crossed his, for a fraction of a second, before you swore you could've imploded on the spot; he turned his face back to you, leaving a feather-light kiss right under your pulse point, and he’d probably felt it hammering against his lips.

You stood still, frozen, processing the situation as he peeled himself from you and took the plastic picture, shaking it in the air until it turned to colors.

“The picture looks really good, nice job.”

“You- what was…that for ?” You immediately asked, though your voice betrayed without mercy your state of mind: a wreck.

“Well let's say it's a…” Luke looked up for a second, like literally searching for his words in the cheap neon lights of the ceiling. “A token of my gratitude, for the trouble.”

And you could've sworn your legs would give out any second from the toothy grin he flashed you, as smug as it was a ray of sunshine in your day. But you couldn't respond either, having to keep yourself from just opening and closing your mouth without a word from dumbfounding. “You-”

“I should go pin it on the board, yeah ? Might as well do it quick as possible, I swear I can't bear any more flirty smile.” After having already turned around and walked towards the door, your bestfriend shot you a last look over his shoulder, with that adorable little nose scrunch you loved, before exiting the room. “That is, unless it's yours, of course.”

You swore his cheeks were flushed, even the tiniest bit.

I got inspiredddddd instead of writing on my wips heheh cause i'm consistent heheh <3

(I reaaaally enjoyed proofreading, i like that blurbbbbbb hope you do too)

- Love, Nana

#nana's mind ━☆#nana's thoughts #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #pjo series #luke castellan x you #imagine #fanfiction #charlie bushnell #oneshot

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playnextdoor · 8 months ago

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Bad Example

summary: abby sets a bad example for your little one

cw: mom!abby x mom!r, fast forward a couple months to fit what i wanted to write lol, mentions of sex, no smut, abby is being lazy and reader is bitchy hehe, abby slaps your butt. you two still love each other ok?!?!?!!?!?

"Whoa there, partner!" you say, quickly scooping up your little rascal of a daughter as she reaches for the bowl of chocolate chip pancake batter. She may be over 18 months old, but that hasn’t stopped her from climbing to grab whatever you set on the counter. You set her back on the floor, revoking her breakfast-helper privileges, and she glares up at you, babbling out in protest.

"Hey, don’t talk back to your mother missy!" Abby’s voice booms as she enters the kitchen, startling both of you. You spin around, eyes meeting your beautiful wife. Her blonde hair, tousled from sleep and the quickie you snuck in before you were off to your wifey duties, falls perfectly over her shoulders, and her oversized crewneck just barely hides the shorts she wore to bed. Your stomach flutters, the desire to drag her back into your shared bedroom, but you’re interrupted by your little one grabbing at your pant leg, steadying herself between your knees. “You say that, but where do you think she learns it from?” you mutter as you turn back to mixing the batter. You think Abby didn’t hear, but she just scoffs, sorting through the mail you picked up earlier.

Usually, Abby’s a big help, but lately, she’s been testing your patience. Like earlier this week: she left her shoes right outside the shoe rack again. You tripped over them coming in with your daughter, nearly dropping her. When you yelled about it, all she did was laugh, reaching over to kiss your forehead “You're so cute when you're mad,” you immediately wiped the kiss off. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, pressing a quick apology against your cheek before wrapping you and the baby girl in her arms. The little one giggled, but you just rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smack Abby.

Or like yesterday: Abby offered to put the baby down, but by 8:30 p.m., peeking into the nursery, there they were, Abby, blowing raspberries on your little one’s belly, sending her into a fit of giggles. Adorable, yeah, but it was well past bedtime. "I don’t know if I want to yell or kick you," you said, Abby froze like a kid caught in the cookie jar. Without another word, you scooped up your baby girl, wrapped her in her blanket, and headed out of the room. It wasn't a big deal, really, but it was the cherry on top of a frustrating day. Abby apologized later that night, swooning you with kisses and tangling you both in the sheets.

Even though you woke up to a nice surprise this morning. Abby's hand traveling down your pajama pants, her whispering in your ear, “Let me get a taste, yeah?” in that husky morning voice that makes you weak, you're still pissed at her

“Ugh, they need to stop sending me this garbage,” Abby grumbles, tearing up a campaign flier and tossing it in the trash. The kitchen grows quiet as your little one now stands at your side, reaching her tiny hands up at you, whining to be held. Just as you turn around, you feel a sudden sting on your left butt cheek, a familiar smack. Abby’s got a habit of this, so you try to ignore it, denying her the reaction she’s after. But then you feel three little slaps on your thigh, just under your rear. You look down to see your little one mimicking Abby’s antics, her sweet face looking up at you.

You let out a laugh of shock, looking up at Abby, whose mouth hangs open in a proud, slightly shocked grin. “What did I tell you, Abby?” you say, raising your voice as Abby breaks down laughing. Your little girl crawls over the blonde, picks her up, and joins in her laughter.

“You think it’s funny, but now she’s going to start slapping stranger’s asses,” you say, trying to keep a straight face but failing, biting back your smile. Abby stifles her laughter as she looks at your mischievous little one, who babbles a few “mamas” in between giggles.

“No, lovey, we don’t hit Mama,” Abby says, wagging her finger playfully. Your daughter's face crumbles, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as tears well up and spill down her chubby cheeks. Abby cradles her, muffled sobs in the crewneck of your wife as Abby silently laughs.

“Babe! Go put her down for her nap. And be a good mommy and apologize to her!” you say, rubbing the little one's back gently. Abby shakes her head, laughing to herself as she kisses your daughter's head, soothing her as they head off to the nursery. As Abby turns to walk away, you sneak a little squeeze on her butt, her glaring back at you playfully.

You turn back to the batter, giggling to yourself as you add a bit of water to smooth the mix, listening to Abby and your baby girl’s babbling conversation down the hall. Suddenly, there's a loud thump, followed by a frustrated “SHIT!”

“What happened?!” you call out, dropping the spoon and standing still, waiting for Abby’s response.

“My damn shoes!” she yells back, voice muffled as you hear her step into the nursery and closes the door behind her.

You smirk, shaking your head. That's what her ass gets.

a/n: all my ideas come when it's 4am and i cant go back to sleep but i dont want to look at my phone bc then i wont go back to sleep so i will just make these fake scenarios to help me sleep. LOL. should i make this a series? lmk <3

#tlou abby #abby x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader fluff #abby anderson #abby anderson fanfic #tlou2 x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #wlw writing #orion's writing

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projectfreefall · 1 month ago

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How long does a carriage normally last? Are there any noticeable frame changes?

Stoodie: For the sake of simplicity, we shall use Earth units of time! Time on Cybertron is far different than time on Earth, as our planet

has longer days and takes longer to orbit our star! Fun fact, our planet takes 83.3 earth years aka a vorn to orbit our star!

The average carriage takes about 3 Earth years from sparking

to emergence! A long time to you humans, surely! But a quick process considering our very long lives! And it affects us in some similar and some dramatically different ways!

It seems you are interested in learning more about the details of Cybertronian biology! Delightful! I love to see creatures eager to learn!

Click the read more and follow along the C.A.R.I.E. cycle!

(Stoodie will be used to answer History/biology asks that aren't asked to a specific character! And if anyone wishes to use these headcanons in their own works, that is 100% allowed!)

(Caution: fictional infant development topics of pregnancy and labor under the read more.)

Stoodie: A cybertronian's gestation goes through four key phases!

Phase one: The first phase of a carriage is called "The Orbit". This phase starts the second after two or more sparks participate in a merge that successfully causes one of the creator's sparks to fissure from the electrical surge and ignite a proto-spark.

Over the course of 2-5 hours, this proto-spark will spin chaotically from the energy still surging through it from the merge. In this state, it will either destabilize and fizzle out into nothing, or if a stable rotation and energy level is achieved, it will form its own orbit around the adult spark. The proto-spark, completing its first full stable orbit, signals the start of its journey.

Over the following month, the sparkling's orbit will change the nature of its new carrier's spark. The two will form a small gravitational field as they pull at each other. The presence of that field of influence causes the carrier's spark to release an energy signature signaling to the rest of their systems to begin construction of a body for this new energy. Sparks do not like to share their chambers, you see, so it becomes the frame's mission to get this new spark out of it. This is the end stage of the first phase of gestation and is usually when a Cybertronian discovers they are carrying, as they will feel a strange fluttering static inside their chest. That is, unless it's discovered earlier by physically opening the spark chamber for whatever reason.

Phase Two: Well, now we've got a little bitty one on the way, who needs a body, and how does the Carrier build that body? Well, first, they will need resources! The carrier will spend the remainder of the first year of their carriage accumulating resources like energon, metal, and nanites and stockpiling them in special ways.

For example, the metal that will physically build the little one is stored in Carrier's own armor. Now, to store that access metal without symphoning what the carrier needs for their own body, the excess metals and minerals are added onto the carrier's armor, physically increasing their density and making them much sturdier to protect the delicate newspark inside, but also much heavier! Most carriers will weigh 5-15 tons more, depending on the sparkling frame type, by the end of this stage of sparkling development. But that armor is tougher than a tank's during it, protecting both baby and parent!

One of the most important stockpiled resources in this phase are construction nanites from the sire, after all if the carrier's frame only used their own nanites, they would just try and program and grow a clone of the carrier, which might cause spark-frame disconection errors as this new body would try and steal the carrier's spark and not the one it was intended for. So nanites need to be taken from the Sire so that there are two different codes interchanging information to build a body tuned to the sparkling's unique frequency that was generated when it was sparked. This ensures that the only spark leaving the carrier's spark chamber at emergence is the sparkling's.

There are many ways for a carrier to harvest the sire's Nanites, and each couple has their preferences. The most efficient is for the sire and the carrier to do a cross-feed connection with fuel lines found in their chassis. While it is the fastest and most efficient way to transfer the nanites, as this method only needs to be used once, most bots find it the most boring, as you have to basically sit there and do nothing until the carrier's storage tank has filled.

Another example that I guess could be considered appropriate in terms of content, though I find it rather barbaric, is Syphoning. Akin to how you humans portray vampires, a carrier with pronounced fang-like denta can bite and steal the nanites from their partner. Obviously, many bots try and avoid needing to syphon as it's not exactly a painless way of doing it, but one that has developed in our species in the event of an emergency situation. Carriers are known to develop permanently pronounced canines during carriage, and it's common for some to have a medic reduce them down.

There was an old saying that you could tell a bot had carried either many bitlets or multiple times the longer their canines were. That, of course, was a tall tale and has no scientific backing to prove that the number of sparkling a carrier has effects the length of their denta. Anywho, we are getting distracted, moving on!

Phase Three: This is the longest phase in the carrying process and lasts 2 years! During this phase, the gestation chamber takes over primary control of the creator's T-cog to change its structure, which also means the carrier loses the ability to shift into their altmode the deeper into this phase the carriage gets. And like anyone going through gestation emotions can run wild!

It goes from being a rather small, unnoticeable spherical chamber under the spark chamber to a structure that could best be described as a clawed servo that spans a majority of the hollow space it's created through the T-cog in the chassis. This clawed servo structure forms an antigravity field only within the sphere of influence it has between its digits. It fills this gravitational void with a dark and thick, viscous material composed of energon, nanites, plastics, oils, and metals. It has the consistency of the earth food, jello. Inside this ball of goo is where the sparkling body will be constructed. And thanks to the antigravity field that protects the space, it doesn't matter how hard the carrier is jostled, the sparkling's frame will not move inside this space and is protected from physical damage.

During phase 3, both sets of construction nanites (sire and carrier) work in tandem to construct the sparkling's frame. This process takes a long time because the nanites do not always get along, and one team may deconstruct the parts the other group has constructed. In the first year of the building, both creators' nanites will fight each other over what elements and features they want to remain in the final construction. From the color of the optics to the shape of the olfactory and even the final altmode class, all these necessary components are determined by the winner of the individual fight when construction first occurs.

By the second year of the construction phase, the nanites have settled on what features to build and focus solely on building. That's why some sparkling may look more like one creator than another; it's all due to which creators' nanites were the more successful in fighting for their preferred features. By the end of the carriage, all of the sire's nanites will have died off from fuel deficiency and will be recycled as material into the sparkling's frame.

(WARNING EMERGENCE BELOW. Nothing graphic but may be upsetting to those with issues revolving around the topic of labor)

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Phase Four: Once the sparkling's frame is constructed, a portion of the carrier's nanites will sacrifice themselves to cause an electrical pulse to activate the sparkling's frame. This activation Is temporary and lasts only long enough for the frame to let off a signal tuned to the newsparks frequency, which coaxes the sparkling to leave its carrier's spark and descend from the spark chamber of its carrier into the gestation chamber where it will be locked into its brand new spark chamber. Once that new chamber is fully sealed, the sparkling frame jolts from new life activation protocols and the emergence protocol begins!

This is a very delicate task but also very straightforward. The carrier will be driven by the C.A.R.I.E protocol to seek a safe, quiet, and secluded space for emergence due to its delicate nature. During this phase over the course of 2-7 days on average the carrier will be in "labor" as their frame opens their chassis and moves the carriers spark chamber out of the way to quite literally drop out the sparkling. The carrier will drop onto their elbows and knees so gravity can do the work and the ejection has the lightest impact.

and TADAAA! You have yourself a fresh bitty! They are but a fraction of the adult's size and have zero kibble or color outside their spark, optic, and biolight color. So teeny and helpless and precious.

though the development of a sparkling outside of its carrier is a lesson for another day!

this concludes our lesson for the day!

#ask #my art #transformers #tf #transformer oc #transformers oc #mechpreg #tw: pregnancy #tw: labor #biology ask #general ask #stoodie lesson #mature tag removed after discussing with some others that there was nithing graphic.#content warning and the like will remain

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iamdkayyyyy · 2 months ago

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Ok hmo bf vern who sees you playing with/taking care of a baby (for example let's say an older member's child ) and now you look so wife-able to him and he just can't keep his hands off u which is rare

[Pls tell me u understand my horrible explanation]

anon, I honestly dont know if I did this the way you wanted, BUT I tried. And hopefully that's enough. 🥲

A Moment Of Forever -C.hs ₊˚⊹ᰔ

A Moment of Forever -C.HS

Seungcheol walked over to Vernon as he leaned against the wall of the practice room, watching you with a soft smile on his face. You were crouched down on the floor, your focus entirely on Hyeri, Seungcheol’s baby girl.

“ hi hyung,” the younger one said.

“hi vern,” in less than a minute he started going on about something important for the comeback that Vernon was NOT listening to.

“Vernon.Vernon. Are you even listening to me?”

“huh, sorry hyung. just distracted.” his lovesick eyes giving away exactly what he was distracted by.

the leader looked in your direction only to see how sweet and tender you were being with his daughter. he sighed.

“you know what, I’ll leave you to it. i was like this with minji too , yk before she um. you know.” his eyes blurred with tears and he walked away,every step becoming heavier. Minji had slipped into a coma when hyeri was born. 2 years. 2 entire years without her. Vernon thinks he could never live that long without you. As much as Vernon felt sorry for cheol. he was greatful that he could approach you now.

You had a way of getting the tiny bundle of joy to giggle that melted Vernon’s heart. Every time Hyeri turned her little head and squealed at your silly faces, Vernon felt something stir deep inside him.

“oh y/nie, you’re such a natural with her,” he called out, affectionately using your nickname, his heart racing slightly.

You looked up, your eyes brightening.

“awwh, thanks baby.” you said a small blush spreading a cross your cheeks, now avoiding his gaze.“

I just love being with her. Isn’t she the cutest?” Your hand gently patted Hyeri’s back as the baby cooed happily.

Vernon couldn’t help himself as he moved closer, watching you with adoration. In that moment, you looked so incredibly wife-able, your nurturing side shining brightly, and it sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach—a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to feeling. Usually reserved and reluctant to initiate physical contact, he found himself moving closer, wanting to be a part of your world.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. “You know, every time I see you like this, it just makes me… I can’t explain it,” he murmured, leaning in to place a peck on your cheek. “You look amazing, my love.”

You turned to him, blushing even more. “Vern, you’re making me all shy!” Your voice was laced with laughter, but your heart raced at the affectionate displays.

But Vernon wasn't done. He leaned in again, capturing your lips briefly. It was a moment filled with unspoken affection and yearning. Each kiss was more intense, an exploration of emotions he’d kept bottled up.

“baby… I’m so lucky to have you,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin, and he stole another kiss, deeper this time.

The air was thick with a newfound passion, and Vernon’s heart raced. He knew he had to act on the whirlwind of emotions swirling in him. The proposal he'd planned for you felt like it couldn’t wait another day.

The next morning, he woke up early, his mind racing with anticipation. He had arranged everything perfectly for your day at the beach—a place laden with memories of laughter and warmth. He not only wanted to see you again but also hoped to share a life with you.

As you arrived, the salty air brushed against your skin, and you beamed up at him. “This place is beautiful, Vern!” you exclaimed, tying your hair back. All your friends staring at you like they were all sharing a secret you weren’t a part of. Seungcheol looked you softly, you had helped him find Minji, the love of his life.

“Just like you, princess,” he replied, his eyes sparkling. He held your hand as you walked along the shoreline, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath your feet.

After some fun in the sun, Vernon stopped, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself. His heart raced, and he felt the wave of nerves wash over him. “Y/N,” he started, his voice steady yet soft, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

You turned, tilting your head sweetly, “What is it, baby?”

“I’ve been thinking about how incredible you are—especially yesterday, watching you take care of Hyeri. Just seeing you with her… it made me realize how much I want us to experience that together. I can’t wait to have our own little family one day,” he confessed.

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening. Before you could respond, Vernon knelt down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked down at him. He looked so earnest and hopeful, and in that moment, every fear and doubt vanished.

“Yes! Yes, of course!” you exclaimed, your voice choked with emotion. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up to capture you in his arms.

“Princess, I promise to cherish every moment with you. You truly are the love of my life,” he whispered, sealing his promise with a kiss.

At that moment, there was a ring. The leader pulled his phone out. It was the hospital.

“ Hello Mr. Choi. We are glad to inform you that Mrs. Choi is now fully concious.”

Happy tears began to rush down both you and seungcheol’s face, his wife and your best friend. She would be able to be there on the day of Vernon’s proposal. This truly was the best day of your life.

As you and your FIANCÉ ( still crazy to you) embraced, the warmth of the sun and the sound of waves crashing seemed to echo your newfound future. In that moment, you both knew that this chapter was just the beginning of a beautiful love story, filled with laughter, adventure, and a family of your own.

Bonus:

“Mrs Chwe,” Hanson called lovingly.

The biggest smile spread across your face.

“ HANSOL,” you playfully smacked his arm. “ stop calling me that, i look like a MADWOMAN. “ you really did , your face all red and your smile so wide almost kinda psychopathic.

“ you look beautiful, you always do”

The End.

OMG VERNON HAD SUCH A CHOKEHOLD ON ME GIYS. I tried please show some love i worked hard in this.

#svt #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt x reader #i love svt #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #fanfic inspo #jjjjeonww #vernon fic #vernon #vernon x reader #hansol vernon chwe #hansol x reader #chwe hansol imagines #vernon chwe

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jadexbnny · 2 months ago

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OVERWHELMING - GETO SUGURU (nsfw)

content. "suguru was just supposed to be trip-sitting you. . .but then you started being a bit too touchy, leading to his boner getting a bit too hard, and suddenly he has you in bed with his touch leaving you flustered enough to green out.

warnings. 18+ !!!! established relationship, horny!geto x high!reader, fem!reader, dom!geto, substance use (THC), penetration, tittie play, oral (m!recieving), unprotected sex, cervix kissing, pet names, fluff, praise, missionairy, creampie.

author's note. i love geto. also, nobody greens out. dw. also if it feels like its kinda jumping around thats bc i tried my best to simulate what being high feels like. also this is my first ever smut so sry if it sucks ass.

word count. 2.4k

"are my fingers wobbling for you too?" you question, looking over at your boyfriend with your palm spread open. you can see it clearly, your digits waving as if they were ocean tides, spread wide open in front of suguru's face.

he looks over at you, brown eyes meeting yours with an expression of 'i fucking told you so' as he lets out a sigh, taking your headphones off and placing them to your side.

"baby, you're high."

you'd promised him that you'd only take 1/3 of that gummy. suguru had narrowed his beautiful brown eyes at you, brushing the hair spilling over the corners of his headphones back in a knowing manner.

"it's never just 1/3 of a gummy with you. . ." he'd murmured, rolling his eyes knowing damn well he'd give in.

and so he had.

you'd giggled, eating the share of the gummy as you'd promised, but as it was to happen, time slowly trudged on yet your high never hit. you'd given it minutes, then hours, and then grown frustrated. following this frustration, and a whole lot of pleading, suguru had agreed to trip-sit you if you ate the rest of that gummy.

which you did.

that brings us to present times.

you're too high. you know you're too high with the way you can feel every sensation ten times more than you normally would. for example, every time you see water you feel like you haven't drank any in years, and every time you look over at suguru you feel your heart ready to rip out of your chest.

"suguru~" you whine, throwing yourself at him, arms wrapped around his neck tight, so tight it feels like you're going to drown if you let go of him.

he doesn't flinch, only letting out a sigh following which his lips curve upwards slightly, a gentle smile that's reserved only for when you're being painfully cute. he hums, a slight question in his voice. in your ears, his voice echoes, as if it's a call for your heart.

"i feel like i'm talking through a megaphone. . ." you mumble before gasping, looking up at him with widened eyes, "am i? is everything i'm saying echoing?" you whisper that last part, as if afraid to talk too loud.

he only chuckles at you, shaking his head and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"no, my love, you're talking perfectly normal, i promise," he mumbles, matching your tone in a comforting manner, an assurance that you're safe. your heart races when he leans closer, and you swear you feel it leave your body when he nuzzles his nose against yours. you've felt his nose against yours a million times, yet every time it brings about that sensation of fluttering.

"i love you. . ." you mumble, looking up at him and smiling, what you think is a bit too wide but that's probably just you being high off your mind.

he mumbles something back but you can barely hear him, all your sensations dialing in on his lips and how they move. have they always moved like that? your gaze shifts to his eyes, looking at you gently. then to his arms, wrapped around you in an embrace. why couldn't you feel any of these sensations before?

the more you think, the more the panic rises in your body.

"fuck, i'm high. . ." you whisper, to which suguru only tilts his head slightly. before he can say anything, your panicked words interrupt him.

"baby! i feel so weird!" you whine, eyes widened with nothing but terror as you look up at him, "i feel like i'm going to die. . ." you complain, lips curving into a frown as you hug him tighter. he only lets out a chuckle, shaking his head a little.

"my silly girl, you won't die. i'm right here." he whispers to you. this however, does not calm your panic as you only sink further and further into your own head, farther and farther away from him.

"i am. . ." "you're not" "but i can't feel my arms-" "that's-" "or my legs. . ." "baby-" "suguru!! i feel so dumb right now!!" he tries to calm you down at first, but then just sighs and picks you up by your thighs, looking up at you with a gentle expression.

"let's go to our room then,"

the walk to your room is a blur and you forget it almost instantly. the only thing that you register is the soft plush of the mattress beneath you and suguru's body pressing on top of yours. you look up at him through your panicked expression and for the first time notice the blush thats dusted over his cheeks, the slight pout on his lips.

"do you even know how hot you are?" he mumbles. his voice is a quiet whisper, yet its filled with a hint of wanting. as you feel yourself snapping out of that panic you were previously in, you feel his body against yours. tight muscles pressed against your sensitive skin and his raging boner nestled right against your stomach.

"why are you hard. . .?" you mumble, looking up at him with a dumbfounded expression.

he looks embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at you and leaning further down so his nose is nestled against your temple, his lips pressed against the skin of your ear. you can feel his breath, warm and tempting as he whispers to you, "in case you didn't know, you've been rubbing up against me for the past hour. . ." he mumbles.

honestly, you've been penting him up for the past hour. rubbing your breasts against him at every chance you, fingers sliding up and down his arms, your body pressed against his. what to you was touch for comfort was to him absolute torture.

"hey," he mumbles, looking at your with that pouting expression of his, "i think you owe me something for being so patient. . .i've waited with this boner for so long, baby," he whispers.

you know damn well what he's doing and it's working. you feel that familiar warmth in your body, that blush creeping up your skin.

he slowly reaches for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up just far enough to expose your perking breasts, one hand reaching for it as his fingers brush over your sensitive nipple. you shudder slightly, your flustered gaze meeting with his eyes, so obviously filled with desire.

"i'll only do it if you're comfortable," he whispers. you bite at your lower lip before nodding a little, "i'm comfy." you mumble. he hums, "you remember the safe word?" you nod again, "lemon,"

almost immediately, his lips cover your nipple, tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive tip. his hands find your other nipple, pinching and rubbing at it, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him. the sensations are so overwhelming, making you feel as though you could cum from this alone. he continues to play with your tits, watching with eager eyes as you writhe beneath him.

your reactions are so cute, he finds himself wanting more. more and more of you until you're all his.

"your reactions are so hot, baby," he mumbles, his hungry gaze meeting with yours. his lips leave your nipple, the cold air leaving them hard as he presses his lips to yours "do you wanna use those pretty lips of yours?" he whispers, moving his lips against yours in what starts out as a gentle kiss. it devolves to one of pure need simply seconds later, with his tongue slipping into your mouth and teasing at the roof of your mouth.

you let out a whimper against his kiss, which only strokes at the fire more. a groan escapes his lips, his hands gently sliding down the side of your body to meet with your womanhood. your skin feels like it's burning, every inch of your body that he touches is left on fire.

and then somehow you're on top of him, completely naked, your lips pressed against his thick cock as it rests against his stomach. he's sat up against the headboard, watching you with eager eyes. you don't process anything, simply letting yourself get carried away as your tongue licks a stripe up his shaft, making him shiver a little.

"you're such a tease, baby. . ." he mumbles, biting on his lower lip as he watches you work your lips around the tip, his cock resting against your chin before you slowly sink it down your throat, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

he shivers at this action, cheeks flushed as the warmth of your mouth envelopes him, your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick, dragging in a teasing motion as you bob your head up and down slowly, deliberately, doing your best to pent him up further. your tongue dragging over his length, so teasing, leaves him groaning, his fingers reaching for your hair and tugging at it lightly.

"pretty girl, don't do this to me," he whispers, voice tinged with desperation. as his eyes meet with yours, you feel your resolve crumble away. his eyes always do that. make you feel like you just give in, trust him, and he'll handle the rest.

you suck at the tip lightly, tongue darting out to lick it in a teasing manner before you actually get to it, sinking down on his cock once more, taking it in your throat and actually giving him some conviction. with every bob of your head, out and in, he lets out a slight groan.

"you're so aggressive when you're high. . ." he mumbles. you can't even feel him in your throat, it feels like an out-of-body sensation, and so you simply continue for a bit before releasing his cock with a 'pop', your hand wrapping around his length to continue the job while you give him a lopsided smile.

and something about the smile sets him off. he reaches for your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss and pushing you onto your back. the plush of the bed meets your back once again as you let out a groan against his lips. he breathes heavily, warm breath mangled with yours.

"can't take it, my love, i need you," he whispers, hurriedly pushing your legs apart to reveal your wet core to him. "need this cunt," his words are rushed as he lines himself up with you, leaving little room for you to react. all your eyes can see are his abs, tense as he holds your legs apart, his thick cock pressed against your entrance and teasingly rubbing against your folds.

"tell me you want it too," he mumbles, his voice hoarse and thick with need. you nod hurriedly, "please, suguru," you mumble.

those words are all he needs. the sensation you feel is delayed but he presses into you, your walls stretching to accommodate his length as he nestles his cock into you. you let out a moan, the sensation of him inside you leaving you breathless. he groans a little, feeling the way you tighten around him.

"relax," he groans, giving you but a second to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. it's ruthless, an obvious sign of just how long he's waited for this. "fuck, you feel so fucking good," he curses, cock dragging against your gooey walls as he fucks you into the sheets. you're a moaning mess, arms gripping at the sheets as you try to find your words.

but you can't. it's so overwhelming. his cock stretching you out, pounding you with a speed much faster than your thoughts are processing at the moment. pleasured moans escape your lips, only encouraging him to continue fucking you harder. it's insane how good he makes you feel, how his dick fits so perfectly into your cunt, how every thrust hits that exact spot that makes you shiver. you can see it in your head, his cock pumping in and out of your tube, a sleeve that's made to pleasure him.

and he knows this. "such a good girl you are," he praises as he leans down, arms to the side of your head as his lips press against yours. his hips continue slamming against yours, unrelenting in their pace as he kisses you roughly. he continues hitting your g-spot, nearly bruising that spot as he continues pleasuring you.

"f-fuck, baby-" you moan against his lips, letting out a whine of pleasure as abuses your g-spot. it feels so overwhelmingly pleasuring. it leaves your cunt contracting against him, and his lips leave yours for a second, his pace slowing a little.

"baby, did you just cum?" he questions through pants, somewhat dumbfounded. you let out a breathless moan, too lost in the sensations to even say anything, "i...i don't know," you moan, "but i want more,"

he smirks at your words, starting to thrust deeper, "mmm, like how i'm filling you up?" he rasps, panting as he continues fucking you. your legs shake slightly as you feel him stretch you again, mind practically blanking from the overstimulation.

"look at you. . .high out of your mind and you still want more. . .my good girl," he grunts, pressing sloppy kisses against your face. you feel his length inside you, your vision hazy as the pleasure takes over your mind. you can't feel anything except for his dick, so deep in you, almost kissing your cervix with every pump.

he reaches down with one hand, pressing his thumb against your swollen nub, teasing it a little. you let out a startled moan, eyes widening as you look up at him. he smirks, shutting you up with his lips again as he continues his ministrations. his shaft pressing deep into you, paired with his rough fingers against your clit

"are you gonna cum for me again, baby?" he grunts, wet thrusts turning sloppier as you nod fervently. he groans, pumping into you faster, wanting to cum alongside you.

"fuck, i'm close," he rasps, and you feel it this time. the orgasm ripping through you, every nerve in your body shivering as the warm sensation ripples from your core to the rest of your body. his fingers overstimulate you as they continue rubbing despite your orgasm. he lets out a hot groan against your ear, his tip kissing your cervix as ropes of sticky, white, cum floods your insides. he fucks his cum into you, gently, his finger shifting to your eyes to brush your hair to the side. his lips press a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out, letting the liquid drip out from your cunt.

his warm arms wrap around you, pulling you close as you feel a kiss pressed to your forehead. "my high baby," he whispers.

credits to @/cafekitsune for the dni banner.

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evilgwrl · 9 months ago

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for educational purposes *cough cough* maybe you could show us an example of price's kinks demonstrated? idkkkk, like a fic displaying public play, with toys and praise...? for educational purposes ofc

this is one of my fave requests ever… hehe

Summary: Restaurant fun with Price involves dining out… and vibrators

CW: Public play with sex toys, praise, orgasms

Your thighs clamped together inside the restaurant, skin sticky with sweat and the evident arousal that leaked from your messy cunt. Your eyebrows darted together in a scrunched pose, wrinkles coiling into your forehead as you gripped the cutlery in the palm of your hands.

“Y’ alright, sweetheart?” John cooed, sick smile coaxing his features as he lapped in your evident frustration.

“T-Too much,” you squeaked, your voice barely loud enough for him to register what you were saying, but the desperation that leaked from you told him all he needed to know.

His fingers clicked against his phone screen, and for a moment you thought you were going to be put out of your misery, before you felt the vibrations against your clit grow even stronger, a harsh gasp leaving your lips as your fork clattered against the china plate.

It was all too much, your panties slick against your heat as you bit your lipstick-stained skin, nibbling the tender flesh between your teeth as you held in any noise.

“Look at the fucking sight of you, hm? Such a beautiful girl.”

“J-John, I can’t,” you whimpered, holding your thighs closer together as you jolted in the chair, your cleavage amplified as you attempted to compose yourself, nipples in stiff peaks under the silken material of your dress.

“You can handle it sweetheart, it’s nearly at 100%. You’re so close aren’t you? You gonna make a mess for me in public?”

You nodded, your head fuzzy with pleasure clouding your vision as you dug your nails into the fat of your thighs, tender flesh wounded with small marks as John turned the power of the vibrator up.

Your legs convulsed as you choked on the air, staring at him with anguished eyes and bitten lips, teeth lightly stained with your makeup. You spat out an expletive as dark blue eyes watched you, taking in every twitch, every soft flutter of your lashes.

The restaurant was lively, couples of all ages situated around you, sharing different stories and lives over an expensive bottle of wine. You were sure it was obvious what was happening to you, but in a sick way, it got you off even more. And it sure as hell got John off, large print of his cock strained against the fabric of his pants, tip leaking a fat pearl of precum.

“Good girl, taking it so well. I could just fuck you right here.” His tone was sultry, laced with want as he stared at you through hooded eyes, his voice a low pitch.

You could barely respond, the vibrations against your puffed clit convulsing ripples of pleasure through every vein, every tendon, every muscle of your body.

“Take your panties off and give them to me,” he demanded, reaching out to grab at your hand across the table, stroking it with faux affection as your eyes widened.

“H-Here? What if someone sees?”

Price smiled, a sickly cloud glazing over his eyes as he nodded. You hesitated, looking around the room before lifting your hips slightly, frustrated fingers hooking the soaked panties down the plush of your thighs, over your knees, and past your ankles as you lifted them from your shoes as discreetly as possible, slipping them into his course palms.

A satisfied grin found a way to his face as he praised you with a simple, “that’s my good girl”.

Somehow, the lack of panties only added to the immense pleasure as your hips rutted against the chair, your slick most likely pooling at the plush underneath your behind.

A string of expletives seeped through your tongue as you gripped onto John’s hands, your panties now tucked away in his breast pocket as he watched you with a sharp expression, eyes lapping over ever inch of you.

You could feel the coil building, the pressure tensing in your stomach as you gripped a napkin, shoving it between your lips. Cerulean eyes glared into yours before your own fluttered shut, the pleasure expanding in your belly snapping, a rough whine settling between the cotton shoved in your mouth.

Your clit convulsed against the vibrations of the silicone toy, breasts shaking as you muffled sweet noises, begging John to slow the pace as the strength of your orgasm washed over you, the nectar the Captain loved gushing from your aching cunt as he brought a palm to your cheek, rubbing affectionately.

“You did so well, honey. Let’s get you home so I can reward you.”

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obitos-whore · 8 months ago

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SFW Alphabet for Gaara

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Gaara adores his s/o's voice. Especially the way they pronounce his name makes his heart flutter like crazy.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

It's hard to pick a favourite part when his partner is the literal definition of perfection. But if he had to choose, it'd be your hands. He loves the feeling of them intertwining with his and especially the way they caress his face.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Despite still struggling with physical touch due to all the neglect and childhood trauma, Gaara really enjoys being the little spoon. Feeling someone holding him close and protectively makes him feel safe and truly wanted.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Being the Kazekage requires a lot of time and also comes with the cost of losing even the tiniest bit of privacy. However, this doesn't stop him from having weekly date nights with you. Most of the time, you two stay at home and cook together and either watch a movie afterwards or take a stroll through the outskirts of the village to go stargazing.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He's not the best with expressing his emotions and often struggles with them and instead tries to describe how he feels, making it sound surprisingly poetic. But what he lacks in words, he'll make up with sweet, subtle gestures and expressions. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear here, a deep, longing gaze there. Another way for him to express his feelings is by making use of the "flower language" and giving you certain flowers to emphasise these emotions of his.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Gaara doesn't necessarily need to start a family with you. But he wouldn't mind if you want to. Though deep down he's afraid that he might end up like his father, even if it's subconscious. Plus, being the Kazekage means less time for you and your children and leaving you to care for them mostly on your own.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gaara is very thoughtful with his gifts and will make sure to give you something that's either very useful, or fits your style and taste. He also doesn't shy away from spending a big amount of money on the gifts. After all, you're his beloved, his heart, and you deserve only the best.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Gaara is rather shy when it comes to pda, especially as the Kazekage. However, if he and his darling are by themselves, for example while taking a stroll under the starlit night sky in the desert, he doesn't mind holding his beloved's hand. Just the feel of their fingers laced with one another makes his heart skip a beat.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it's only a small cut or bruise, he'll be very calm about it and gently tend to your wounds. If it's a stab wound or a deadly injury, he'll try his best to remain calm and stop the bleeding himself while trying to get you help asap. His voice will be a deep, demanding roar tinged with desperation as he calls for a medic. And rest assured, whoever did that to you, will pay greatly for what they have done.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Gaara is very selective when it comes to whom he shares a laugh with. Fortunately, you, as his s/o, happens to be one of the few people he feels comfortable with, though he has a bit of a dry humour, which is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. However, pranks are definitely not something that humour him. Quite the opposite actually. He would never play a prank on his beloved, because that would require him taking advantage of his s/o's fears and vulnerability. And that's definitely something he does not stand for. And he would greatly appreciate it if his partner refrains from playing pranks on him as well.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His favourite spots to kiss you are your forehead, palms and of course your lips. However, if his s/o is shorter than him, he will also plant a tender kiss on the crown of their head. And if his s/o happens to be taller than him, he will place featherlight kisses under their ear and where their jaw ends.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Gaara primarily shows his love to his partner by making time for them, as the lack of it is the biggest con of your relationship. For example; when his partner brings him his lunchbox to his office, he asks them to stay and eat with him. Another way of showing his love are acts of service as well as gift giving. He's meticulous when it comes to these things and also puts a lot of thought behind his gifts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are usually very calm and serene. Gaara is an early bird and usually wakes up at daybreak. He normally stays in bed for a few minutes and watches you sleep or snuggles up to you for some lazy morning cuddles, before he gets out of bed to have a warm cup of tea and get himself ready for the day. If you're an early bird like him, he will have breakfast with you. But if you happen to be the complete opposite, Gaara will have breakfast all by himself before heading off to the Kazekage's office, leaving you a sweet little note wishing you a good day and letting you know how much he loves you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would be losing you, either by death or you not loving him anymore. If you leave him for someone else, he will spend months and even years asking himself what he did wrong to make you lose your feelings towards him. He won't resent you of course, but seeing you happy with someone else hurts him immensely and makes him want to rip out his heart and bury it deep within the desert alongside his memories with you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Whenever he hears someone say your name, a small smile subconsciously adorns his face and his eyes get that soft, adoring look. His siblings often tease him about it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Aside from the classical "Darling" and "Love", Gaara will call you his little "Desert flower". The reason why he calls you that is because your love is the beauty that was able to grow even in the harshest conditions (his past and imperfections).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Gaara is a sucker for anything that includes spending time with you whenever he gets to. Being the leader of an entire village is a very time consuming job, so even spending ten minutes with you are comparable to a paid, six week vacation to him. But one of his all time favourite ways to spend time with you is when he's caring for his cacti and you helping him.

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His most treasured moment in your relationship is when you reassured him in such a heartfelt and sincere way about your love for him, after he had voiced his concerns and doubts about him being worthy of someone as kind, amazing and loveable as you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Gaara does not like having secrets from you and he especially hates lying to you. He has been lied to the majority of his life and could never do the same to others. But he also knows that, in order to understand him better, he needs to communicate openly with you, no matter how sensitive the topic may be. He's good at keeping your secrets though, so you can tell him literally everything about yourself and he would take them to his grave without even an ounce of judgement.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took a good while, because Gaara always lost his confidence last minute before confessing his love to you. He would mentally chide himself for his cowardice, reminding himself that the worst you could say was "No". But that deep rooted fear of rejection and potentially losing you forever just kept messing with his head and hurting his heart.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on whether he is the one responsible for upsetting you, accidentally of course, he would either be calm and collected, offering you comfort and a shoulder to cry on or just vent to. Or he would unintentionally act like a kicked puppy, apologising to you profusely and trying to mend things by making or ordering your favourite food, buying you a huge plush animal, offering you to yell at him to get your emotions out of your system, etc.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Gaara is proud of many things regarding you. But if he had to pick one thing, it would be your resilience and undying devotion and love towards him. He's well aware that there are still people who don't trust him and think you're too good for someone like him. And seeing you defend him and stay by his side through it all without wavering makes him feel both proud and humble at the same time.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Gaara knows you're an independent and resilient human being and therefore lets you go on missions and engage in battles if that's what you want. Of course he feels stressed and anxious about you potentially getting hurt or worse, but he has faith in you and will refrain from treating you like a fragile egg. But he will definitely fight alongside you if possible.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He's perceptive by nature and picks up on a lot of things, like the way your eyebrows furrow when you're thinking about something, or the way your lips purse when something or someone bothers or disgusts you. He's not perfect by any means and there are still some aspects he struggles with, but he's a fast learner and will mentally take notes of every single thing you do, no matter how little it is.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Since Gaara prefers to keep his personal life as private as possible, he would resort to a cute stay at home dinner, followed by a nice, quiet walk around the village at night. He would take the time to gather his courage and rehearse his speech over and over again in his head while taking you to his private garden where he will propose to you under the silvery light of the full moon.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Your voice and general presence are a safe haven for the often tired and stressed Kazekage. He knows, no matter how exhausting or stressful the day may have been, as soon as he's with you, he can unwind and relax. Preferably in your arms, or with his head nestled comfortably in your lap while your hands run through his messy red hair.

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