villeville-chronicles

[zairene]

if i do somehow start writing for aot and it becomes a phase on my blog i’m mostly gonna write levi imma be honest

[m1ckeyb3rry]

sae itoshi lovers you guys won tn

[onlygarden]

[can i watch?] - park sunghoon

genre: smut, some fluff

description: when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom just before you're about to shave your intimate parts, he decides he needs to watch you.

sunghoon x female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, dom sunghoon, sunghoon is down bad for reader and can barely control himself lmao (he's so cutie), sunghoon is a little rough 18+

a/n: i got this idea suddenly while i was shaving in the shower hehe i neeeeeded to bring it to life i hope u guys get me

you step into the humidity of the shower, the steam enveloping you and filling your pores. your body immediately warms. you allow yourself to fully relax as the hot water glides soothingly along your body. after washing up, your mind is plagued with the reminder of needing to shave, already feeling annoyed by the tedious task. didn’t i just shave not too long ago? why does body hair have to grow so fast? you think pointlessly to yourself. 

the sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, and you peek around the shower curtain to see sunghoon brushing his teeth. he notices you, and immediately bites back a smile. 

“you’re gonna get water all over the rug, idiot,” he teases, the sound of his voice being muffled by his toothbrush making you giggle. 

you playfully scowl. “the curtain’s hardly open, idiot,” you respond, “and you’re gonna get toothpaste all over the floor if you keep trying to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth,” you jest. sunghoon laughs immediately, your playful smirk stretching into a wide smile following his infectious laughter. 

you close the curtain, and you can hear the subtle sounds of your boyfriend rinsing his mouth. a sudden, dramatic sigh travels through the bathroom. 

“why does it take you an eternity to shower?” he pokes jokingly. “are you not done already?” the shower curtain is promptly yanked open to allow your boyfriend enough space to point to his wrist playfully, signaling for you to hurry up. 

you can’t conceal your surprise at his sudden action, but you break into a fit of laughter at his silliness, pushing his body away and shutting the curtain. “you’re scum,” you tell him, as you continue to laugh. “don’t you have any manners?” when he begins speaking you can tell by the volume of his voice that he’s still close to the curtain. “after fucking you senseless so many times i figured you were cool with me seeing you naked,” he digs, anticipating your reaction with a smile on his face.

you peek your head outside of the shower once again, greeting sunghoon with repeated smacks to his chest before returning to the flow of warm water. sunghoon stumbles back a bit, letting out an ‘ah’ through his laughter as your hand thumped against him. 

 “what else do you even need to do? haven’t you finished washing up by now?” sunghoon asks from the other side of the curtain. how cute is he, getting impatient as your time in the shower interrupts your time with him. 

“i’ll be done soon, i just need to finish shaving,” you tell him, completely oblivious to the idea that appeared unexpectedly in your boyfriend’s mind. 

“can i watch?” he asks, an ill-fitting casual tone lacing his brazen words. 

what?

you’re wildly flustered by his sudden request. 

“why would you want to? i promise it’s not anything special,” you tell him, confused as to why he’d want to watch you do such a simple thing in the first place. he was probably expecting your intimate parts to be put on an alluring display, but it’s not like you ever looked irresistibly attractive while you shaved. 

“please just let me watch, i’ve always been curious about it,” he pleads, his hopes of convincing you to comply with his request resting in the sky. “anything you do is special. and sexy.” 

gosh. you sigh. how were you supposed to resist your precious boyfriend when he asked you like that? his curiosity towards the way you complete such a mundane function seemed genuine, anyway. 

you comply, although you make him understand the conditions of his request. 

“fine. but it won’t be sexy, just so you know. i’m just gonna shave in the same unflattering position that i always do.” 

sunghoon flings the shower curtain aside with excitement, looking directly into your eyes with a faint smirk dusting his features. god, he’s so attractive, you thought. you could just melt into a puddle under his gaze. 

“do i have to remind you that you’re always sexy, even when you aren’t trying to look sexy?” 

a wide smile crawls across your face, your lips utterly betraying you, and you bite your lip to prevent it from growing any further. “shut up,” you say, turning around to grab your razor, then sitting down with your back resting against the wall of the shower. 

sunghoon leans his shoulder against the wall near the shower, crossing his arms over his chest. his intense stare almost made you uncomfortable, but you remember his undeniable desire to watch you do this, and his enthusiasm assists you in relaxing. he was your boyfriend, after all. you were always candid around him. he’s seen you do everything, whether you felt attractive or not. 

you separate your legs, completely exposing the most intimate part of yourself in such a natural setting. sunghoon inhales sharply. 

you look up at him, noticing the sudden heaviness of his expression, his features tugged down by such a tempting display. his eyelids were notably lax. is he already starting to get turned on? 

upon noticing your gaze, his stare travels from your unshaven pussy to your eyes. 

“you ready for the show?” you joke, relieving a bit of the tension. i’ll end up hurting myself if i get turned on, too. sunghoon smiles a bit. “i’m stoked,” he replies with the same friskiness. 

you slightly adjust the way you were sitting to give yourself a proper view of each spot that needed your razor’s attention. you begin gliding the razor across the sensitive skin attentively, using your fingers to spread yourself as you needed. sunghoon’s eyes were stubbornly locked onto the scene in front of him. 

the way your fingers moved across your pussy, although you weren’t trying to pleasure yourself it still drove him insane. blood began rushing to his cock and the speed of his breathing steadily increased. he throbbed in his sweatpants. you enthralled him. he almost couldn’t take it. why would he ask to be tortured like this? idly watching you, pussy exposed, as you casually glided the razor and your fingers across your delicate skin. 

god he was so turned on. he struggled to contain his predatory cravings while you carefully shaved yourself, since he didn’t want you to end up getting hurt. still, he needed you painfully. 

“babe, finish up,” sunghoon suddenly says, voice deep and breathless. your pussy throbbed a bit at the desperation in his voice, and with the way you were fully exposed before him, you know he must’ve noticed it. 

“i’m almost done, baby. just one more thing,” you say tenderly. 

his awestricken gaze remains attached to you as you suddenly stand up. he impatiently slips off his shirt, wanting to be ready to latch onto you when you’re finally finished. 

you turn your body around, sunghoon’s eyes immediately traveling the expanse of your bare shoulders, moving to the curves of your waist, and utterly basking in the plumpness of your lovely behind. your skin burned as you could feel his intense stare. 

although you were never uneasy around sunghoon, what you were about to do next made you a bit too bashful to face him. 

you spread your ass apart to shave the space in between, wanting to make sure all your intimate parts were perfectly smooth. sunghoon’s mouth falls open slightly in astonishment, and he exhales heavily, eyes fluttering in a faint manner. did you enjoy torturing him? 

hearing his reaction, you’re quite surprised that he actually found your actions sexy, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. 

sunghoon was so aroused he felt like he could explode. the fight against his inner desire to touch you is increasing rapidly in difficulty. he quickly removes his sweatpants and boxers, his painfully solid cock springing free, already dripping in anticipation of being sheathed inside your heavenly pussy. 

you rinse your razor off underneath the stream of the shower, and you quickly rinse your body to rid yourself of any tiny loose hairs. 

“all done,” you say, turning to look at sunghoon, the unobstructed sight of his naked body sending heat across your skin. 

he quickly joins you in the shower, shutting the curtain behind him and grabbing your hips with fervor. he pulls you towards him until his cock is poking at your stomach, and he walks forward until you thud against the shower wall. your hands reach his chest, gliding across the skin until they rest upon his shoulders. 

“you looked so fucking sexy doing that,” his hands begin to tighten around your hips as if he was starving, and you were the meal he was aching to devour. “it was so hard to stop myself from pushing you against the wall and fucking you until can barely speak,” he connects his lips with yours before you can even react to his crude words, and you can immediately feel the fierce, greedy arousal that had been welling up inside him. 

he shoves his tongue into your mouth, too hungry to play the slow and gentle game with you. he felt like he could burst at the seams. 

his hand moves from your hips to your pussy, his middle finger sliding eagerly between your folds, exploring and inspecting you to check if you were ready to take him. he just couldn’t take it. he’d never felt so impatient about anything in his life. 

he breathes out as you moan quietly into his mouth, your voice breaking and your volume suddenly increasing as he shoves his middle finger inside of you with haste. you grip the space between his neck and shoulder in desperation. 

he pulls his face away from yours to watch your features contort as he pumps his middle finger slowly inside of you. 

“you really this wet just from me looking at you?” his palm makes repeated contact with your clit, and his finger persistently skates along the spongy patch inside of you.  

“should i stretch you out some more? hm?” he asks, not truly expecting an answer. his ring finger glides directly beside his other digit, and his pumping grows rapid once both fingers are fully enveloped by your warmth. 

grabbing the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg up to gain a more generous angle. he admired as your pussy laid on display, just for him. just how he wanted it to be. 

your eyes nearly flutter shut, your face twitching in bliss as his fingers move in and out of you at a swift pace. his palm made contact with your clit each time his fingers rammed inside of you, and the way he stared menacingly into your eyes as he forced you open on his fingers entirely overwhelmed you. your eyes already burned with tears from the pleasure sunghoon piled onto you. 

he smirked down at you. how cute, he thought. 

“aw baby, are you already crying for me?” his fingers don’t falter as he speaks to you condescendingly. 

“is my cock gonna be too much for you?” you shake your head urgently, sunghoon’s skilled fingers sending your mind to an unimaginable state, beyond delirious. sunghoon lets out a satisfied chuckle before he speaks again. 

“i know it’s not. you’re just gonna take it however i give it to you.” as his words fall out of his mouth menacingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dizzy and empty before lowering your leg. sunghoon already waited enough. he needed to be inside you. 

“turn around,” he says bluntly. you quickly oblige, never daring to question a request during sex with sunghoon. 

your hands rest against the slippery shower wall, and you feel sunghoon’s hands upon your hips again, pulling them back until he’s pleased with your position. twinged with desire for you, sunghoon’s hands find your ass and he spreads it apart, smacking it. how relieving was it that he could finally touch you the way he desperately wanted to as he watched you moments before. 

sunghoon kisses your back, causing you to twitch. his lips move to the side of your neck before grazing your ear, his nose sniffing your hair. he was intoxicated by everything about you. 

“need to know you’re ready for me,” he whispers, waiting for your approval before letting his impulses take control of him. 

“i’m ready, sunghoon.” you announce gently.

his length, unimaginably stiff with need, rams into you abruptly to the hilt. sunghoon takes a moment to revel in the fact that he’s finally surrounded by your pussy. your warm silky pussy was hugging him so snugly, and he’s never felt more compelled by anything in his entire lifetime. 

he starts ramming into you, punishing your insides with the ferocity and speed of his hips. his grip on your hips tightens to a painful measure, his nails digging into your skin, showing you just how hungrily he longed to bury himself into you, just how deprived he was of the pleasure you provided him with.

“hoon, slow down! too fast!” you moan out, barely finding the ability to speak due to the way he relentlessly tore through you. 

he continued the way he torturously snapped into you, not changing the way his hips moved in the slightest.

“you know i can’t, baby,” he breathes out, “just be a good girl and take it for me, like you always do.” as he continues his harsh dealing of your body, your moans begin to sound more like sobs. 

god, he was obsessed with it. 

“it’s ok baby, fuck, i know you can do it.” sunghoon was in bliss. there was no way he could stop now, especially when he knew you could handle it. sunghoon knows you well enough to recognize when you’re at your limit, and you still had more to give him.

“ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” sunghoon groans, using one hand to brace himself against the shower wall. you were absolutely falling apart underneath him. 

“so soft, so pretty for me,” he tells you, his brows furrowing as he surrenders himself entirely to your pleasure. he moves to attach his lips to your neck, and your mouth gapes open, your cries now struggling to leave your throat. 

“close, sunghoon,” you manage to tell him, and the way your name falls off his lips along with the uncontrollable moans you let out leaves him dazed. 

“oh god baby, me too,” he says, his voice strained. he returns his lips to your neck, breathy groans leaving him as he grows closer to spilling inside of you. 

his hand that rested on your hip glides along your stomach and down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles causing you to shove your hips back towards him. his lips detach from your neck as he moans deeply. you grab his forearm, pleading with him to take it easier on you, but he continues regardless. 

you cuss and stutter out sunghoon’s name as you cum, your body curling forward slightly, utterly overwhelmed by the blinding waves of pleasure coursing through you. you barely register sunghoon’s chants of “that’s it, baby,” as your eyes flutter and roll back, your body trying to handle the orgasm that sunghoon just gave you. 

the way your body shook and your pussy spasmed around his cock made sunghoon squeeze your hip brutally as he groaned, closing his eyes. he spilled inside you, his mouth falling open as deep, breathy moans fell from his lips in slow succession, the pace of his hips slowing to a complete stop. he furrowed his brows, astonished by the high that only you could give rise to.

he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burrowing his face into your neck as the both of you recovered. the feeling of his breath against your neck sent chills fiercely coursing through you. 

“god, you’re amazing,” he mumbles into your neck, placing his parted lips on the moist skin softly, his breath still hitting your neck with the wispiness of a feather. you smile, turning to glance back at him as his head lifts from the refuge of your skin. 

he pulls his length out of you slowly, now drenched in your essence having just been plunged inside of you. his length gradually leaves you empty as your pussy returns to it’s normal size, reminding you just how much he stretched you out. 

he turns your body around, moving his hands fondly along the curve of your waist, fingers satisfied by the smoothness of the trail they traveled. he pauses when he notices the prominent nail marks and bruises around your hips. you can recall the way he heedlessly attacked your hips while drilling into you, but you weren’t burdened by it at all. 

he frowns and shifts his eyes to meet yours. “i’m really sorry, baby, i didn’t realize,” he says regretfully. “are you hurt?” he asks with concern, hoping for a certain answer. the endless domain of his shiny brown eyes makes you melt, your adoration for him swelling within you. 

you smile a bit, shaking your head to convey your lighthearted perception of his actions. “hoon, i’m fine. it didn’t bother me one bit,” you assure him, pinching his cheek. 

his expression flips with a bright cheekiness at your admission. “yea, i could tell,” he pokes, beginning to dramatically mimic the sounds of your pleasured cries from moments ago. 

you gasp, lifting your fist to bash the side of it into his chest repeatedly. sunghoon laughs, his embarrassing mockery of you stopping as you began your onslaught. you push his giggling body off of you and pout in jest. you move past him to step towards the warm water, rinsing your sweaty body. 

you feel his hands drifting across your body again as he sweetly says, “here, let me wash you up.”

[cherry-leclerc]

stolen sweethearts ☆ cl16

genre: humor, angst, yearning, pining after three years so maybe slowburn??, fluff, second chances, whipped!charles

word count: 4.3k

Everything that leads to your wedding day and ends up with a knock on your door from your ex-boyfreind and an infamous letter.

req!...longer than intended, whoops! enjoy, anons :)

inspired by this !

“You’re making a mistake—”

Your eye twitches in the slightest, glossy lips curling into a snarl. “Shut up and be quiet.”

“What?” 

Looking down at your boyfriend, dressed in Armani from head to toe and a blank expression, you wince apologetically. You grasp his hand tighter, knuckles becoming white, and smile widely, tears brimming the corner of your eyes. “Not you, honey!” A wet chuckle escapes when he visibly relaxes. “Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes.”

The engagement party was a pleasant surprise, filled with congratulations and early wedding gifts. It also brought out a large group of your friends from hibernation. “Felicidades,” Carlos says with a teasing smirk. “I truly never thought I’d see the day you settle.” 

You bit the air. “Ha ha. That was the old me. New me is a completely changed woman thanks to true unconditional love. It’s crazy, try it out some time,” you shoot back. 

The Spaniard simply scowls and bows away, returning to his earlier conversation. You consider yourself lucky—as if you committed a successful heist and somehow got away with it. He was handsome, with bright eyes, dark hair, and tempting lips. There truly wasn’t a single flaw to your now fiancé. And if there were, no one ironically saw it but Lando.

“You’re making a—”

“Mistake?” you finish off his sentence, sighing and rubbing your temples. “So you say.” You were in the middle of ordering yourself another piña colada when he hounded you like a madman. The Brit blows out with a tired expression, as if he were giving up on all of humanity. 

“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.” Angling your head to aim a dirty glare, you silently flip him off as he uses your earlier words against you. 

“Aren’t you tired, Lan? It’s been three years, let it go.”

The blue eyed boy musters a threatening look and then rips your sweet treat away from your grip, immediately claiming ownership. Your brows fly up with an offended scoff. He chugs it all down before shaking his curls adamantly. “No, I will not let it go. Bloody hell, you’re one stubborn gal—you can’t go through with this.”

For the shortest second, a ray of hesitance strikes your face when you spot your fiancé, happily indulging in a round of shots with Carlos, Max, and Daniel. The group laughs with amusement over something he says. Your lips wobble, turning back to your friend, shooting lasers. “Why not? And please don’t say—”

“Charles.” Somehow, even with the mention of his name, your world still manages to spin off its axis, alarming your remaining sanity. Last time you saw the Monegasque was quite the day, ending with regretful words and inferior decisions. Lando grimaces when you let out a shaky breath. “You know you haven’t gotten over him. And I can guarantee you that this…” He spins his index finger around the flashing room. “Will not make the difference you're hoping it will.”

-

Have you made your Christmas list? I told you I need it at least two weeks prior. I work well under pressure, but for God’s sake, honey, this is too much. Charles chuckles, cleaning his pair of Ray Bans against the hem of your skirt. You sigh. 

Oui. Making his way over to his duffel bag, he retreats a crumpled up piece of paper. Oh, um, shit. The green eyed boy cringes with embarrassment, pouting modestly. You swallow the giggle sliding up your throat when he frowns furthermore. I swear I had it! It must've gotten crushed with all my stuff. You know what? Charles strolls over to the flight of stairs. I’ll just make a new one, give me a sec. 

As soon as he leaves, you yawn, stretching out like a cat. You can’t help the fluffy feeling; Christmas always adds to it. But something about this one felt distinctively different and you couldn’t place the reason why. 

Your orbs flicker across the dimly lit room before falling back to the thin piece of paper. Patting your palms on your thighs, you get up and delicately open it up, curiosity overflowing. It shouldn’t have mattered, he was going to re-write it anyways. 

His calligraphy had always been messy, and yet you always—somehow—understood; from the start of his sentences to the final dot. But this had to be the one and only time you wish you weren’t so comprehensive. 

I’ve been thinking about us

A lot recently, actually

I’ve had some thoughts over these past few weeks and

I think we should just end things.

You bat your eyes, already feeling the pressure forming behind, stinging harshly. Was this meant for you? For you to find? Had it been intentional the moment he pulled out the fucking note? Would he just not come back and was it all an excuse?

But he does. And his pale face answers all of your questions. 

Oh fuck, what have you done?

Rage fuels within you as you briskly brush away the acid sliding down your burgundy cheeks, heat rushing through your body. What have I done? What the fuck is this bullshit, Charles? 

The Monegasque instantly rushes over, trying to get ahold of the piece of paper. You rapidly pull it away and force a step back as you let out a wet chuckle. He winces at the cold sound. Why would you do that? Why did you do that?

So you’re not denying it? You wrote this? You knew he had, his writing was imprinted into your brain like a manuscript you had professionally studied endless hours.

His skin only loses more color with every passing second. I’m not trying to blame you! I did. I did write that—but that was so long ago, you have to believe me, and I can explain! He kneels down, silently pleading you to bless him with a spare minute. Just let me explain it all to you. 

I never took you for a poet, you bitterly spit out as you continue skimming through the full page. You have a lot on your mind—a lot. Scanning his desperate state, you can’t help but let out a soft whimper, scrunching your nose. 

I’m not, shit. He grips your thighs from where he is and lets out a set of shaky breaths. Do you remember when—

I don't want to remember, you let out. I just simply want to forget. 

He can creepily hear the way your heart is breaking and how his follows along with every word, puncturing his soul. You don’t even notice his coming arm, taking half of the note away and you irritatedly pull back, causing it to rip in half. 

That does it, bullying you down to the floor where you start to cry. Out of anger, out of betrayal, out of everything. The green eyed boy tries to soothe you, mumbling into your hair but you’re too busy zoning out that you don’t catch a single confession.

Leave.

Charles flinches; you can feel it as he presses close to you. What?

He almost doesn’t recognize you when you furiously push him off, crawling back with a sense of suffocation. Pain crosses his eyes as he watches you create distance. I don’t want you anymore. I don’t want you here anymore—leave.

Anyone who knows Charles would know that he never gave up. He either spoke down on himself and pitied for a while, but never ever gave up. So this was a first. A tough pill to swallow.

If that's what you want me to do, then…okay. He stands up firmly, but inside he’s terrified that his limbs might call out for the day. But I love you. So don’t ever ask me to stop. And he walks out of your life after evilly twisting the knife.

With a new note and ring box deep inside his pocket.

-

Despaired eyes flicker over to where Charles eases into a conversation with Carmen and George, occasionally clenching his jaw. You hadn’t invited him—that’s just absurd—but he had gotten word from blabbermouth Pierre and you didn’t have the solidity to say no. From the looks of it, he didn’t want to be here either.

“Well I’ve got news for you, my dear friend, I love Hudson, so climb on board because this is happening…” Your voice trails off the second your ex looks up, as if he felt your eyes drawn onto him. Normally they’re dazzling and filled with joy, but the unfamiliar injured expression is like a punch to the gut. Your conscience calls you out on it, slapping you back into reality. Turning to Lando, you purse your lips tightly. “Who even is Charles?”

-

“God! When I saw Charles had showed up I just wanted to dig up a hole and never come out! Who would willingly go to their exes' engagement party?” Like a spinning top, you fume at Kika whose eyes shine at the sight of you, even after barking. “You should have warned me Pierre would do that. God, I hate that jerk sometimes.”

The Portuguese hums. “Me too…” You flick a questionable brow. Kika giggles, fixing your white gown, feathering it out like a dove. “I know, I should have! Bad friend, bad friend,” she childishly says. You can’t help rolling your eyes, returning your attention back to your reflection. “But if we’re being truthful here, someone should have warned Charles.” 

“What are you talking about?”

Taking a quick sip of the complimentary champagne, she nods enthusiastically. “No one gave him a heads up. He thought it was just any other ordinary party—nowhere near a proposal.” 

Your stomach churns, mortification taking over at the sudden report. Charles’ reaction was odd, but you couldn’t help filling up with satisfaction, climbing onto your high horse when you saw it. Never in a million years did you ever consider that being a surprise to him too. Hellooo? Coughing awkwardly, you swat her hand far away. Kika yelps. 

“Yeah, well he deserves it.” You chug down the rest of her drink in a matter of seconds. Her wide eyes grow larger as she nervously giggles. “No one ever gave me a warning either.”

-

You were never one for being superstitious, but if anyone ever taught you something valuable, then it would be to never make contact with the groom before the wedding ceremony. He probably didn’t know any better—it of course wasn’t intentional—but that doesn’t stop your heartbeat from spiking up when you spot your fiancé sauntering over to where to stand.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss. Hudson furrows his thick brow. What are you talking about? I came to see you. You look fucking hot by the way. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shoo him, expensive jewelry clinking against one another. “Listen, that’s sweet and all, but you need to leave or else you’re going to ruin it!” You already did, the devil on your shoulder growls. You try relaxing, but can still feel the tenseness shifting between your shoulder blades. “Hudson, I’m dead serious, go.”

The stubborn brunette raises his arms in defense, mouthing a quick wow and walking back out. Were you being a tad bit colder than intended? Was there a better way to deal with the unwanted interaction? Yes. Probably. That’s what you tried to convince yourself because you knew the longer you pondered, the quicker you would realize that Lando was right.

You were making a mistake. 

Charles isn’t any better off. He twists and turns the entire night, debating whether he should attend the occasion he knew would most likely make him flat line, but the curiosity definitely got to him. He always wondered what type of dress you would exclusively choose, perfect in every detail. Your hair, your heels. Your smile. Because they weren’t all the same. There was the kind that would sort of slip to a subtle, shy frown when he would compliment you, so he often saw lots of those. Or the kind that would cause your eyes to crinkle—he witnessed those when he would tickle you half to death, laughing loudly as tears would start to form. What he would kill to see you beam back at him once again…

But naturally, he talked himself out of it. What good does it do for him? The following morning, as he blinks strangely at the white wall, he starts to reminisce to himself. Like your first date—which was originally for both Carlos and Isa—but you both weaseled your way in. Or the time he taught you how to skate; only to remember he doesn’t know how to skate. He kept apologizing as the doctor secured your arm with a bright pink cast, but you only laughed, begging him to be the first to sign it. You were probably high off of meds, but still. 

A peculiar feeling washes over as he spots an old shoe box. He almost dashes out of the arctic room when he realizes what it holds, but deliberately crunches down to open it. 

And he knows what to do.

-

“He wants to see you,” Lily shrieks, peeking out into the hallway, then jumping back in. The teal dress was doing wonders for her skin tone, but you couldn’t help the agitation. Tell him I don’t want to see him. We have a whole lifetime to do that, you groan, slipping onto your heels. 

Your bridesmaid clicks her tongue, widening the entrance as you hold back a much needed gasp. “I think you should tell him yourself…”

“I only need a minute,” Charles stammers, a thin layer of sweat coating his sharp nose. You’re too afraid to speak, so you robotically nod as you watch everyone scurry out, giving you two privacy. The twenty-six year old shyly gets closer, gently pinching a piece of paper in between his clammy grip. Your heart stops. “I walked beneath a ladder…on my way here,” he clarifies. You blink, long lashes fluttering like a fan. “I don’t think I’ll ever learn.”

-

If I had known you were this manly, I would’ve married you a lifetime ago. It slips out like a force of nature before you can stop yourself as your boyfriend halts from his task. The day was soon ending, late November, and you were both working together on painting the bedroom your dream shade. He had tried talking you out of it because it was simply—just white— but you had hounded him until he agreed. Now he stands here with a white coloring staining his dark gray shirt and you’ve never been happier.

Is that something you might want? Charles tries to play it cool, picking up from where he left off, lips itching into a goofy grin. To get married?

You’re almost glad he’s not facing you since you're as bright as a tomato. I won’t lie, I’ve definitely thought about it. You take a sip of water, suddenly caught with a dry throat. Could be nice. 

The Monegaque flips around to face you, placing the paint roller down and strolling over to where you sit criss-cross. You visibly gulp; electricity slipping into the small room. It would be, wouldn’t it? His pink lips ghost over yours as you lean in a bit. 

Yeah…

Could kiss you anytime I want… Kiss. Fuck you anytime I want… Another kiss. My fucking dream.

You moan against his touch, melting away like an ice cream sundae. I-I-I really think we could do it; be married. You had been together for so long now, you’re honestly surprised you hadn’t had this conversation any sooner. I would choose that exact same shade for my dress, you squeal, pointing at the wet wall. He hums. Not eggshell, not timid white—whipped cream, if you will.

Ahhhh, smart girl, he teases, nipping at your bottom lip. You practice this shit when I’m not around?

You laugh. I’ve been taught all kinds of tones from birth. My father was a painter himself, remember?

Of course I do, mon amour. He only created the best piece of art yet, he announces with a cheshire smile, watercolor eyes pointing down at you. You blush. 

You’re such a klutz, you would probably do something stupid like walk underneath a ladder on our wedding day. You only do it every time, you say, wiggling out of his grip as he tickles you. 

I swear I don't do that shit on purpose, it just happens, okay?

Pressing your nose against his, you cozily sigh. As long as we don’t see eachother until the actual ceremony, then I won’t be too upset. 

Is that a promise?

You nod. That’s a fucking vow.

-

“You called it.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you chuckle when you nearly tip over. “Yeah, you’ve always been like that, but don’t think about it too much—it’s not like it’s your wedding.”

He clenches his sharp jaw. “Sure, but bad luck is bad luck, no? And I think I’m quite familiar with it.”

His words shouldn’t impact you so much years laters, but they do. Perhaps it’s due to his sorrowful stare, or his anxious tick, but it kills you just the same way it did that December night. You let out a light shudder, blinking away tears. “What do you want, Charles?”

“I wrote you a letter.”

God—a heartfelt note is the last thing you wanted and today was not the day to receive it either. Or ever. Not when it came from him. “I’m sorry, but it’s a bit too late for that. I’m about to be a married woman in approximately an hour.” You narrow your neat brows, flawless makeup shimmering against the sunbeams. “What gives you the right to walk back into my life, get shit off your chest for your own sake, and just for you to do what? Leave?” 

You’re not being fair; not completely, but you can't help it. For the longest time, you thought you were over it, but clearly not. Charles licks his rosy lips, closing the gap between you two. “This isn’t something I just came up with.” He extends his arm out. “I wrote this three years ago.”

You inhale sharply, suspiciously eyeing the white paper. Please, just read it. Back then you could never turn him down, as much as you tried…

And it appears like today wasn’t any different.

It’s almost hilarious to think about how much you cried on your proposal date and how much you are now. You were a light rain at best when Hudson got down on one knee, but Charles stands here, tall, and you’re a complete waterfall. 

“Y-you were going to ask me to…” A headache comes rolling in as you let out a wet cry. “This isn’t true; it isn’t real. You wrote this today and came here to fuck with me.”

The Monegasque shakes his head in panic, blood painting his higher cheekbones. “No—listen; the first letter you found, I did write that.” You grimace. “But I swear I took it back immediately. It’s just that you were getting so much hate during that time, and you would always cry, and then you’d say you were never crying…You were in a really dark place. Do you remember?”

How could you not? You knew not everyone was going to love you for dating one of the top Formula One drivers, but you never expected to read such brutal messages either. They were descriptive, and cruel, and ruthless, and it crushed you more than you’d like to admit. Which was fucking stupid since there was always a rather large community that loved and adored you, and Charles loved and adored you—and yet.

You release a shaky breath, desperately rubbing your eyelids. Lily would probably throw a fit at your now snotty and smudged makeup, but you couldn’t really think too deeply about any of that right now. “What does that have to do with anything?”

The brunette cradles your face and you hate when you lean into his warm touch. “I just wanted all of that to end; for you to feel better. And I could never actually say the words, so I drafted a letter, and I’m so fucking sorry, mon amour.” The tides crash inside your chest, getting harder to breathe. “It has been my biggest regret. Hurting you.”

He did more than hurt you; he broke you completely. Like a porcelain doll, like a trophy, like a mirrorball; it ruined you. But you know he knows that when his eyes slowly turn red. “But then I thought to myself, it doesn’t have to be that way! W-we could restrict comments, I could post something and stand up for the woman I love, and I could reassure her by vowing the most sacred thing there could ever exist…And I sat down and wrote this letter.”

If you thought Charles loved you before, then you’re a fool. He was utterly infatuated, devoted, obsessed and drowning in fervor. This letter may be old, slightly cutting loose around the edges, but it’s pinned as straight as can be. Not like the last.

“My only mistake was writing the first, and to even consider giving up on us. My best decision has been writing the second, and promising to stick by you the way I knew I was put on this Earth to do.” Charles carefully draws you in closer. “But I know nothing could ever fix the shit I’ve put you through, but I’m begging for the chance to try.” He kisses your temple and you relax against his lips. “I’m fucking desperate—just one.”

He slips out his original ring box and shines the gem back at you. It’s smaller than the one Hudson had given you, thinner too.

But it has you written all over.

A dizzy spell hovers over as you blink hastily. Charles doesn’t dare to breathe, waiting for you. “This isn’t…I just…” You bite your lower lip, glossy orbs flickering towards the band and then back at him. “Thank you for taking the time to apologize and clear things up; I really needed that, but I can’t do this.” You step out of his embrace, immediately freezing as if you were spending a winter in Iceland. His heart palpitates hysterically, green eyes skimming your features. “This isn’t what I had in mind—this isn’t what’s supposed to happen,” you press sternly.

“You’re right; it’s not.” Though you had just said the same, hearing him repeat it jams the knife deeper into your heart. You can hear chaos ensuing down the hallway, your friends chirping happily at one another. Contrary to what was going on in here. “It’s not because you can’t marry him. Because you know you don’t love him the way you say you do.” He laughs. “You tolerate him at best! I saw the way you avoided him getting down on one knee that day. You kept running off until you couldn’t anymore.” You burn up. “And who was the first person you looked for as he slipped that ring onto your finger? Me.”

“You’re paying too much attention to detail,” you retort, almost snarling.

 “Sure, and that’s eggshell.”

It’s like a slap to the face. Your blurry vision focuses onto your dress for a second before snapping back up. “It’s whipped cream. The way I wanted.”

The Monegasque rolls his watercolor eyes, nostrils fuming. “Open up your eyes and see—It’s. Eggshell. Nothing about this is anything you ever dreamt of for your wedding! From your dress, to your ring, to your fucking fiancé!” He huffs. “This ring is all I could have afforded back then, but I would have sold my heart to get you a fucking star if that’s what you wanted…But you’ve always liked the simpler things. You always said you didn’t need a huge diamond to prove your devotion. Look at you now,” he says, signaling to your ring that swallows your hand whole. “All of this is fake.”

You’re sobbing now. You’re bubbling with anger. Because he was here, with you, out of all days. Because he was still the same man who broke your heart and stitched it back up. 

Because he was right.

Brushing your nose with the back of your hand, you stare up weakly, defeated. “What do you want me to do?” you whisper, brows drawn together as he folds over completely over your goddess state.

“Don’t marry him and come with me.”

Though you knew that was what he wanted from the moment he walked past the door, it still knocked the last breath you held. 

Things were never easy with him. There were constant fights—but that never seemed to matter by the end of the day. There was constant hate—but you always braved through it because you needed him. 

And he steadied you. Charles was the first one to apologize, even if the majority of arguments weren’t his fault. Charles was the one who despite crushing his own heart, he wrote that letter to keep you untouched from his fans, from the media.

The letter hurt; like a motherfucker—and it would take a while to forgive…

But there’s no one else you would rather work through with it than with him.

Smiling softly, you nod, almost as if you can’t believe you’re actually doing this. Charles lets out a heavy exhale, laughing as he hugs you tightly, leaving you like a fish out on land. But you’re giggling through it all. “I have to talk to Hudson first, oh God, I have to talk to his family…” you shriek, pale and mortified.

“You know,” he starts. “We could skip all of that and just—”

“No,” you coldly press. Charles’ brows fly up. “I have to do this.” Distancing yourself from him, you wobble to the wooden door before looking back at the handsome man who stands proudly with his neat suit. Butterflies expand freely. “You’ll still be here when I get back, right?”

With a single hand pressed against his heart, he nods, as if you held the keys to all gates. “I’ll be wherever you need me to be from now on.” With that, you grin, eyes crinkling and exit the room.

What happened to your makeup? Lily squeals when she spots you running down the hallway, tripping over her tall heels as Alex catches her. There better be a reasonable explanation to this!

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[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”

mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!

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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.

“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.

hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.

he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit

“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”

his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”

“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.

“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.

“what?”

“callin’ me your friend?”

“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”

he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.

“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.

you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself

“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”

you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”

as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.

“right, best friend?” you urge some more

he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”

“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”

you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.

"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.

he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.

“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”

you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.

hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"

cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”

“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"

“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”

“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.

hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”

in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”

finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”

“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.

you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.

he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.

[planetpedri]

Hi sorry if I’m insisting but are we getting anything for Jobe soon?

Kingston — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Starting a new relationship came with it’s perks, and your boyfriend seemed to love learning everything about you.

Word count: 587

Disclaimer/s: this is purely fluff!

A/N: i have sm req’s piling up, sorry if i don’t see them all xxx i’m trying to get around to them more though!

Sitting across the wooden table from Jobe, you fiddled with the plastic coffee cup in your hand. You were nervous, he always made you nervous. Especially when he looked at you in the way he did.

His lips curling at the sides, showcasing the dimple you loved so much. The way his blinking came in short intervals and fluttered quickly, like he would miss something if he kept them closed for too long. The corners of his eyes crinkling when you said something that made him laugh, oh God you couldn’t even think about his laugh or you’d go nuts.

Jobe was a listener through and through, he always urged you to speak more, to tell him things you enjoyed, the things you were passionate about.

That’s what he was doing right now. He’d asked you about your favorite animal, to which your face had brightened at.

That expression was why he asked these questions. You talking about something you were passionate about seemed to bring out an expression he rarely got to see.

You’d stopped speaking suddenly, though. Confusing the boy. “Is something wrong?” He asks, eyebrows pinching together in concern.

“I’ve been speaking this whole time.” You point out, “it’s not fair.”

Jobe chuckles at this, his head dipping down before he looks back to you. “No, no, I want to hear you talk.” He explains, “I want to know these things.”

Oh, that got you.

Your dace flushes a crimson red, “that’s sweet, Jobe. But, it’s not fair because I want to know these things about you.” Bringing the cup to your lips, you take a quick drink and motion for him to speak. “Tell me about something you like, other than football.” You finish after swallowing.

Jobe’s eye’s widen dramatically, “me? Love something that isn’t football?” He feigns offense, hand clasping over his heart.

Laughter bubbles in your chest as you roll your eyes. “I’m being serious! Okay, if you were able to be anywhere right now, where would you go?”

“Why would I want to be anywhere else right now? I’m with you.” The corners of his lips twists into a small smirk. He was being oh so cheesy, and it made your knee’s weak.

Your head lulls to the side, a groan escaping your lips. “Oh my lord. I’m trying to get to know you, Jobe!”

Leaning back in his seat, the brunette crosses his arms, eyes flickering across your face. “What?! I’m being serious!”

“You’re insufferable.” You point at him accusatorially. “I’m not answering another question until you give me a serious response.”

Jobe huffs, “okay. If I could be anywhere, and it wasn’t with you,” he adds, just to tease you, “i’d probably be in Madrid, with my mum and Jude.”

“Aww, Jobe Bellingham, are you a momma’s boy?” You ask, humor evident in your tone, teasing him right back.

He gasps, “is it so wrong to miss my mum?” Jobe clutches his hoodie, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll be sure to let her know you’re making fun of me for loving her.”

“Wha—hey! Do not go telling the poor woman such things.” You lean forward, propping your head into your palms. “So, let’s go question for question, okay? You ask me one thing, I ask you something after I answer. That way, it’s fair for both of us.”

Jobe leans forward, mirroring your movement. He grins widely, “Okay, but i’m going first.” He insists, leaving you with a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Go ahead.”

Likes , comments , & reblog’s are all appreciated <3 + lmk if you want dt’s on any of my future posts , specific or all!

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[fastboatsmojito]

Inspired by this req !

Hot and Heavy - Gym Nerd! Scott Miller x Reader

| A/N; title based on the song by Lucy Dacus but the song itself is irrelevant to the plot lmao also pls don’t chew gum while you work out this is just Fiction <3

| CW; mostly just some good old bickering in a non-angsty way, Scott being Scott + the tiniest soft spot for you, I think that’s it 💆🏻‍♂️ I was going to make this smutty but it didn’t feel right and I didn’t want to force it so !

He was always there by the time you arrived, already sweaty and intense as you walked in.

“Jesus, Scott. You ever sleep?” You scoffed, setting your bag down and stretching your arms.

“Eight hours.” He barely looked up to talk to you, focused on the weights in front of him.

Of course. He was unintentionally irritating, the crisp, clean compression shirt he sported making the size of him just that much more unavoidable. You weren’t competing with him - you couldn’t if you wanted to, but he wasn’t a bad ‘gym buddy’, disregarding his grumpy attitude and refusal to actually call you that.

He never overstepped, he was quiet but reliable, giving you space and unenthusiastically spotting you whenever you asked.

You held your hand out towards him as he walked over and grabbed his bag, rolling his eyes at you before taking out a piece of gum.

“You get one. If you swallow it again that’s on you.” He said, the piece of gum still in his hand pointing at you as he spoke.

“Already cranky, I see.” You snatched the gum out of his hand, grinning at his less than pleased expression.

——

After a while you got a little overzealous with some weights, voice coming out shaky when you realized it was too much for you to lift all the way. “Shit- um, Scott?”

“What?” He didn’t look up at you when he replied. He didn’t usually have to, used to you asking him whatever questions popped up in your head during your workout, gym related or not.

“Can you come grab this for me?” He looked up then, disregarding his strict routine to jog over to you.

“Yeah. Fuck, why’d you add all this shit? You know that’s too much, right?” He lifted it back up for you, as soon as he was in front of you with his hands on his hips you knew you were in for one of his infamous lectures.

“I know now. I thought I could handle it-“ You tried to explain yourself, clearly falling short when he shook his head.

“Don’t be stupid. I won’t be able to workout if I’m too busy worrying about you breaking your neck. If you need help, just ask-“ He reprimanded, putting his hand up to stop you from interrupting him.

“Before it’s too much. That’s the only reason we’re here at the same time.” He always looked like someone’s dad when he got like this, aggressively chewing his gum with a disapproving look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, I’ll ask for help next time.” You muttered before standing up, motioning to walk off before he stopped you.

“Before-“ He moved to stand in front of you like some angry bouncer, waiting on you to finish his sentence.

“Before it’s too much. I know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, be smart.” That’s what he always said, you always apologized anyway.

——

You were done after that, uncomfortably dripping sweat from basically every part of your body, walking over to grab your water bottle as you met Scott on the bench. You sat down as he intently watched you trying to massage your leg.

“You hurt your leg, or what?”

“Just a cramp.” You sighed, laying down on the bench instead.

“Come here.” You propped yourself up on your elbows after he said it, confused expression on your face like he just said something insane.

“Don’t look at me like that. Just come here.” He motions for you to move closer to him with his hand, grabbing your leg and placing it in his lap when you were close enough. As soon as his hand moved to your leg you tensed up, unsure of what exactly what you were expecting but surprised nonetheless.

“What’s your problem? Christ just let me massage it out for you, don’t be a brat.” He complained, hands massaging over one of your legs when you relaxed.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re just not exactly the affectionate type.” You winced as he was particularly rougher right where it hurt.

“This isn’t affection, this is you not getting enough calcium and overworking yourself. That’s not on me.” He continued, moving to the other leg when he was pleased with your satiated breathing.

“You know I do this on purpose, right? I choose to do this, even if I’m a dick about it sometimes. I just want you to do it correctly, not get yourself hurt.”

“You’re a dick about it most of the time.” You corrected, sure you heard a light laugh out of him.

“But yeah, I know. Softy.” He rolled his eyes at the unusual nickname, tapping your leg to move it before he stood up.

“Hit the showers, you’re all sweaty.” He cracked his knuckles as he said it before walking away, ignoring your final remark.

“There he is.”

——

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℋ𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℯℯ𝓀

req: for dad!cowboy!jj, I can imagine a day where he plays hide and seek with his daughter but can't find her. at first he refuses to call reader but ends up having no choice. while they are having an argument, they realize that their daughter just fell asleep in the corner (I don't know, I find it so cute 😭😭)

Req by @nemesyaaa ❤️

After a long day of rounding up horses, cleaning, grooming, and feeding them, Jj wanted nothing more than to just lay down and relax.

Of course, his daughter had other plans.

He sat down on the patio with a cigarette in his hands, when she came outside.

“Daddy, pleaseeeeeeeeee!” She whined, gripping onto his large fingers with her tiny hands. Just when he began to relax she came outside, wanting to play.

He sighed, finally caving and standing up, muttering a “fine.” And opening the door for her, both of them going inside.

“Okay, you seek, and I hide.” She pointed to him, he just gave her a small nod and put his hands over his eyes, starting to count out loud as she squealed and ran around the house.

You were sleeping while they played, finally getting a much needed break.

As JJ finished up counting, he glanced around the living room, but he saw no traces of her there. He pulled back curtains, opened and closed doors, looked underneath tables.

He had been practically tearing the house apart trying to find her, he silently panicked right next to your sleeping form, pulling at the roots of his hair and running a hand down his face.

He looked for 30 minutes, thinking he doesn’t need you, and she’s probably somewhere crazy. Hopefully. He thought, he didn’t need your help. This is a child. He’s an adult.

His worry grew even more as time passed, and he had no choice but to ask you for help, he soon realized, even if it shattered his ego a little.’

“Jesus- y/n, y/n.” He repeated, gently shaking your shoulder. You moaned, turning to him and grumbling out a “what?”

“Don’t get mad. I was playing hide and seek wit’ her, and I swear, I looked everywhere, I can’t find her. It’s been 30 minutes.”

You were wide awake now, looking at him with wide eyes and standing up quickly.

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know where she is? Did you lose our daughter?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t lose her. She’s just… really good at this damn game!” He defended with a huff.

“How the hell do you even lose her?!” You asked, already going outside the room and tearing apart the place.

“I didn’t lose her!”

“Yeah, you did!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know she’s a hide and seek God?”

“Or maybe her father just sucks at hide and seek.” You shrugged, continuing to tear apart the place until you saw something in the corner of your eyes by the kitchen.

You sighed in relief, stopping your movements, he followed your gaze and also sighed in relief, mumbling a thank god.

“What? I swear I looked there.” He said when you gave him a pointed look, you rolled your eyes and both went over to where she laid down.

He picked her up in one scoop, carrying her back to her room and tucking her in, pressing a little kiss on her forehead.

“Guess she must’ve gotten tired after a little.” He shrugged, shutting the door to her room quietly.

You shake your head at him. “You’re cleaning this place up.” You told him with a smile, pointing to the living room.

“Oh, come on!” He whisper yelled. “I’ll do anything, pleaseeee don’t make m- and she shut the door.” He sighed, looking at the messy living room.

“Maybe I really am pussy whipped.” He muttered under his breath as he started to clean the living room.

[synthetickitsune]

omg i woke up and saw your post about requests and came running!! you alr know i need all the angst in my life so can i please req dk + come back to me if he hurts you” 🥺🫶🏻

thx for helping me realize i write mostly angst for sunshine boy and continuing the tradition 🫶🏻 akjddsk

DK (SVT) | “Come back to me if he hurts you.” angst | 0.7k | gn!reader

He stares at you, processing. It feels - well, there’s no way to put how it feels. His chest is hollow. He has no parallel to draw, so he just… stares.

The information shouldn’t come as a surprise. He’s heard through the grapevine that you began dating again. Honestly, should he even care? He does. But should he? Does he have any right to care? The split was amicable, mutual. Friendly even. You’re friends still. You seem happy. He’s genuinely happy that you are happy, so why…

“Seok? Are you alright?” your panicked voice and slowly approaching hand make him wake up and flinch away. He feels his face soften from whatever grimace he was making upon seeing your hurt expression.

“Sorry, yeah,” he clears his throat, “I’m alright. Uh, so things are good, yeah?”

He tries hard to ignore your face morphing into a mask of indifference.

“Yeah, things are good,” you repeat.

The silence that follows is awkward and stretches on. He wants to break it but he has no idea how.

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?” you laugh, but it sounds empty as you hide your face in your hands, “I don’t know why I told you.”

“Hey,” he protests way too quickly and his hand immediately shoots to your shoulder, and he pulls it back just as quickly. You turn towards him and frown. It’s unusual to see him so serious. “I want you to tell me. You’re my friend.”

Your smile is sad. He hates it.

“We’re more than that, Min,” you sigh. It’s quiet again and he’s just as helpless.

“I guess I want to tell you everything - would that be cruel?” you meet his eyes again, but all he sees is the anxious way you fidget with a loose thread on your pants, “I guess I just want to know if you think we’ll work out. You’re the one who’d be the best judge of that.”

“I’m the worst one to be the judge of that,” he corrects you, his voice slipping into his comedic persona easily, “Seeing how things turned out.”

You do laugh and some of the unpleasant feelings lift off his shoulders. He doesn’t know what would be the best or most appropriate thing to say next. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to feel. All he knows is he has to start talking or this will be very pathetic very soon.

“I’m really happy for you, sorry,” he smiles, blinking away some of the moisture in his eyes, “I don’t know why this-” he motions vaguely to his face, “Happened.”

You chuckle, but looking at you, your eyes are wet too. 

“I get it,” you nod, “I’m so scared it’ll end wrong again.”

He sighs. As if he didn’t know the feeling intimately well. 

“Did-” he stops himself before he can finish, thinking better of it, but you push for it anyway. “Did I do something? Something so bad it makes you afraid now?”

“Oh god, Min, no,” you rush to reassure him and end up grabbing his hand in both of yours. You bite your lit. This isn’t exactly how you expected the talk to go. “If anything you loved me too well. So I’m afraid I won’t feel love like that again. Or that I’ll fuck up and lose it.”

“You couldn’t ever fuck up like that,” he laughs - the idea alone is so ridiculous, “Because you’re the kind of person nobody would want to lose.”

You shake your head, leaning into him with a laugh. He’s warm against your side. It feels comfortable. Comfortable like it used to feel even before you dated, like it did when you were together too. You missed being this comfortable with Seokmin after the breakup. 

Things change, but maybe they don’t need to be all that different. You have too much history to let go. And all of it is good - as much as humanly possible.

“Come back to me if he hurts you,” he outstretches his pinky to you. You huff, but there’s a wobbly grin on your face anyway when you promise with your own.

“You got it, Min.”

[shitsndgiggs]

Well hey, i'm the one who req for kenan x photographer girlfriend.

Now i want to req the same about hector fort. But this time hector is the one who likes to take a picture of his girlfriend (i just saw his pic holding a camera, loll)

CAPTURED MOMENTS - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor loves taking pictures of you

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Hector Fort had a passion for photography that extended far beyond the football field.

His camera was a constant companion, capturing everything from breathtaking cityscapes to the intimate moments of his life with me.

On one particularly sunny Saturday, we decided to spend the day wandering through the Gothic Quarter, a picturesque part of the city full of narrow streets, charming cafes, and historic buildings.

Hector was his usual enthusiastic self, armed with his camera, a polaroid, and his phone, ready to capture every beautiful moment of our day together.

As we strolled down a street, Hector’s eyes lit up when he spotted a vibrant mural on the side of a building. "Hold on a sec," he said, pulling out his camera. "This would be perfect with you in front of it."

I laughed, striking a playful pose in front of the mural. "How about this?" I asked, giving him my best model look.

Hector chuckled, adjusting his camera settings. "Perfect. Hold that pose."

He clicked away, his focus entirely on the lens. "You know," he said as he reviewed the photos, "I think I might have a new favorite shot."

I peered over his shoulder at the screen, smiling at how he had managed to capture both the mural and my joyful expression. "You’re getting pretty good at this. Maybe you should consider a career change," I teased.

Hector grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Nah, I think I’ll stick with football. But I’ll definitely keep you as my favorite subject."

After a few more photo ops, we stopped at a cozy cafe for a mid-afternoon break. We settled at a table by the window, the sunlight streaming in and creating a warm, golden glow around us.

Hector immediately pulled out his polaroid camera, capturing candid shots of me as I took bites of our churros and sipped on hot chocolate.

"These are going to turn out great," Hector said, showing me one of the instant prints. I beamed at the photo, loving the way he always managed to make even the simplest moments look magical.

"I’m going to post one of your pictures on Instagram later," I said as I finished my churros. "People are going to love it."

Hector raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh really? Which one are you thinking of?"

"The one you took of us at the cafe," I replied. "The one where you’ve got your arm around me and kissing my forehead. It’s perfect."

Later that evening, I pulled out my phone and crafted a post for Instagram, selecting the photo Hector had taken at the cafe. I added a caption that read:

yourusername:

Liked by 14.474.798 people

yourusername: My personal photographer🫶🏻

As soon as I posted it, the notifications started rolling in. Hector, lounging next to me on the couch, glanced over at my phone and saw the influx of likes and comments.

"Looks like people are loving the photo," Hector said with a grin. "You’re getting quite the response."

I laughed and started reading the comments aloud. "‘This is adorable! You two are perfect together ❤️’"

Hector’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "I guess people do think we’re pretty cute."

I continued reading. "‘Hector’s photography skills are on point! Love how you’re always his favorite subject 😄’"

"Well, I’d say you’re my favorite subject, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that," Hector said, his tone warm and teasing.

I smirked and read the next comment. "‘Such a beautiful photo! Barcelona looks even more magical through Hector’s lens 🌟’"

Hector looked over at me with a thoughtful expression. "You know, it’s not just the photos that make it magical. It’s the moments we share."

I smiled, feeling my heart flutter. "I agree. It’s those moments that make everything worthwhile."

A few more comments rolled in, and then Hector’s phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced at it and frowned slightly. "I’ve got a message from one of the guys from the team. He’s asking if I want to meet up later."

"Do you want to go?" I asked, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

Hector shook his head, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "No, I’d rather stay here with you. It’s been a great day."

As we continued to read through the comments together, Hector’s hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The conversation turned to our plans for the next weekend, and Hector suddenly pulled out his phone, snapping another picture of us cuddled up on the couch.

"Another photo for the collection?" I asked with a grin.

"Yep," Hector said, setting his phone down. "Every moment with you is worth capturing."

I snuggled closer to him, feeling content and happy. "Well, I’m glad you’re the one capturing them."

Hector looked down at me, his eyes filled with affection. "Me too."

[moneymartin]

・❥・- one more?

summary: kate comes home tired and needy :( part two to this fic. build up drabble to part three

warnings: none! fluff cause its kate :3 this is kinda shorter than the last one soz. again, every divider is a skip. most are constant cuz im lazy. didn’t know how to end oops!!!

rpf dont read it if ur uncomfy thx

a/n: all yjs reqs r still itw soooo they’ll be out soon poopies 🙄 also my single part drabble for kate is lowk marinating in my drafts and i don’t have the motivation to finish it…

its been 5 months since you and kate finally ended up together. pretty long, right? but you two never really got the hang of this thing, especially after remembering how long those feelings between you two had been brewing up for. it was still hard for you to show up to her games and practice due to soccer season, and the second it ended, you showed up to nearly every single one of them.

“i really can’t come this time, baby, i told you!” you grumble while kate drags you across the dorm. they had their practice game at carver today but you couldn’t make it, which made kate upset. “dilanni is gonna kill me if i don’t show up.” your soccer team needed to show up together for this fundraiser, and it was during the offseason. fucking lame. you hated letting her down all the time but some things like this just needed to be done.

kate’s fingers grip at your sweater sleeve, her eyes soft, and lips slightly pouting. “can you please just say you feel sick!? you’ll finish quicker than i will and it’s not like they won’t let you in.” she begs and tugs a little at it. her height makes you a little overwhelmed but she’s slightly bent at the knees and trying to make herself seem smaller than she really is. “kate, its just practice. its not like its the final fours yet.” you sigh and make her stand up straight. your eyes dart to hers and you bring your hands up to cup her face. the way she leans into your touch makes your face flush up like never before.

“yeah, but you always show out! i know we’re still trying to keep this on the down low still but i love pointing at you in the crowd before i make a shot during our practices.” she complains, trying to pull her head away from your hands but you keep her in place like a vice. your thumb brushes up against her face and she sighs under her breath. all those shots that she makes have all been for you ever since. and you didn’t even know that. everything she did on the court was meant for you. “i’ll make a deal with you, okay?” your words make her feel a little bit better and she nods ecstatically.

“when you get back we can do whateverrrr you want to make you feel better about me not showing up. does that sound good?” you propose, the idea crossing your mind after you realize that she just wants to spend that time with you while her teammates try to piece together this big puzzle. none of them know other than caitlin, and they’re completely unaware of you and kate’s relationship. “yes! okay, deal! deal deal deal…!” she blurts out and smiles stupidly, leaning her head towards you again as a sign that she wants a kiss.

you give it and let go of her face, wrapping your arms around her waist quickly and pressing another big kiss to her cheek. “don’t work yourself too hard out there.” you breathe out and pat her back before letting go of it. “this fundraiser should only be an hour, trust me.” kate just shrugs and smiles again, less big but you still know that she’s pretty happy at your little proposition for when she gets back. the moment you walk out of that door, her face drops and she rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. she’s alone now, and doesn’t know what to do. you’ve been with her for every game and every practice so she’s lost most of her motivation to go. “aw, dang it..”

after your little fundraiser, you come home exhausted and dreary when you realize kate is gone too. you two are exactly the same person, lost without one another. it’s cute but sometimes it’s hard. this whole relationship thing is such a different concept and it makes your head hurt. the lock clicks on the door and you dig through your closet, finding a pair of pjs and some small shirt kate likes seeing you wear for ‘some reason’. which is what she says every time you ask.

a quick change and your casual clothes scatter across the floor before you basically face plant into the pillows. a warm feeling fills up your body while you fall asleep, a feeling that seems different still without kate. you two always sleep and take naps together so this is another thing you have to get yourself used to.

the stupid fundraiser ran longer than it should have. at least another 30-45 minutes extra and you weren’t very prepared for it. kids were all over the place too and you were somewhat on babysitting duty? according to your teammates. you stood with all the kids for at least an hour and the questions they asked you were probably the stupidest things ever.

the sound of the door opening is what wakes you up, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes and sitting up. you’re met with the sight of kate rummaging sluggishly through her backpack and taking out clothes. she mumbles out a small ‘hi’ and yawns, walking into the bathroom. the sound of the shower hits your ears and you just lay back down, trying to keep yourself awake to fulfill that proposal you made earlier.

a few moments after the shower turns off, the bathroom door opens and your mattress shifts in weight, a few drops of water coaxing you to open up your eyes. kate is sitting on the edge of the bed and she tucks herself in, burying her face into your neck. “how was practice?” you mutter, moving her wet strands of hair to sprawl out on the bed. she grumbles into your neck instead of instantly responding. “tiring, huh?” you ask.

“extremely.” she whispers breathily and looks up at you. kate’s eyes are slightly droopy and her lips are pursed. your arm wraps itself around her back and you tilt her head up with your hand, making her look up at you as you start rubbing her temples gently. kate’s eyes are opening and closing continuously while your fingers continue to massage her head and she huffs heavily a few times.

you push kate’s head into your neck again and slide your hands onto her shoulders, patting them gently to make her fall asleep easier. she doesn’t though. instead, she hoists her head up and quickly locks her lips with yours, grabbing your waist and holding herself up with her arms. her fingers are gripping at the bedsheets tight and she’s kissing you a little bit too hard. not that you mind, of course. “mmmf.. hey?” you pant and pull away from the kiss, making eye contact with kate and realizing where she’s placed her hands.

“i’m just kissing you.” kate mumbles and doesn’t even bother waiting for you to finish catching your breath. she kisses you again, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing your arms to wrap around her waist. “y- yeah! but like… let me get a breather at least.” you laugh quietly. you’re still trying to catch your breath and the more you try to get away, the more persistent she becomes. “c’mon. you’re just sleepy, baby. get your butt to bed and you’ll be alllll good in the morning.” you smile and push her shoulders down.

kate ends up falling onto your body and her nose brushes up against your cheek, her lips running up and down your neck as she starts kissing all over it. “one more..” she rasps out and slides her hands underneath your shirt. she starts to claw your back a few times, whining into your neck when you try to push her away. “kate, please.” you grunt and pull back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed.

her face is the same one as earlier. her big, pretty blue eyes going soft and her lips pouting. she looks like a sad puppy and you hate it. you hate how you can’t say no to it. “just one more! this is the last one and i’ll sleep, i swear.” kate spits out and tilts her head to the side. she yawns, her eyes getting watery and now you know that it’s basically over for you. “i can’t.” you mutter. “yes, you can. it’s just one more kiss, babe. please?!”

“all you have to do is give me one, and i’ll sleep!”

“you say this all the time! you’re gonna say that you’ll ‘sleep after’ but the second my lips land on yours, you’re gonna act like an animal.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, yeah? watch.”

you cup her cheeks and she grabs your waist gently, your lips going in for one quick one. when she feels how warm you are and how much you’re trying to really prove a point, she just helps your claim anyways. kate’s lips are against yours again, kissing hungrily.

i mean, she’s practically eating away at your face.

[nyctoaerah]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING ����😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ��𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Masterlist

The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[mountainficss]

also ahhh i hope this isn’t too soon after the last req i sent it but could i please req hard dom seungkwan with creampie/cum stuffing and multiple rounds? and it gets really messy?

: 🍊 hehe

!! mentions of: hard dom!seungkwan, cream pie, multiple orgasms, edging, degradation, finger sucking, rough sex

kwannie would fuck you so gooddd omg :(

the first round he’d take it slow, would kind of ease you into it and edge you a bit just because he likes to see you squirm and writhe. your whimpers would do nothing but spur him on, fucking you at a painfully slow pace just to make it harder for you. the wet sound of seungkwan sliding into your core would make you blush, your arousal coating his length completely and allowing him to slide in with no resistance. he’d whisper the nastiest things to you, causing you to clench around him.

“you’re so messy. aren’t you embarrassed?”

“aww, want me to be rough with you? am i going too slow?”

“take it like a good slut. i’ll fuck you right if you cum for me.”

you’d end up cumming all over his cock with sweet moans, the slow thrusts causing your orgasm to bubble up slowly and steadily. he’d coo lovingly, cupping your face with one hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. he’d pull his length almost completely out, and would unexpectedly push back in hard. you’d yelp in surprise as his hips snap into yours, the harsh thrust catching you by complete surprise. “did you think i was done?” he’d scoff, his thrusts picking up in speed as he licks his thumb and glides it along your clit. “you can take another. i’ll fucking make you.” you’d moan uncontrollably from the overstimulation, the feeling of him pounding into you already bringing you close to your climax. he’d lean down and litter bites and marks all over your shoulders, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. you loved it when he was rough with you, the feeling of him fucking you dumb would never fail to make you cum numerous times around him. your second orgasm wouldn’t build up slowly this time, oh no. this one would be intense, he’d practically force your climax from you with how hard he was fucking you. your body would have no choice but to take everything he was giving you, your hole tightening around him and sucking him in greedily. the sounds that would escape you would be loud and desperate as you cum around him for the second time ;( he couldn’t help but finish inside you, filling your wet heat with his seed. he’d still, dragging his length out slowly and fucking back into you once, just to push his cum into your hole. “so dirty,” he’d mock, smearing your arousal with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. you’d suck them clean, drooling all over his fingers absentmindedly. “aww, i really fucked you stupid huh?” he’d tease meanly, shoving them in deeper and causing you to gag on them. “drooling all over my fingers. cute.” you’d flash him a dazed smile, eyes full of lust despite having cum multiple times. he’d reach a hand down once again, rubbing two fingers across your bud and feeling you jolt harshly at the touch. he’d pull his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing his cock and twisting his fist around it using your spit as lubricant. you’d squirm underneath him, but he’d just smirk and continue his movements. “you’re cumming again,” he’d command, stuffing two of his fingers inside of your twitching hole. “wanna see you make another mess for me.” <333

taglist: @imprettyweird (pls lmk what you’re okay with being tagged in bby, i’d feel so bad if i spammed you every time i posted 😳)

[nivisdreaming]

Red Light, Green Light

Summary: Despite feeling the need to call the safe-word, reader decides to push themselves past their own limits for Eddie’s sake. Eddie is less than a fan of this idea.

WC: ~800

Req: Reader saying “green” instead of using a safeword because they are trying to put Eddie’s needs before theirs. (i am. big dumb and had to delete the original ask because i posted it too soon on accident. anon i am very sorry!!)

Tags: NSFW, smut to fluff, overstimulation, dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, safeword use, aftercare, excessive use of petnames, 2nd person, hurt/comfort

“You can take it baby, just lay there and look pretty for me,” Eddie grunts and ruts into you hard, his tip slamming up against your cervix, “almost done with you, I’ll fill you up nice and full so you can feel like a perfect little toy all day, okay sweet girl?” He pulls all the way out with a groan, flipping you onto your back so he can wipe the tears from your cheeks. He lines himself back up with you, but makes no move to push back in. “What’s your color baby?”

Your head throbs when you try to open your mouth to respond. It snaps shut, jaw clenching as Eddie’s hands soothe up and down your sides, attempting to relax you. Usually, this type of action would have you melting into him, but all the nerve endings where he touches feel as if his fingertips are leaving burning hot scratches instead of gentle caresses. You fight back the urge to flinch away, entire body running on overload.

“Green…” you mumble, not able to hold eye contact as your eyelids helplessly flutter open and shut. You can feel the tremble of your lips, the utterance of your safe word trying to force its way from tongue, but you resist. With how sensitive you feel, you can easily detect the throb of Eddie’s cock against you, and the tension of his lower abdomen, telling you he’s oh so close to finishing. You know it’ll just be a little longer, and you want so badly to please him. The instinct to serve sends your submissive headspace into overdrive, overriding the pulsing overstimulation of the moment and shoving you into continuing.

You clench your fists where they curl into the bed sheets, bracing yourself for the impacting of Eddie slamming back into you, but it doesn’t come. Quite the opposite actually, as the sensation of Eddie’s skin against yours halts almost instantaneously, his warmth still lingering but without the fire of direct contact.

“Red. I’m calling red.” Eddie’s voice is hushed with a slight shake to it, as if he is struggling to keep it from breaking. You manage to peel your eyes open, and to your surprise he stands at the foot of the bed, boxers in the process of being pulled back on. “We’re done for the night. I’m going to go grab water, stay where you are.” He exits the room and is back by the time you’ve mustered enough strength to prop yourself upright against the pillows, muscles screaming at the light exertion.

He kneels down at the bedside, uncaps the water bottle, and holds it in front of you. “Drink.” You obey, allowing him to press the bottle to your lips and feed you a few sips. “Am I okay to touch you, or do you want me to stay over here?” He places the bottle on the nightstand. You take a moment to allow your fuzzy mind to process his words, and settle on the sensation cold sweat of rolling down the back of your neck.

“Bath?” You make grabby hands in his direction. “For the both of us?” The concerned look in his eyes breaks at your words, and he’s quick to swoop in and lift you bridal style. He places a kiss to your forehead as you nuzzle into his broad chest.

Your whispers tickle his skin as he walks, “Why’d you call ‘red’, sir?” He sets you on the edge of the bathtub as he runs the water, letting it warm up. He holds out two different types of bubble bath, and you happily point to the more colorful option of the two.

You’re beginning to wonder if maybe he didn’t hear your question, because by the time the bubble bath is fully run and he’s sitting down behind you in it, he still hasn’t replied. But, after settling with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, he whispers back, equally as soft.

“You were saying ‘yes’ because you thought it was what I wanted to hear, and that makes it about as good as a ‘no’, baby girl. Doesn’t matter what state I’m in, or either of us is in, if someone isn’t enjoying it anymore it’s no longer playtime.” He gives you a gentle squeeze, “Next time, don’t make me safe-word for you. Please? I know you wanna be good, but the happiest I could ever be is when you are happy too.”

You nod your head and lean back into his chest, his words washing away your discomfort just as much as the warm water. You feel the weight from your shoulders lift, and the soft glow of contentment takes its place.

[xodarling]

heyyy since ur reqs were open and u wanted hsr requests, i wanted to try and do so 🤭🤭🤭

so may i request a sub himeko x dom reader where himeko unknowingly lactates out of nowhere while she’s getting fingered?-

or if u arent up to write for lactation, what about sub himeko who accidentally passes out from exhaustion after orgasming too much?

tysm and have a great day/night!!! 🤧

D.I.Y SLEEP AID - xodarling

includes: sub!himeko NAHH RLLY😱😱😱, vibrator, bondage, lactation, nipple play, fingering, gn!reader, lowercase writing, usage of y/n, passing out, massaging, pet names (dear, darling), forced orgasm

a/n: why not both😜😜😜😜😜😜

a long and exhausted sigh rang its way throughout the room alongside a thump against a mattress. “rough day?” you asked as you sat on the bed on your phone, himeko, your girlfriend, replied with a whiny sound of agreement.

himeko now placed her head on your lap, her starting to close on themselves. himeko, though people always saw her as a very composed individual, always became a soft whiny mess when it was just the two of you; and you found it adorable.

“c’mere, hime, i’ll help you relax.” you smile at her. she was now sitting in front of you with her back facing you, her white dress on the ground leaving her naked in front of you. you place your hands on her ribcage before softly circling your thumbs to ease the tension she was feeling.

it was no surprise to you when himeko complained about her constant back pain to you, especially when she has a very large chest, so you tried your hardest to relieve it.

now, you really tried to help her, you really did! but you just couldn’t help yourself when there was a whimpering, naked himeko in front of you. your hands that were previously massaging her back slowly made their way to himeko’s tits.

a pinch on one of her nipples pulled himeko out of that relaxing state she was in. she opened her mouth to question what you were doing but you silenced her with a soft kiss below her ear, “shh, hun, i said i’ll help you relax.”

one hand playing with one of her nipples, the other gently playing with her chest. her tits feel very heavy, heavier than usual, you ignore it and continue with your ‘massage’.

soon, the hand that was massaging himeko’s chest slowly went down, all the way to her cunt, which was dripping. you found it adorable, the way himeko got all worked up over you just playing with her tits.

“dear, please.” himeko grabbed your wrist, keeping it there not letting you pull away, “i’m not gonna tease you, himeko, don’t worry.” you kissed the crown of her head to reassure her.

now that she let go of your hand, you start to softly play with her clit, making himeko let out a little whine. the way one of your hands diligently playing with one of her nipples and the other toying around with her clit made himeko feel so good; you always made her feel so good.

once you felt as though you teased her clit enough, you gently pushed in two of your fingers inside her dripping cunt. the way you softly scissored your fingers inside her cunt was torturous, as much as himeko loved how soft and gentle you treated her she wanted to be ruined.

“y/n.. my dear, please.” her hands had a painful grip on your thighs, you knew what she wanted and you wouldn’t be a good partner if you didn’t give her what she wanted.

you started moving your fingers at an animalistic pace, the sounds of himeko’s slick getting louder as your fingers prodded against her walls. himeko’s eyes shot open the moment the onslaught of pleasure was brought onto her, the feeling of your fingers inside of her and the feeling of you playing with her nipples was no doubt bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

after one specific tug on her nipple and one very hard thrust inside of her himeko yelped out, “darling! i’m-” before she finish her sentence, the most intense wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.

once her hips started bucking into the air, you started to notice that himeko started to lactate. you don’t even think she noticed, but the way that white liquid shot out and pooled up on her stomach turned you even more.

once himeko’s orgasm subsided, her face burned red when she realized the mess she made. before she could mutter out an apology you pushed her off and left the room leaving himeko by herself.

when she heard the door close she almost started to cry, she really thought you left because you were disgusted, but her worries were silenced when she heard the door open again.

you quickly went back to the bedside and grabbed himeko’s arms before tying both of them to the bed frame. “darling, what are you doing?” she asked pulling against the ropes confirming that she was stuck.

you pulled out a vibrator you got and shoved it inside of her, it was a 2-in-1 vibrator which would make himeko feel twice the amount of pleasure. “do it again.” you muttered against her nipple as you turned on the vibrator to max setting.

“gimme one more.” you whispered, the way you sucked her nipple practically begging for her start lactating the way she did not long ago. himeko felt an orgasm approach at an extremely rapid pace, her walls clamping down against the vibrator in anticipation.

himeko threw her head back once that tight knot inside her snapped, her hips once again started to buck into the air as her nipple started flooding your mouth.

before both of you knew it, that ‘one more’ turned into two more then three. now, you switched from her chest to her stomach, resting your head against it looking at her facial expressions.

himeko felt her nth orgasm starting to approach, “please.. no more.” himeko croaks, false statement obviously, she wants you to keep going. “just one more, hime, you can do it.” she shook her head in response.

her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she couldn’t do it, she can’t take it anymore. vibration after vibration brought her closer and closer to her release, it her legs were sore from all the shaking and the ropes surely left bruises on her wrists.

“cum for me, himeko.” you leaned up and whispered in her ear, she couldn’t hold it anymore, with her eyes rolled back to her skull himeko came once again. her legs lifted up from the bed from the pleasure that was coursing itself through her body,

her voice now hoarse due to the moans she has been letting out throughout the night, yet she still was yelping and screaming out for you. leaning up you smash your lips against hers, swallowing all of the sounds the girl under you was making.

both of your tongues fought inside each other’s mouths before himeko’s completely went slack. you move away from her lips, to a completely knocked out himeko and you can’t help but smile.

untying the rope around her wrists, revealing those marks that it left all over her wrists, you lean down kiss and softly kiss her forehead as you started get on cleaning the rest of her up.

as you clean her thighs and stomach you take a mental note to keep doing those ‘massages’ of yours.

[randomlifex]

He gave you his sweater

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:so pretty and talented, always in everyone’s thoughts…but what happens when Wooram confesses his feelings? Someone’s not happy about it…

Warnings:swearing

This story is based on two requests: req 1-req 2

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No lessons, students running from a classroom to another with boxes and decorations in their hands. It meant only one thing:concert day!

Like every other year, your school had organised a concert to celebrate the beginning of the winter break.

It was rehearsal day, and you were particularly nervous since, apparently, you were the main performer of the night.

Your music teacher used to say that your talent in singing and playing piano was a blessing from even together with your graceful beauty, so he had decided that you would’ve been the star of the event.

You greeted a few of your classmates approaching you as soon as you stepped in the school hallway; then you ran to the theatre where everything was already set.

“Hi yn!” Wooram smiled at you when he saw you sitting at the piano

“Hi” you replied

“Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yes! Just…a little nervous” you fixed your hair, starting to play.

You were so lost in music that you didn’t notice the boy grabbing his camera and starting recording you; nor you noticed how he was mesmerised by your movements.

It was nothing new, to be honest, that was everyone’s reaction anytime they saw you playing; however you had never bragged about it nor made it your biggest flex. You were pretty down to earth and all you cared about was your passion.

A passion that, apparently, lead everyone to you…including the bully of the school: Go Kyungjun, whose attitude softened anytime you smiled to him or simply said hi.

So, when he saw you playing, he couldn’t avoid stopping by to enjoy a preview of the concert. His mind was lost in your music; his eyes followed any single swish of your hair and movements of your hands, even the smallest, even the least noticeable shake of your shoulders.

You looked like an angel, he thought, and his heart was beating so fast. Everything was perfect, there was only one detail off:that jerk of Park Wooram staring at you with the eyes of a puppy who had just fell in love.

Nauseous and mad, it made Kyungjun nauseous and mad. He knew half of the boys had a crush on you, but he didn’t care that much since they were all too shy to approach you, including Wooram. Or at least, that was what he thought; his mind had changed not that long ago when he noticed how he slowly started to be constantly around you, helping you anytime you needed something and making you laugh all day.

Kyungjun’s jaw clenched thinking at a possible love story between you and a boy who wasn’t him, especially if the boy in question was Park Wooram. You deserved way better than a frog who thought he was special just because he owned a camera.

“Brilliant!” Wooram exclaimed as soon as you had finished playing, making Kyungjun startle.

You bowed, smiling and thanking your classmate who stepped on the stage to talk to you.

“I think you’re ready for tonight”

“I’m not sure actually, I’m so scared to mess something up”

“You don’t have to worry -he put some strands of your hair behind your hear- you will nail it”

“Thank you” you said, sneezing

“Are you okay? Be careful or you’ll get a cold! You have to perform”

“Oh it’s okay, don’t worry. It’s just cold in here, that’s why I sneezed” you laughed

“Got you” Wooram smiled, taking off his sweater to slide it on your shoulders.

At the sight, Kyungjun stepped in the theatre, faking a cough.

“Kyungjun!” you waved at him, making Wooram turn around. You couldn’t see it, but a disappointment expression had just appeared on his face

“Am I interrupting something? -the bully glared at the other boy- I just wanted to compliment you”

“No, it’s okay -Wooram said- I’ll talk to you later yn. Do you mind meeting me during lunchtime? I’ve got something important to tell you”.

You nodded, greeting Wooram who walked away.

Kyungjun looked at him, then he turned to you:

“My hoodie’s warmer than that… you know” he cleared his throat

“It’s okay, I’m almost done here anyway, I’ll come back later during the evening, but what about you? What are you doing here?” you smiled, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Kyungjun gulped, pretending that everything was fine, but there were so many things going in his mind at such a pretty sight.

“Nothing to be honest, I stopped by because I heard you playing”

That comment made your heart flatter. Everyone was scared of Kyungjun, but with you he was always nice. He wasn’t a sunshine, nor the friendliest or least intimidating person on earth…but between you two there was something that clicked.

“I understand. Well, I can play again for you before meeting Wooram -you paused- I wonder what he has to tell me” you furrowed your eyebrows

“You can’t imagine it?” Kyungjun mumbled, without looking at you

“Excuse me?” you asked

“Nothing. Let me hear you one more time”

You sighed, playing your song again; then, once you were done, you met with Wooram.

You were sitting at the desk of an empty class when the boy appeared. He greeted you with a smile and then sat next to you.

“Hello -you bit your sandwich- thank you for the sweater” you gave the object back to its owner

“Anytime you need”

“What do you wanna talk about?” you asked

“Well…it’s really important to me” he held your hand.

In that moment something inside you clicked as fear started growing:how could you not understand that?! The jokes, the compliments, the sweater…“fuck” you thought, how could you get out of that situation without hurting him? You were sure Wooram had feelings for you, but you didn’t have any for him. Maybe for someone else…but just maybe.

“Are you sure we have to talk about it right now then? You know it’s a busy day, I don’t have that much time…” you tried to get away with an excuse, but you failed

“It won’t take that long yn, I just need to tell you the truth -he breathed in and out- I really like you…and not in a friendly way, if you get it. I can’t get you out of my mind, you’re always so beautiful, talented and kind. I love you yn, and I’ve been thinking about this for a while:would you like to become my girlfriend?” Wooram leaned in, waiting for your answer.

What the fuck could you tell him now?! Thoughts started rushing in your mind, they were as fast as horses running a race:you could barely catch one.

“I…I need to think about it -you unwillingly spat out- you know we haven’t been that close for so long…I need to know people well before rushing into a relationship” you hoped he understood,avoiding being hurt; and, most of all, you hoped he would’ve forgotten about that stupid idea…but it never happened.

In the next days he kept texting you, asking if you had an answer, or if he had to do something more to know each other better. The situation was getting stressful, so stressful that you ended up venting with the first person you had around: Go Kyungjun. The two of you were pretty close after all, so it came out naturally…but so did his reaction.

“Oh really? You didn’t expect that? Don’t act dumb yn” the boy scoffed, he was mad

“Excuse me?! -you raised your voice, thankfully no one was around- how could I get that?!”

“Really?! Like…do I have to explain that to you?! Didn’t you notice how he looked at you? Or that constantly being nice? Come on, no one acts like that with someone they don’t like”

“That’s bullshit! Everyone is nice to me,what am I supposed to think? That everyone is in love with me?” you crossed your arms, rolling your eyes

“Bingo! Welcome between us little yn!” Kyungjun growled, mumbling something against Wooram after that

“What have you just said?!” you demanded

“You heard”

“No, not that stupid idea of yours, the thing after that”

“Nothing”

“Spit it out”

The brunette rolled his eyes:

“I said that I can’t stand him. He’s a fucking idiot”

“There aren’t many people that you like Kyungjun, it’s nothing new”

“No you don’t get me…he really gets on my nerves. He’s just an annoying jerk who feels like God while recording the first thing he sees. Embarrassing” his jaw was clenched and his arms crossed.

You stared at him fir a while, giggling as soon as you understood everything.

“Are you jealous of Wooram?” you demanded

“Me? Jealous of him? Freaking hell,no”

“Then why you hate him so much? -you paused, stepping closer- come on, tell me”

“I just hate his attitude. As I said before, who he thinks he is?! Even when he gave you his sweater. That was so dumb, he’s not your boyfriend…he’s just an idiot” Kyungjun scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t realise what he had just said, it took him a while, but then he realised he had fucked up.

You tilted your head, laughing; then you connected all the dots:

“Are you jealous of how he acts with me? No way! You really are!” you exclaimed

“I am not”

“Liar”

“I’m not jealous of him. Why would I be?!” Kyungjun rose his voice

“You tell me!” you bit back.

The silence fell in the classroom as your eyes were chained to the boy’s, the tips of your noses almost brushing against each for how much close the two of you were.

“So?” you suddenly whispered, Kyungjun bit his lip

“Nothing” he faked it again.

You rolled your eyes, giving up

“Whatever -you mumbled- I’m done wasting time” you turned around, ready to leave, when Kyungjun grabbed your waist, making you sit on the desk.

“Where are you going?” he asked, you faces were, once again, extremely close…so close that you could feel his warm breath caressing your cheeks

“Dealing with Wooram, what am I supposed to do? He’s been texting me nonstop. I’m t-“

You had no time to end the sentence that the boy slammed his lips against yours. His thumb rested on your chin while his free hand slid up, along your thigh, resting on your hip

“There’s one thing you have to do- Kyungjun whispered with his lips stained by your pinky lipstick- tell him that you’ve got a boyfriend and he shouldn’t mess with him”