#like the way i'm so bad at replying to texts and emails. and the way when i was 5 or 6 i would get in trouble for just getting up and

[katya-goncharov]

it's weird figuring out now that a bunch of stuff i do that i thought for years was down to autism or anxiety was probably actually down to adhd

[bejeweledmp3]

girls when they think about their fathers for more than two seconds

[buckets-and-trees]

Sweet, sweet Aspen. You have been a very bad girl. This soft!dark guy, your boss, caught you doing something wrong—something that could easily get you fired—but he decided maybe, jussst maybe, he should keep your indiscretion, and your resulting punishment, between the two of you. After all, he’s been dreaming about filling you with his cock for ages 😏

(I picked this GIF because it looks like he’s saying, “On your knees.” lolll)

well, dearly beloved sister ho, you know we were thirsting over a particularly ... inspiring gif.

I don't think you anticipated your ask to spawn THIS, but... here we are! THANKS FOR POPPING MY ANDY CHERRY!

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: I'm Your Man Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 3k

Summary: You've spent weeks working to pull off the perfect night for Andy Barber's big charity event. A rush job, but you worked meticulously and diligently over six weeks to coordinate the biggest event of your career to date. You weren't the only one with a plan for the night.

Content Warnings: extortion, explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT, spitting, oral - male receiving, spanking, vaginal intercourse, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Logistical Notes: A NAUGHTY submission @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice challenge. Prompts incorporated are in bold.

Additional Notes: I didn't want to write a summary. There's only enough plot here to smut you up. Dividers by @rookthornesartistry and @firefly-graphics.

You sit up straight when you hear the door to Andy’s home office open behind you.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he says as he strides across the room and takes a seat in the leather executive desk chair.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Barber,” you reply. Every part of your body is tired – tired in a good way from the long day of work – so you were eager to get home, soak in your tiny tub, and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend, but it hadn’t been an incredible inconvenience when he’d asked if he could speak with you before you left.

“Tonight was exquisite, you did well,” he doles out the praise, and you try to quell the blooming in your chest. In the six weeks working with Andy Barber to plan the charity event you’d just executed for his foundation you had seen that he wasn’t one to casually compliment, hard to impress. You had taken more and more satisfaction out of each meeting, email, or text exchange as you consulted and then presented him with options for the event when he had fewer and fewer notes, knowing you had cracked his taste and gained his approval. He’d been your toughest client to date, but by far one of the most rewarding as he had excellent taste.

“Nearly perfect,” he adds.

Your smile falters ever so slightly, and suddenly your chest floods with a chill. “Nearly perfect? I’m sorry, sir, what didn’t live up to your expectations?”

This was far from your first event, you had built an incredible portfolio over the years, and you knew you were finally ascending to be one of the best event coordinators on the eastern seaboard – you had received an email request from a goddamn Vanderbilt to plan a wedding for them in a year and a half that you were going to respond to and accept in the morning. You weren’t arrogant, but you’d worked damn hard and knew you were good.

“You.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “I – what?”

“Only one misstep tonight.”

Your brain flies back through the evening, reviewing every moment, raking through trying to determine what you could have possibly missed.

“I’m very particular about what belongs to me, and I cannot abide theft.”

Your jaw drops.

“Empty your bag.”

Now your whole body is buzzing with incredulity. You shake your head.

“I know what’s in there.”

You almost didn’t take this job when it landed in your lap. He was the reason you knew you should have said no. There were whispers about his reputation, his real businesses. But you took the initial consultation because the pitch was more money than you’d made over the last three years. Then when you’d met him, he’d been so normal, so nice, maybe a little charming, and up until this moment you had convinced yourself there was no way any of those rumors had been right.

But before you even put your hand in your bag, you knew you were wrong to have thought he wasn't all those awful things.

Not one, not two, but three Rolex watches nestled in the bottom of the main pocket. Watches you'd never seen - wouldn't even have known where to find them.

You scoop them out and drop them on his desk, eyes burning with tears. “Why?”

“Yes, why? I was already giving you a fat paycheck. What a shame when I had just given your name to the Vanderbilts’ social secretary for their son’s wedding a few days ago, I’ll have to reach out and let them know.”

“No,” you breathe.

“I’ll have to discreetly let everyone in my network know it’s better not to invite someone in their home with such light fingers.”

Your breath hitches and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle an almost sob, trying to hold back the onset of tears. “Andy, no, please.”

His smile softens. “There we are,” he coos, “you finally called me Andy like I’ve told you to so many times.”

He leans forward resting his arms on his desk.

“Now, if you go upstairs, be a good girl, put on what I left for you in my room, and wait for me, maybe I can make all of this little misunderstanding go away.”

His steel blue eyes are hard, they demand an answer.

You cock your chin up wishing you could say no, wishing you could even scowl at him, but aside from the heat and hurt in your eyes, you know you can’t do anything more without risking further ruin, so ultimately you let your chin drop and nod, resigned to the impossible power this man wields.

“Now we’re back on track for a perfect night, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”

You don’t know how long he makes you wait, using the promise of soon as another show of his power, but long enough that your knees hurt from sitting back on your heels in a submissive, kneeling position with your head lowered, hands folded in your lap, and back to the door as the card in the white box left for you had instructed.

Also in the box had been a set of exquisite black lace and silk balconette bra and cheeky underwear. That they fit you like a glove had been both humiliating and alluring.

Even though Andy was the reason you almost said no to the job, even though he was the humiliating reason you were in this position – extorted into a nearly naked state, no question of what was to come – he was also the reason you took the job.

Dread pooled in your stomach, but along with the dread and humiliation, there were rivulets of shameful desire.

You had taken the job for the money and for how quietly charming he had been. He had never outright flirted with you, but he always left you with the question of whether he was. You worked hard for him because it felt good to win his approval. He praised you and you had preened under his intense blue eyes every time. You had forced yourself to keep everything professional.

All for nothing since you were in the farthest position of professional now.

When you finally hear him enter the room, your sit up straight again.

He tsks and says, “Head down, sweetheart.”

Andy comes around to stand in front of you. You see his perfectly polished shoes, the perfectly tailored trousers. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips, circling them.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

You do.

He leans closer, then spits in your mouth, and you blink in surprise, a surge of humiliation running through you, but his grip on your jaw is powerful, so you don’t move away.

“Close your mouth but don’t swallow.”

He moves back from you then, and he begins to silently undress. He had already taken off his jacket, but he doesn’t hurry as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, the buttons down his chest, and then shrugs it off his shoulders. He places it nicely on a plush armchair on the side of the room. Next he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes and socks.

The way he doesn’t watch you but does all of this in your line of vision, knowing you have to watch, is another move meant to communicate who is in control of this situation. Still holding his saliva on your tongue is starting to become uncomfortable. Your instinct is to swallow, but you don’t know what disobedience may mean with Andy, so you fight the urge, not wanting to tempt any more of his darkness.

He stands and takes the shoes and socks to a large closet off to the side of the room, and when he returns, he stands directly in front of you again, takes your jaw in his hands again.

“Show me,” he says.

Your eyes watch his face you open your mouth, showing him the pool of saliva.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. You hate the small bloom in your chest those words immediately invoke again. He spits into your mouth for a second time, then with a caress that is too tender he urges you to close your mouth. “Swallow.”

You do.

Andy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his fly, then unzips and pushes down the waist of his trousers with his briefs, and reveals his hard cock for you.

He’s big.

You had gotten yourself off to the thought of him a few of times late at night alone in your bed, most recently a few days ago, and you hated that you had since you were now here like this, forced on your knees in front of him.

Your core is pulsing with heat at the sight of him though – bigger than you had fantasized, and bigger than any man you’ve been with previously. You know he’ll fill you in a way that will ruin you for other men. You want and dread it.

“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands.

Instead of forcing his cock into your mouth, this is more possessive, having you submit yourself to pleasing him of your own accord. You know every way he’s manipulating you.

“If I have to tell you one more time,” he trails off, leaving the end open for your imagination.

You plant one hand softly on his hip and wrap your other hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. As you push forward, he groans. He won’t hold back when he’s pleased with you – he never has, he knows it affects you. His hands go to either side of your head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, sucking him, bobbing up and down his length, and for a while he lets you control the speed and the depth, but his hands let you know he can and will control this when he wants to. After the first couple of minutes, he makes this clear when you push back to take a breath and wipe the mix of your spit and his pre-cum dripping out of your mouth and his hands firmly prevent you from moving off him. Instead, he pushes you down slowly – more slowly than you had been pumping – and doesn’t stop until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You try to push against his hips, and he pushes his hips forward with you still anchored on his dick. Your eyes well up.

“So pretty,” he says, “imagined you like this, but you’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”

Something in your chest melts. You wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It makes you weaker – weaker for him. He pulls back just an inch or two, then pushes his length into your throat again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, my perfect fucking girl.”

You whimper, and the tears spill over.

His right hand moves away from your face and around behind him. He’s quick, and when you can see his hand again, it’s to discover he’s taken his phone out of his back pocket. He takes photos of you, angling the phone a few different ways. Then he tosses the phone onto the chair where he’d laid his shirt.

Then he resumes his small, concentrated rutting, only easing out just enough to make the thrust back in worth it for him. As he does, he groans, swears, wipes tears from your cheeks, and the moment before it’s too much, he finally pulls you off him.

You fall forward, gasping for deep lungfuls of air, but he’s already putting a hand under your arm and hauling you up.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, man handling you with surprising ease, doing most of the work your weak and aching legs can’t do to hoist you up onto his Alaskan king bed.

He’s immediately up as well and behind you, the last of his clothing stripped off. His fingers quickly undo the clasp of your bra and pull it off your shoulders and toss it away. He pushes you forward, toppling you down to the mattress. He slaps your ass, and you gasp and jerk. He brings his hand down on your round flesh again, with another sting, but the second one has you moan, and he lets out a satisfied, “Yes,” before giving you a third slap, the hardest, and you moan again, but this one more guttural, and you’d be mortified if you weren’t shocked over the way it translated to pleasure so quickly to your brain.

Then he yanks the lacy underwear roughly down and off your legs, tossing it away as well. He pushes between your legs behind you, splitting your legs open, and his fingers seek your cunt.

He hums in approval, “So wet for me. Ready for me.”

You huff and pant.

He leans over your back, pressing you down into the mattress. “Are you eager for me?”

“Andy,” you whine.

“Say it and I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart.”

You don’t want to. You bury your face in the covers.

He slaps your ass again, and you yelp.

“Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Another slap.

Another.

“Yes,” you finally concede.

“To breed you.”

You gasp, but he’s already hauling you further up the bed, and he drapes himself over your back, arms caging you in on either side of your body. His legs push yours apart as he leans down to press kisses over your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, along your spine. He uses one hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your leaking entrance. He doesn’t care to stretch you. “Take me in your cunt, sweetheart, it’s mine.”

The only mercy is that he slots himself in slowly.

You press your hands up against the headboard and concentrate on taking deep breaths, on trying to relax your walls completely, because he’s entering you, in you, filling you, unrelenting invasion and it’s pleasure and pain and too much and not enough because every moment of more fullness is exquisite and you can’t even think about holding back the sound he’s pushing out from your diaphragm, up your throat, and out of your mouth, because that’s how it feels as he's filling you.

Once’s he’s fully inside of you, he presses his mouth right next to your ear. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed.” He anchors one hand on your hips, then begins pull out, only so he can start thrusting back in. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

You’ve never had an orgasm only from vaginal penetration, but the way he fills you as he fucks you, and at this angle, making you almost forget to keep breathing, you wonder if this is how you’ll go, strung out as his cock punishes you with the pleasure, but then his hand works around beneath you and his fingers quickly find your swollen and aching clit. You cry out, and one of your hands reaches back to cling to him, fingers clutching into his hair. He nips at your neck, chuckling darkly.

“My pretty girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well, you close?”

An immediate, “Uh huh,” is all you can manage.

“Then let go,” he commands, pinching your clit harshly.

You see stars, and you cry out for him.

Hearing you scream his name and feeling you clench around him is all he needs, and he pumps his cum into you, saying more dirty, filthy, possessive things, but you don’t know what the words are, because you’re completely lost to coherency.

He sinks his full weight on top of you when he’s completely spent.

Both of you are silent while you come down, heartrates returning to normal.

You wait for him to say whatever he’s going to torment you with next, but he doesn’t speak.

After more long moments, he finally pushes up enough to turn you from your front to your back. He cups your jaw again and strokes his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitches at the intimate gesture in the aftermath.

“Aw, why are you crying now, sweetheart?”

No, you didn’t want more tears, and not these - the soft tears. You try to look away, but he forces your face back to look at him.

“I would have slept with you if you’d asked, Andy, why did you have to do it like this?”

“Because this is so much more than that, sweetheart. I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and I needed you to know from here on out that you’re mine. I own you. I’m very particular about what belongs to me. I didn’t want you to have any illusion that there’s a choice here.”

He brushes the tears off your cheek.

“I’ll have my men move your things here in the morning, and we’ll elope in a few weeks. I’m closing the deal on a resort in Lake Como, doesn’t that sound perfect? We’ll tie the knot and then spend our honeymoon there – we can stay all summer if you want.”

You hesitate.

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do. Now I asked you, ‘doesn’t that sound perfect?’”

“Yes, Andy,” you whisper.

“Of course, it does.” He finally kisses you – and it’s dangerously soft. Warm lips engulfing yours, insistent, sucking your bottom lip between his. You whimper, and he licks his tongue into your mouth, lapping you up. He rolls over with you, putting him back on the mattress with you on his chest. He holds you pressed to him with one hand, the other hand securing your head so you can’t escape his kiss until he’s done kissing you.

It isn’t until you think you might pass out from how breathless you are that he finally breaks off the kiss. He shifts his pelvis up against you, his cock hardening again. “And I was serious about you carrying my child. But first you’ll ride my face until I’ve made you cry for a good reason, and then I’ll fill you up with more of my seed. You’re not leaving this bed the rest of the weekend.”

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About You Pt3

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife

2009, Hungaroring

There was at least 2 weeks before Formula 1 went back to racing. It means that there was 2 weeks for Y/N to hide herself and that embarrassing situation she was in. 2 weeks to prepare herself how to pretend on how to act if she sees Sebastian.

'As long as Sebastian does not bring it up then I will pretend that nothing happened' she told herself.

She tried not to think about the incident by allowing herself to be buried with answering emails and looking into other things needed pre-race.

"Did you eat already?"

A sudden orange appeared in between her and the computer screen. Y/N didn't have to look up to see which driver handed the orange because there was only one driver who would always give her an orange.

"I haven't got the chance yet"Y/N replied to Sebastian

"You should probably eat. It's not good that you aren't eating" Sebastian insisted "Can't Mark do these things?"

"I'm his personal assistant remember, I'm paid to do these"

"But is it really necessary to finish it at the moment?"

It was pointless to argue with Sebastian so Y/N took the orange and closed her laptop.

"Happy?"she asked

"Very much"

The two of them started eating the oranges brought by Sebastian. It was a habit that the two have, Sebastian calls it a pre-race ritual. He actually believes he performs better when they share oranges. So here they are sitting and enjoying the oranges.

In the back of their minds, they are both thinking about that night at the hotel but there is a certain peace between the them. They don't want to ruin things by saying something stupid.

"You heard what happened with Massa right?"Y/N tried to establish a new topic just to get things off her overthinking.

"Absolutely felt bad for him. It's a good thing that he seems to be in a stable condition"Sebastian said.

The qualifying incident yesterday has been terrifying to watch. Y/N didn't want that happening to either Sebastian or Mark or even any other driver. Her heart dropped when she saw Massa being wheeled out unconscious to the hospital.

"Do you sometimes think that you'll ever stop racing?"Y/N wondered "You have been racing since you were like young and now you are stil racing"

"I honestly don't know, racing is all I have ever known" Sebastian admitted.

"I know, you were born gripping on a steering gear I bet" Y/N joked which made Sebastian laugh too.

"But seriously, if you ever want to retire of racing. Don't retire and go out because you got badly injured. Retire because you want to"Y/N added

It was her way of saying that she is extremely cared about him. Maybe its something that she cannot put into words but maybe Sebastian can figure it all out, he is a smart man in Y/N's opinion.

With a comforting smile, Y/N was assured that he got the message.

2009, Spa-Francorchamps

"Did you try texting Mark?"

Christian Horner and Sebastian Vettel are both in a meeting room about to discuss some things with the team strategists. They were supposed to meet up 10 minutes ago but they can't go on with the meeting since Mark is not around.

It was highly unusual for Mark to be late. He is never late as far as Sebastian knows. He considers giving Y/N a text when the door burst open.

"I'm gonna punch Button in the face when I see him"Mark Webber was fuming when he entered late at the conference room.

"Hold on, what did Jenson do?"

"Punk tried to ask my sister out"Mark huffed.

"He did what?" Christian butted in the conversation "I thought Sebastian was dating Y/N"

"HOLD ON WHAT?" "EXCUSE ME?"

The two red bull drivers were on their feet. Mark seems to be ready to hit Sebastian while Sebastian was debating which exit is much more safer. Frankly, Sebastian was never afraid of Mark but with the way he is shooting daggers with his eyes- If looks could kill, Sebastian was 4 feet under ground now.

"I just thought Sebastian was dating Y/N, they are always together when she isn't following you around Mark" Christian explained.

"My sister and Sebastian?" Mark repeated

Sebastian wanted to explain himself to Mark but he is internally panicking. If Christian, their team principal, can notice then there is a big chance that his feelings might be obvious to other people in the paddock.

At the same time, he felt a sick feeling in his stomach upon realizing that Jenson Button asked out Y/N. Jenson had the courage to ask her out and Sebastian couldn't even talk to Y/N about what happened weeks ago.

Christian seems to sense the tension that he brought to the two red bull drivers

"Maybe its just me and my understanding, right seb?" Christian apologized

"Huh yeah, mmhh nothing going on" Sebastian lied

There was a sharp gaze from Mark "I'm watching you"

"Let's talk about Jenson"Christian redirected the topic "maybe he is just trying to get a rise off you. We're slowly closing on him for the championship"

"If I hit that boy with a car this Sunday, I won't regret it" Mark swears.

"Don't bring your personal life on the car" Christian reminded.

Sebastian seems to take it as a mental note for himself as well. He was actually debating that if Mark wasn't successful in punting Jenson then he would.

"Besides Y/N has to date, she is in that age of dating" Christian added

Sebastian knew that Mark has been the kind of sibling that is overly protective. Given that Y/N has been the youngest one and the one that has been following Mark around, Mark has a special worry about her. It was very understandable why he acts like this.

"As much as I could, I will not let my sister date drivers." Mark says with finality.

It felt like it wasn't just a statement meant for Jenson but it was also something meant for Sebastian. Great, now Sebastian feels like everything is more complicated than it was before.

2009, Interlagos

It wasn't Y/N's brightest idea that she went on a date with Jenson Button. She figured after weeks of being constantly asked by Jenson, she should give him a chance. She thought it could also help lessen her feelings for Sebastian.

It's a pretty bad idea now that she thinks about it.

But there was no going back because here she is sitting with Jenson at a small restaurant somewhere in Brazil.

Don't get her wrong but Jenson is charming and he knows how to make people comfortable. He is a gentleman, he picked her up with roses, asked her for her favorite dish, and was kind enough to lend his jacket when she is feeling a bit cold.

But there is something missing about Jenson.

"You know, I really enjoy spending time with you tonight"Jenson started "But are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm sorry its just that its my first time going out for dates, I'm not good with this sort of thing" Y/N replied

"That's okay, I'm glad to be the first one to take you out"

Y/N felt the guilt of lying eating her up so she quickly wanted to clear out the air "Jenson, you are a really nice guy but you know I really think its better if we become friends instead?"

There was a small smile from the British driver. It seems like he has also felt that he was about to be friendzoned tonight.

"It's perfectly fine Y/N, I just really enjoy your company"

The dinner continued on more smoothly and they were able to share some personal details about their life. It felt like an air of relief for the two of them to clear out things that this will not be a failed date but rather a new friendship.

The media on the other hand has seen a different story.

Jenson Button winning on and off track against Red Bull?

In case you missed it, the newly declared Formula 1 champion, Jenson Button, has been seen in a restaurant in Brazil having dinner with a very special lady. Who is this mystery lady? It's Mark Webber's sister and personal assistant, Y/N.

The pairing is a shocker for everyone since Red Bull is the main competitor of Button this season. It seems like the two are a star crossed lovers in the making. People who have been in the restaurant has noted how the pair were giggling and close to one another.

We can't wait what Mark will have to say about this pairing.

2009, Yas Marina Circuit

"Sebastian please just slow down"Y/n begged.

It was really petty for Sebastian to be angry and ignore Y/N but he felt really confused on how to act around her. Ever since he read that stupid article, its all that he could think about. So while he couldn't deal with his emotions then he thinks its best to avoid her like the plague.

"I'm busy" Sebastian's curt reply

"Oh c'mon, you are not busy. You are ignoring me" Y/N was still hot in trail "This is so childish and stupid"

"Me? Stupid?" Sebastian stopped and turned to face her.

"You are calling me stupid when you are the one out there having dinner with the enemy"Sebastian wasn't thinking at this point.

"The enemy? Do you think I'm giving out secrets to Jenson?" she asked in shock

"Yes, Jenson is our enemy. You should have not gone on a dinner date with him, don't you have any sense of loyalty to the team?"

Sebastian could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. He knows that he said the wrong things and its not something that he can take back. Everything was just so heated.

"You believe those tabloids than me?"

"I don't know what to believe. You two looked pretty cozy on that front page" Sebastian really wanted to shut himself by now but jealousy is a sick sick disease that cannot be stopped.

"That's real mature of you Seb, you disappoint me" she sounds so defeated "Out of everyone, you were one of the people who I thought would believe me rather than what was painted by the media"

"Y/N you can't fault me on that, you were close"

"We were just friends and besides I-" she caught herself to stop.

There was a confession at the other end of Y/N. She almost confessed how she cannot see herself with Jenson because all she can see is how he is not Sebastian and all she wants to love is Sebastian. It was a good thing she caught herself before she slipped again.

"Besides what?" Sebastian wondered.

"Never mind. Talk to me when you mature"

"Yeah that's real mature, run away when you don't wanna face the consequences of your actions" Sebastian chastised.

Y/N felt that her tears are falling so she could only turn away and run the other direction. Sebastian, on the other hand, felt like hitting himself. It was the type of conversation he wanted to avoid because he could not contain his emotions. He bitterly regrets how this was their last conversation for 2009.

[neoraso]

end of a day | pwb

a/n: the people ask for wonbin and i provide.. this is basically just pure and never ending sickening fluff when he comes home from a schedule :D warnings: one instance of him calling the reader his gf. i didn't mean for this to happen but gets like 1% suggestive towards the end. literally nothing happens though just a little heated kissing hehet

you had woken up when wonbin did, your ears listening to him rustling around the room getting dressed. after a few minutes he came to your side of the bed, stroking your hair and moving it out of your face before leaning down to kiss your forehead. your eyes fluttered open at this and he looked back with a surprised expression,

"did i wake you up? I'm sorry baby. try to go back to sleep, I'll be back later." he petted your hair once more. before he could back away you reached out to grab his wrist.

"you're not leaving without giving me a goodbye kiss are you?" you said with a pout.

smiling, he leans back down while you strain your neck upwards to meet his mouth.

"i almost didn't want to because then i wouldn't be able to stop" he mumbled against your lips. leaving one more peck he turned to actually leave and chuckled at your whine. "i know baby, i don't want to leave either but i'll try to be back before you know it. maybe you can sleep for the next 14 hours."

"I can sure try." you grumble back. "but hey, good luck today, work hard, i love you."

as he shut the door he turned to peek his head out. "I love you more." he said with a bashful smile before shutting it fully.

looking at the clock it read 6:34 am. yeah, you were definitely going back to sleep.

you woke up a few hours later and decided you had nothing to do but keep up with business since it was your day off. wonbin pretty much never had a day off so when you weren't working, your days were often spent like this; just filling the time until he came back.

it wasn't like you didn't have a life, you had friends of course but your schedules didn't always match up- like today. and so, you were alone. it wasn't bad to be fair, you caught up on emails, cleaned the apartment (mostly), called your mom, yearned for your boyfriend, all in all a productive day.

wonbin had texted you a few times throughout the day when he could.

[7:10] hi baby, wish i was with you

[9:13] getting ready to film this interview, hope i look pretty for you. i think you'll enjoy watching it when it comes out, the mc's are really funny

[13:19] finally done. heading back to the building to practice. love and miss you soooooo much,

it was strange, you had been dating for almost a year but you wondered when would your heart stop fluttering at everything he did. every text, call, every touch, every kiss made you fall in love with him even more and you hoped he felt the same. 

it was getting close to 8pm which seemed like a good time to start dinner. you didn’t cook every night but you knew wonbin liked it when you did. he always worked so hard, it’s the least you could do. you decide on something  simple for tonight, soup and rice and some sides his mom had sent you.

you snapped a quick picture and sent it to him so he knew he had a meal waiting for him at home. 

perfect timing :) we’re about to wrap up. 

can’t wait to see you 

just as you were finishing plating everything for the two of you, you heard a key jangling the door knob, bringing a small smile to your face. you could hear him taking his shoes off and shuffling out of the walkway.

“where is my baby?” he called out.

“in the dining room!” you reply. he makes his way to you as you turn around meeting him halfway for an embrace. ”sorry, i’m sweaty..” he said sheepishly. after you patted his back to assure him it was fine, he held you to him and kissed your hair then pulled away to hold your face and kiss your nose then your lips more times than you could count. between kisses you tried to ask him if he wasn’t hungry, eventually he let go, “yeah actually. it smells so good, i’m starving.” he let you sit first, noticing your bowls were seated next to each other’s , he slyly scooted his chair closer to yours. after a few moments of silence with both of your mouths full, he turned to you. 

“how was your day? what did you get up to?” he said as he reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

blushing, you reply, “well, mostly just waited for you to get back… but i did get some work done.” 

he frowned at this, “i don’t know if i can ever leave again. i missed you so much too.” he softly pinched your cheek and went back to eating. “this is delicious by the way, thank you so much. the guys went to  get food but i wanted to come home as soon as possible. they teased me a lot but it’s ok… i’d take anything for you.” he said the last part so quietly you almost missed it- luckily you didn’t. without making a big deal out of it you softly stroked his back and then his hair (which really was sweaty). 

“i’ll clean this up, you go get in the shower and relax.” you suggested

“can’t you come with me?” he asked with pleading eyes. 

“unfortunately, i already took a shower. but when i’m done with the dishes i’ll come in the bathroom ok?”

he looked back down at his soup and pursed his lips, clearly disappointed. you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. mirroring his earlier action you stroked his hair and tucked the strands that were falling into his eyes behind his ear. “tomorrow we can take a bath and i’ll use that bubble soap you like, does that sound good?”

he had to smile at this. “that sounds good, but i’m holding you to it.”

“i promise. finish your food so you can wash the day away.” 

he obeyed and you both finished your dinner quickly in a comfortable silence. 

he offered to help you with the dishes, but you shooed him away so he could get ready for bed sooner. it didn’t take you long anyway and you made it in time to get some sleeping clothes and a towel to meet him in the bathroom where you heard him singing. 

“what song is that?” you asked him casually, but then heard a bottle of something fall with a loud crash.

“oh my god y/n you scared me!! you move like a ghost, i didn’t even hear you come in!”

“oh my bad!” you said between laughs, you almost felt bad but it was also a little funny.

“it’s our new song though. don’t tell anyone.” he said as he turned the water off

before he got out, you softly told him “of course i won’t, but here, i brought you a towel and some clothes.” you handed him the towel while he was still in the shower and heard him give a small chuckle.

“babe, you’ve seen everything already, don’t act shy now.”

scoffing, you replied, “i was just trying to give you some privacy, sue me!”

he came out with the towel wrapped around his waist and gave you that smile you loved so much, the one that made you feel like your veins were disintegrating. he must’ve noticed your wide eyes that were trying to avoid the extensive amount of his bare skin showing because he laughed again and pulled you in for a kiss. you made a small noise of protest .

“wonbin! you’re all wet!” 

“oh, i didn’t notice” 

“move, we need to brush our teeth.” you said, still avoiding his half naked self.

you both moved to get your toothbrushes, but he took this opportunity of your proximity to slide a hand around your waist and kiss your temple. while you wanted to melt away , you pretended to be annoyed still, not saying anything. he kept a knowing smile on his lips the whole duration of your teeth brushing date in which he also linked your arms causing a very clunky experience, but you let it slide because you really were so weak for him. 

once you finished, you escaped his hold and walked to your bedroom so he could get dressed (he suggested you stay for that too, to which you declined with burning cheeks)

you only had to scroll laying on your bed for about two minutes before wonbin walked through the doorway, still with that grin on his face.

“what is so funny mister?” you asked with tight lips.

he came over to your side of the bed and sat down, carefully avoiding your feet but rested his hand on your calf, lightly squeezing the skin there. “oh nothing. you’re just really cute when you’re flustered. i like being the only one to make you blush. also, since i’m dry now, can i get some love?” he looked like a kicked puppy to where all your fake annoyance dissolved and you sat up to kiss his cheek. he turned his face to yours and whispered “you know that’s not enough.” 

pushing you down he caged you in between his arms, laying the rest of his body weight on you as he lightly rubbed his nose against yours before pressing his lips to you. 

he kissed you until you were breathless, your lips wet and puffy from where he had bitten them. as he leaned in again you put a hand on his chest. 

“wonbin…” you warned.

“don’t worry i’m not trying anything, i’ve just wanted to kiss you all day.”

“wow, this must be your dream come true then.” “this might be the best day of my life. maybe second to when you said you’d be my girlfriend.” he said with another kiss. 

“i would tease you if i wasn’t so in love with you” you retort as he pulls away, now leaving you wanting more. he noticed your pout and smirked “i’m just moving to where i’m not suffocating you.”

“i liked it though?” you admitted. 

“oh?” he replied as he crawled over you to his side, laying close to you with his head propped on one hand. He stroked your cheek with the other hand, brushing your hair away from your face. 

you were caught in the way he looked at you, always with so much adoration. it was obvious to anyone that saw you together (which they often told you) how intense your love seemed just in the way you looked at each other. holding his hand to your cheek he took it as his cue to lean down once more to your face. kissing your lips, your cheek, your forehead, anywhere he could reach. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed his lips to your throat before going back to your lips and finally pulling away with a kiss to your cheek. rolling  just a bit over to where he was almost entirely on top of you, he mumbled into your chest “did i mention i missed you?”

heart swelling you replied, “you may have. are you so tired my baby?” he can only nod and deeply sigh. you almost coo at this and brought your hand to his hair, running the strands through your fingers and lightly massaging his scalp.

“don’t do that.” he grumbles, shocking you.

 “why not ??”

“because i will fall asleep and i want to stay awake and talk to you.”

“oh, well it's late bin, we should sleep anyway hm?”

“don’t wanna”

you resumed playing with his hair anyway and humming a ballad.

“you’re so mean…” he said sleepily, you could hear the tiredness taking over.

“i want to talk to you too but you need your rest. you had a busy day and we have tomorrow morning to be together.”

you only got a whine in response while he tucked his hand under your waist and tangled his legs with yours. 

“love you.” he managed to mutter.

you stretched to turn off the bedside lamp.

“love you more” you reply, hands slowing down in his hair as sleep took you over as well just as you heard him whisper something else.

“impossible.”

[mechaknight-98]

Edge of Tomorrow (NSFW) FT Dami of Dream catcher

Authors note: A little piece for the birthday girl.

You sat in your cubicle numb to the work that needed to be done around you. You had finished your daily tasks and the office server was down so now all you could do was wait. It was mind-numbing but at least it paid the bills. You yearned for your bed and to be cuddling with your stellar girlfriend Dami, but the time would not move faster so you continued to wait. About 35 minutes into your 8-hour shift you get a text. You see it’s from Dami. You wonder if you left anything at home so you do a quick spin of your cubicle and nope everything is there. Where it needs to be. This drives your curiosity about what the text could be about so you unlock your phone and are met with a harmless message

My pretty panda: Babe I miss you. :(

You smile and begin to type back

You: I’ll be back before you know it

You are surprised when you get a text back almost immediately. It’s a message with a selfie of Dami pouting. You save the image (because you treasure every picture she sends you) and read the attached message.

My pretty panda: but I do know it and I want you back now.

You chuckle and begin typing but you get a message

My pretty panda: let's play a game babe.

You delete your previous response and with trepidation, you begin typing a new one

You: what kind of game dear?

My pretty panda: a fun one, but I won't tell you till you agree.

You squint you love Dami but this could easily be a mistake, but your curiosity beats your boredom.

You: okay I'm down what's the game

My pretty panda: the game is simple you may touch yourself but don't cum.

Your eyes widened at her message and you scrambled in your response

You: Dear I'm at work

My pretty panda: it's too late now you already agreed now put your hand on your cock and send me the picture.

You groan but comply nonetheless. Your anxiety spikes as you send it. It lessens when you see those three grey dots but it gets worse. She sends a pic of her sensually cupping her abundant chest attached is the message is

My pretty panda: stroke your cock slowly. Send me the video

You take out your aching cock and begin to stroke slowly while gazing at the picture she sent. Your pace is tortuously glacial and mirrors many times where Dami would edge you all day to turn you into a “volcano of cum”.

You sneak to the bathroom and send her the video. Your girlfriend is quick to respond

My pretty panda: you have the stroke timing just the way I like it. Now babe go a little faster.

After that is a video of her massaging her perky tits

“I can't wait for my favorite little slut to get back home. I'm gonna fuck all of those little and big thoughts out of you. You'll be my cute little toy.” Dami cooed.“When I'm done with you tonight. You'll be m mindless fucktoy begging for me, now stroke faster and faster until you are about to cum then stop. Don't even think about cumming because I'll know. Wait forty minutes then start again, but slowly.” she added. You do as she says and get back to work. You reply to a few more emails answer a few more messages and talk to your boss before you are back in your cubicle. You get another three texts and videos from Dami.

My pretty panda: you've been a bad boy.

To emphasize her point she sends you an extremely lurid video. She's in your bed touching herself tortuously slowly. You watch as she indulgently has her fingers slosh and squelch in and out of her sopping pussy causing your already-hardened cock to drive you further into lusted madness. “Mistress isn't pleased by missing her updates,” she said with an authoritative lilt in her voice. Oh dear things have escalated and you were in for it now, but you knew if you sent Dami an update about work getting busy she would calm down and go back to loving girlfriend, but part of you liked Mistress Dami. Responsible you won out though.

You: I'm sorry mistress work picked up a bit for your toy and I needed to talk with my boss.

My pretty panda: thank you for the update. Your punishment has been averted.

You: thanks mistress, but can you please fuck me up tonight I actually will need it after today.

You knew the text was risky but you had so much on your plate that her earlier promise seemed so appealing. When you got the text back you were happy and worried

My pretty panda: oh so you want my attention? Well, you've been good and hard at work so that can be arranged. What does my good little toy want his mistress to do to him?

You ponder her question but know in your heart there's only one thing you truly desire tonight

You: turn my brain to mush from pleasure. Fuck me so hard that I forget my name. Empty my balls and my brain.

You finish typing and are surprised by the speed at which Dami replies

My pretty panda: :) that can be arranged.

You go back to work until your lunch break. Dami keeps you in relative silence. During your lunch break things take a radical shift. Dami video calls you in your car.

“Hi toy,” she says with a malicious grin.

“Hi mistress,” you say

“Take your cock out,” Dami demands you comply. “Now stroke slowly,” she adds. As you stroke yourself your mind begins to blank. “Good toy. Get lost in the pleasure.” you begin to moan as your mistress encourages you to continue. “That's it's good plaything keep stroking.” you continue to and when you get right to the edge your mistress demands you stop. You hate it because now you are desperate to cum but you know Dami is going to take exceptional care of you when you get home. After your lunch break the rest of the day moves even slower as you fight to stay awake.

When the clock finally says it's time to go you race to your car and flee from the office with the speed of the wind. You get home and see Dami smiling at you. She goes to hug and she lightly nibbles your ear before saying “You'll have to wait a little bit longer, before you get your relief but trust me I will take care of you.” you nod as you shiver.

“So how was your week babe?”

“Long, but I got my first script sold. 6 more and I can finally quit my office job,” you answer

Dami smiled, “You know you could quit now and I'll take care of you.”

You chuckle, “As much as I would love to be your stay-at-home sugar baby/trophy boyfriend. I want to stay grounded as to why I'm working so hard.” Dami’s eyes widened with pleasure and adoration. “I love that fire you have,” Dami said with appreciation.

“Thanks, babe. Im excited. How about you?” you ask “I'm sorry I missed your birthday.”

“Oh don't worry our schedules didn't line up so it's fine. I do have a call with Siyeon to discuss our next comeback.”

“Oh nice,” you say with a smile. The two of you share a chaste kiss or so you thought as you broke the kiss you felt a hand on your cock stroking slowly. Dami your girlfriend is gone and Mistress is back as she breaks the kiss. She stops stroking you and cups your balls. You gasp.

“Oh they're so full.” your mistress says. Maybe I can get a little taste. She takes off her sweats and mounts you. You moan

“Ah fuck, mistress. You're so tight.”

Dami throws her head back as she grinds on you, “You're filling me up so well.” she grinds for a few seconds before hopping off your rod. You groan and almost force her back down, but you know better mistress rewards patience and obedience and punishes insubordination harshly. So you comply. You get up shortly after and kiss her cheek. Dami smiled “Good plaything.” she said, and she went to her call. While you wait you make two sandwiches and eat them. As you finish the first and consider going for the second Dami springs back and steals it from you.

“Hey I was gonna eat that.” you cry out. Dami gives you a smug grin as she takes a bite.

“Mmm, why aren't you a professional chef? Your food is always so good” Dami compliments. Sitting down next to you. She leans on your shoulder and eats in silence afterward.

After she finishes you give her a tight hug and say “Happy birthday pretty panda.” Dami gives you a bright smile that morphs into something else. She turns your stool and takes her sweatpants off. She leans in front of the hard rod. She blows on it causing you to begin leaking.

“You wanna cum? Then beg for it.”

“Oh god please Mistress let me cum.”

“You can do better than that.” she chides.

Your brain is fried and you fully submit to her, “Oh please mistress relieve my aching balls. I need you to fuck me.” your mistress smiles before mounting you once again. Her tight pussy digs into your cock as she lowers herself into you. She bounces exactly three times before you erupt into her wet hole. She smiled as she continued to ride you. Your body begins to act on its matching thrusts in perfect synch. The last thing you remember before blacking out is hearing “good plaything.”

[justanamesstuff]

Unrequited love? - Matty Healy

Part 5 of Unrequited love...

A/N: I'm not so suuure about this part, let me know what you think! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ♥♥♥

Warnings: angsty feelings, anxiety, typos.

Word count: 2.5k

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Y/n had been working all morning as a way to silence her anxiety. The boys left almost one month ago, almost a week ago she started to miss them even more. Y/n was happy for them, doing what they love most, but also she worried about them overworking themselves, especially Matty. He always wanted to give his best at every single concert. 

During those weeks apart, Y/n and Matty found time to talk regularly, even with the different time zones getting in the way. From a few weeks prior, she noticed he wasn’t doing entirely fine, even when he tried time and time again to reassure Y/n. She knew best.

Y/n moved rhythmically her legs, she couldn’t keep herself still. The coffee she drank before work wasn’t helping at all to ease her nerves. Her stomach twisted with the mere thought of Matty not doing okay and lying to her. 

Matty usually shared with her his deepest thoughts. Although, every time they were miles and miles apart he formed a facade so Y/n didn’t worry about him. This wasn’t the first time. 

That’s why Y/n chose to test another way, the plan B. As soon as she woke up, Y/n sent a text to George saying she needed to ask him something. He agreed to it, but first they had the soundcheck. Y/n had been counting the minutes for his call to came through. 

Y/n was in the middle of replying to an email, when her phone started to vibrate on her desk. Like a reflex move, Y/n picked it up. She told a lame excuse to her coworker and ran to the bathroom. 

“Hi.” Y/n answered the call, locking the door behind her.

“Hi, Y/n/n!” George greeted her. There were no more sounds than his voice coming from his side, he was probably in some room alone. “How are you?”

Y/n bit her nails, thinking a good way to ask him. “I’m good, G. How are you?”

“Me or Matty?” he teased her.

“Both.”

G dropped his joking tone, noticing Y/n was worried. “I’m good…” George said, suspiciously. 

“How is he? Tell me the truth, G. I know he’s lying to me.” Y/n almost begged.

Y/n’s heart picked up when George took his time to answer. He was thinking really hard about his next words, which alerted Y/n.

George let a bit breathe out, “He’s not doing fine, I’m sorry to tell you…”

“How bad?”

“Um, jet lag is taking the best of us all, we landed safely, but he had problems to check in at the hotel. Fans are outside the hotel and some are guests as well. Add to the mix, all the shit they’re talking about him.” 

“Shit George.”

Y/n was ashamed to admit she had spent hours scrolling through TikTok and Instagram, reading comments. She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that most of those hating him and saying an entire spectrum of insults weren’t fans. Although she was sure Matty read those. None of them knew the true Matty, and her heart swell with him reading those lies. 

“I know, I’m trying my best to help him but…I feel like I’m not doing enough-” George admitted out loud for him and for Y/n.

“That’s not true!”

The boys –and the whole crew in reality– functioned as a group, as a family, and they care a lot for each other. Y/n was sure they were doing the absolutely best to help Matty.

“I’m not so sure, Y/n.”

“George, I bet all of you…are doing your absolutely best. Not only to support him, but all the band as well.” she reassured him.

“Yeah…but he’s my best mate, I feel the need to do more…”

“What else could you do?”

“There’s something I’d been thinking about.” his tone made her pulse jump. 

“Okay?”

George went straight to the point, “I think you should come.”

“You think that would help? I’d love to, but-“

G cut her short. “He listens to you, Y/n.” he was right, but she had a few doubts this time. 

“May I remind you that he’s lying to me about all of this?” Y/n protested. 

“Because he knows you would worry, as you’re doing.” G was right time again.  

“Yeah, he’s my best-“

“Bullshit.” he was reaching a new point of annoy with Matty and Y/n dancing around each other.

“Shut up, George.” Y/n was way too busy worrying to think about her feelings.

“Okay, that’s another conversation.” George gave her that. “I’m begging, not asking, literally begging for you to come. I’ll pay the ticket-“ he continued with his position. 

“Okay, okay…you don’t need to beg or tell me twice. Let me see when I can-“ Y/n said, thinking how to move things around with work to travel as soon as she can. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” George chanted.

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Y/n walked through the halls of the fancy hotel room, with the boys hot on her heels. They already told her the number of room he was staying, so she was heading there.

Once she found it, Y/n stopped in front of the door. She lifted her hand on a fist, ready to knock, but something stopped her. 

She glanced behind her, founding the three grown up men expecting her next action. 

“Do you mind?” Y/n asked, trying to suppress a smile. 

“Oh!” Ross opened his eyes wide. 

Adam’s cheeks turning red, grabbing Ross and George by the arm to drag them far away. “Sorry!”

Y/n shook her head, returning her sight to the door’s number. 

“Good luck!” she heard George’s voice far from her. 

Y/n laughed, muttering, “Boys.”

With the only thought occupying her mind about Matty being at the other side, she knocked strongly once. 

“Yes?” Matty wondered from the other side. 

Y/n couldn’t help to smile, “Me.” she simply said, hoping that he understood who she was.

The door swung open, revealing the curly boy standing with a surprised expression. He was staring at her form, trying to understand if she was a product of his imagination or Y/n was in fact standing there. 

“What are you doing here?” Matty managed to ask. 

Y/n took his appearance in. Matty had his hair pointing to every single angle possible, his chest was bare, his tattoos in all its glory, and he was only wearing sweatpants hanging low.  

“Hello to you too, Healy!” she joked about his greeting. 

Before Y/n could move a muscle, Matty engulfed her in a hug. Her body stiff at first after the sudden movement, even though she immediately melted inside his arms.

“Oh, baby…” Y/n exclaimed. Letting her hands rest on his back, caressing the skin there softly. 

“Are you really here?” Matty whispered from her neck. 

She comforted him, “I am.”

“You talked with the boys?”

“George.” Y/n only mentioned his bandmate name. 

“Mmm.”

The sound of people leaving one room at the end of the hall, startled Y/n.  

“I think it’s better if we get inside…” Y/n suggested.

Matty showed his face again, staring at her eyes, “Sorry.” 

Y/n felt how Matty took her hand on one hand and the handle of her bag on the other. 

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Without letting go of her hand, Matty took Y/n directly to the balcony. The small space was occupied by a nice outside couch with room for both of them. 

Y/n was laying with Matty’s back facing her front, he was between her spread legs with his head resting on her chest. His messy curls were temping enough for her to run her hands through them. 

They had fallen into a comfortable silence after Y/n told him all about her journey to get there. Making big gestures and mimicking some old lady being annoying, she wanted to cheer Matty up, and it was working.

“Feeling better?” Y/n asked, looking down at his face. Matty had his eyes closed, enjoying her touch. 

“So much better.” he admitted. 

“Am I that powerful?”

Matty was too gone to suppress his words from coming out, “You know you have that power over me.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what to say about it. She tried to joke as a way out, “I think Adam has more power over you.”

“Nah.”

Y/n though about the long month apart, Matty was her best friend before anything else. He was a constant in her life, and every time he had to leave it broke her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, darling.” Matty glanced up to her face, without moving from his spot. 

“Are you going to spill what’s going on inside this little ratty head?” Y/n titled her head, staring at his beautiful eyes. 

Matty couldn’t maintain it, his face facing away from her. “My head is not little.” he pouted. 

“Matty-“

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” he touched the side of her leg, distracting himself from the unsettling feelings inside him. 

“It’s okay, Matty.” Y/n said caring. “I’m here now, you can tell me.”

“It’s been all…a lot.”

“What do you mean by all?”

“The travelling, the aeroplanes, the hotels, the time zones, the concerts, media coverage and…” he stopped suddenly.

“And?”

“And you were at the other side of the world.” Matty mumbled, feeling embarrassed. He hated himself to sound like such an idiot, such a child. 

“Home it’s not that far…” Y/n tried. 

“It was…now you’re here.” Matty said. Saying those words calmed him more than he was able to admit.

“Matty-“

He continued without stopping for a single minute, “I’ve been thinking about your birthday…and the evening before I left.” he let Y/n know. 

“Why?” Y/n let her hands travel from his hair to his chest. 

Matty shivered under her touch. “You know why.”

“No, tell me.” she encouraged him, tracing the lines of the tattoo adoring the centre of his chest. 

“I think it is obvious.” Matty was scared to speak everything going inside his head. He wanted to tell her, but the rational part of his brain was trying to stop him.

“No.” Y/n tried to keep an external collected look, messing a little with him.

“You just want me to say it…” Matty groaned, hiding his face behind his hands.

Y/n let her face buried inside his hair. “Maybe.” 

“Little shit!” Matty stated, turning around inside her arms.  

Y/n gasped at his words, “What did you just call me?” her eyes were wide open as well as her mouth. 

Matty stared at her eyes, placing his hands on her hips, pinning Y/n on the couch. “I’ve been thinking about every single time we almost…” he said with his voice lowering a tone. 

“Almost?” Y/n couldn’t help herself to keep messing with him. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” Matty exposed her, slowly approaching his face. 

Y/n moved around, so her body was resting fully on the couch. “Finish your sentence, Healy.” she dared him. 

“We almost kiss.” Matty stopped at half way.  

“And what you think about it?” Y/n traced the skin from his strong arms to his neck slowly, grabbing his curls when she reached her destination. 

“Did you want me- want me to-“ Matty stuttering, distracted by her hands. 

“Yes.” Y/n said, directly to his eyes. 

Matty lowered another inch, “I didn’t finish.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Did you really wanted to kiss me?” Matty inquired. 

The singer let his whole body rest on top of hers, trying not to crush Y/n at the same time. Their foreheads were directly touching. Feeling him so close was a pleasure she never felt with someone else. Y/n breath deeply.

“Matty-” 

“Because I’ve been dying to kiss you.“ Matty openly confessed, wetting his lips drawing her attention to them. 

Y/n brought him down all the way, finally kissing him. Matty let his right-hand travel to hold her jaw while his lips attack Y/n’s. The tempo of the kiss was rather slow and calm, although Y/n felt how her entire body was burning up.

Matty pushed up, detaching his lips, when he felt the lack of air. Y/n opened her eyes slowly. 

“Yes, I might have been thinking about it a lot lately.” she replied to his earlier question.

“Y/n.” Matty whispered, feeling like everything was a little better after kissing her. “You really mean it?” he needed to be sure, Matty needed her to tell him.

“Matty Healy is feeling insecure because of…me?” Y/n brushed their noses slowly. 

Matty frowned, “I swear…”

Y/n took advantaged, chuckling, pecking his lips a couple of times repeatedly. “I do, Matty. I didn’t though you felt the same way.” Y/n bit her lips, without looking at his eyes.

“There's no one else.” 

“I bet there’s a long line of girls waiting-“

“You know how I mean it, Y/n.” Matty tried to soothe her worries. 

Y/n dared to return her sight to his hazelnut eyes. “I do.”

“What about you?”

She furrowed her eyes, trying to get what he was asking, “What?”

“What about John?” Matty tested the waters. The pink tone appearing at his cheeks made her chuckled. 

“What about him?” Y/n touched his rosy cheeks. 

Matty plopped down, hiding his face on her neck, “Are you a thing…went out with the twat?”

He waited for her answer with his heart in his hand. Feeling immediately better when Y/n spoke.

“No, I never replied when he asked me out.”

Matty laugh, making her neck tickled. “Baby, that’s mean!” him calling her that warmed her inside. 

“I was hooked up with someone else. Sorry!” Y/n stated, making Matty come from his hiding spot. 

“How’s the lucky man?” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“You and the man thing.” Y/n placed her hand on his face, pushing delicately. Matty blew a raspberry on her palm, so she took it out. 

“So, I am the one you fell for?” Matty smirked, returning to be inches away from her lips.

“Don’t be so smugly, Healy.” Y/n turned her face to a side, feeling shy.

Matty drew a path of kisses from her neck towards her cheek. “No one is going to stop me. I just kiss, for the first time, the girl I lo- like…nothing is stopping me!”

“Such a boy.” Y/n returned her attention to his loving eyes. 

Matty faked being offended by her words once more, “Take that back.”

“Make me.” she dared him.

“Oh, I will, sweetheart!”

Matty started to tickled her sides until she was a mess under him. They returned to kiss once more when she calmed down. Y/n thought she could get used to kiss him, and Matty was aware he was already addicted to her taste. 

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[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

robbie on a monday

annie got coffee with her brother robbie at the cafe near her office. he was finishing school. just filed his paperwork for graduation. annie was beaming.

"how are you, though?" he asked her. "dad says you're being kinda weird."

annie laughed. "dad talks too much. i'm just a little bored in my relationship and i'm acting out."

"acting out how?"

"cheating on him," annie said.

"poor ryan," robbie said.

"no, not poor ryan," annie countered. "he's emotionally and physically absent."

"sorry," he said. "just too busy with work?"

"yeah but i'm busy with work too and i can still have sex."

"ok, chill out. honestly, is work hard for you?"

"are you saying my job's easy?"

"no," he said, earnestly. "you're like, very smart. school was always easy for you. i feel like work is the same."

"sometimes i feel that way," annie said. "but i don't know. i think i'm so desperate for excitement that i'm fucking up my patients."

"go skydiving or something, then," he said.

"not a bad idea, honestly," she said.

"no, you're too clumsy. you'd die."

she laughed. "maybe."

she went back to her office after and texted her father "don't tell robbie i am being weird."

"that was not my choice of words."

"ok, well, that was his impression."

"how are you, then?" he asked.

"i don't know. weird!"

she'd been sending nudes to jeff every day. he was only ever moderately enthusiastic and sometimes outright critical. "your tits don't look as big from that angle," he said to one. for some reason it made annie want to impale herself on his (only-average sized -- ryan was bigger) cock.

she told julia about it. not about jim, which was over as far as annie was concerned. she told her about jeff. julia was scandalized but enthusiastically so. "ryan has such cuck energy anyway," she said. "you deserve a mean himbo who will obliterate your pussy."

jeff obliged her on monday night, telling her to get naked for him as soon as she walked in the door, and proceeding to pound and degrade her for two hours. annie was so thriled.

he took pictures of her, too, which annie loved. she touched her clit while he fucked her, she played with his cum, she spread her ass for him.

when she got home, she found a bag by her door, full of her stuff from ryan's house. he'd written a note: "whore."

"oh fuck," annie said. and then her phone started blowing up.

she concluded after a few minutes of panicked texts from julia, hatespeech from her and ryan's mutual friends, and expressions of support and solidarity from other women in her life, that jeff had sent ryan the pictures, and ryan had posted them online.

she found them quickly. she was tagged in them, after all. he'd censored the photos on his instagram story, though not well. her tits were scribbled out but her bald pussy with jeff's cock in it was still visible.

julia, jim, and robbie all showed up at annie's apartment. she was less hysterical than they'd probably assumed she'd be, but she'd also taken two xanax immediately. julia and robbie sat together reporting the photos, which were also on twitter. annie went to the bathroom and threw up, and had to change her shirt. jim helped her with that, which was kind of ironic. in a couple of hours, the photos were down, the hate texts had stopped (julia had blocked all their numbers on annie's phone -- annie had briefly felt a pang of relief that her work email was not currently logged in on the phone, just in case she somehow came across emails from jim. when annie had her phone back she found them and deleted them) and the support was still rolling in. and they were all drunk and stoned.

annie went to bed -- robbie would crash in her bed with her and julia and jim would stay on the couches.

"sorry you had to see those pictures," she told robbie.

"it's fine," he said. "i mean you looked good anyway, who cares."

julia texted her. "don't come out, we're having sex on your couch."

"what if i want to watch?" annie replied.

"ok," julia replied. "come watch."

annie got out of bed.

robbie came out a few minutes later -- by then julia was naked and riding jim's cock. annie sat across from them, watching jim's shaft go in and out. robbie was on the other side of the couch. julia beckoned him closer -- she was facing him. he came over to the edge of the couch, which was low enough that julia could reach out and grab his dick over his shorts. then she pulled it out. annie tried not to stare at her brother's cock as julia stroked it and licked his tip as she bounced up and down. he was big, and so hard that it was standing straight up.

jim came first. annie watched his cum start to collect in rings around the base of his cock as he groaned and grunted. when he pulled out, julia climbed up higher on the couch to suck robbie off more enthusiastically. annie and jim both watched. he came in julia's mouth, and she threw her head back and swallowed it.

"wow," annie said. she was still dressed in the post-vomit pj's she'd been helped into by jim. julia walked over to annie and confidently pulled her shorts and panties down. "this will be so different without the neglected bush," julia said, opening annie's legs.

annie watched both men as their eyes flickered around. julia's ass. annie's visibly soaked panties laying open on the floor. julia's fingers and tongue on and in annie's cunt. annie's mouth as she gasped "fuck, fuck, fuck." annie had a loud, cathartic orgasm. she laid on the couch in a heap as robbie went back to bed. a few minutes later, she got to her feet and wobbled in after him. she slept next to him in her bed fully bottomless, having left her shorts and panties on the floor.

[kytsuine-blog]

Ok so I'm going to do a better, Tumblr-focused writeup soon and also track down those blogs to talk about them more specifically, but I fell for a misinformation scheme today and want to talk about how and why. Here's an email I sent my little cousin about it.

This morning, I encountered a Tumblr post talking about the TikTok ban and the government's attempt to severely curtail digital privacy rights as part of it.

I had heard that the TikTok ban was currently up for debate in the Senate, after passing the House with strong bipartisan support. I was not surprised by the information in the screenshots; it matched with things I knew the government had tried to do often in the past, and often under similar circumstances. I looked up the bill linked to verify, and yeah, it was an active bill that had been introduced in the Senate. (I should have realized then that there was an issue with what I was reading, but in my defense it was about 6:00 AM, and I was just glancing over things in the parking lot before going in to work.)

Concerned for the digital privacy and security of my family, and especially the ones I can't just drive to, I drafted the following message to you:

"I haven't had time to read all the way through the RESTRICT act that the Senate proposed, but summaries I've seen indicate that as written it's a massive overreach. It's better known as the TikTok ban; the news has been focusing on that part as it passes through Congress so far.

I always sign my emails to you with my public key. Both of you should look up how to use PGP to send me encrypted emails with that. It may become even more important soon to normalize secure encryption in Internet communications, and there may also be things that we wish to discuss that state or federal laws may frown on in the future.

I planned to introduce topics related to computer and information security more gradually, but making sure that talking about those is possible at all is an important part of that.

Congress.gov page on the bill

Tweet thread"

(As an aside, I do still think that normalizing encryption is a very worthwhile thing to do; it makes the web a safer place for activists and informants needing a way to communicate without surveillance, without being singled out as enemies of the surveillance state.)

I then checked through the notes of the Tumblr post to see if there was more context I wanted to share, and noticed people who called out a detail that I missed. That post was first posted in March of 2023, a little over a year ago. It refers to an entirely different bill than the TikTok ban which is currently going through the Senate, one which activists successfully stalled (and likely killed) last year. This year's bill is much more targeted (though, as implemented, I still have issues with it); its text can be found here.

This is a classic example of how misinformation spreads. I did not have bad intent when I went to share that commentary on last year's bill with you, and I did not find it from someone with bad intent (in fact, she subsequently shared a commentary I posted on the actual bill, in reply to her original incorrect post.) From what I can tell, on March 14, a number of mostly inactive politically-focused blogs all shared that post directly from the original poster (not from someone who had it in their feed, like a normal Tumblr interaction). Each of these was tagged with fairly popular political tags. None of these blogs has posted since, keeping it at the top of their page to get more eyes on it.

Misinformation is spread deliberately, and it takes caution and checking of your biases to combat it. I almost fell for this one because I expected it to be true. I should have checked on it before sharing anything at all. Looking at it now, I ask: who benefits from this?

Most directly, proponents of the current TikTok ban benefit from activist efforts being directed towards a functionally dead bill. This, apparently, includes the strong majority of the House, on both sides of the aisle; it may be assumed that it also includes the government's surveillance agencies (as it is easier to compel data from American companies than from foreign ones, particularly Chinese ones). It could also include other social media sites, especially those like YouTube and Instagram that compete directly with TikTok in the realm of algorithmically driven short videos.

More abstractly, though, this misinformation benefits the status quo, and conservatism as a whole. By causing people who are invested in the TikTok ban (mostly left-leaning people) to engage with more stringent and concerning bills, stress is increased on activists and burnout becomes more likely. Targeting the mental health of left-leaning activists is a tactic we've seen multiple times recently in misinformation campaigns; another example is the "the Guardian is doing a story on DIY HRT" hoax that recently circulated among my trans friends. This type of stressful lie misinformation serves the dual purpose of causing activists to burn out and decreasing trust among communities that share it.

This is a new specific strategy to me, but the solution is the same as ever. Check your sources when you speak publicly, check how your biases affect what ideas seem "clearly correct", and aim for your statements to maximize quality, rather than quantity. That's a discipline I still need to refine, but it's not hard. Just requires a bit of diligence.

[astrronomemes]

TEXT POST STARTERS V

a collection of quotes and quips from popular internet posts. change & alter as needed.

"Chips are basically like, do you want to eat a potato one page at a time?"

"Your twenties are for seeing how many mistakes you can make in the shortest amount of time possible. And getting a cool haircut."

"Women love me for my eyebags and dead-eyed stare."

"I'm permanently emotionally damaged, but it's chill. I'm chill."

"I'm trying to be positive in general, but man..."

"Fuck, yeah, I'm an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I'm sponsored by the circus."

"I have decided with a peaceful spirit, a loving heart, and a clear mind that some people still, in fact, need their asses beat."

"How many followers do I need before I'm considered a religion?"

"Love when emails start off with 'DO NOT REPLY'. Like, oh, yeah, way ahead of you, brother."

"Power move: Saying 'that's treason' every time someone does something that mildly inconveniences you."

"Topic jumping is an Olympic sport, and baby, I take home the gold every time."

"They don't card me at the liquor store anymore because they see all the light has left my eyes."

"How is traffic real? Like, just fucking go."

"When doctors deliver a particularly big baby, they should take a picture with it. Like it's a fish."

"If we're going on a date, don't bring your purse. I'm not going to let you pay. Just run when I run."

"Horses are a great pet for anyone who's ever wished their bicycle could make bad choices."

"One time, I served so much cunt that they put me in the psych ward."

[boliv-jenta]

Mr Ben x gn!reader

Fluff with some bad language.

Fancam Worthy

Last period had been a killer. Trying to teach a bunch of teenagers about organisms, without the dreaded fuck up of say orgasms, took a toll. The tea on your desk was serving to calm your frayed nerves a little but a distraction would be welcome.

The chime of your laptop draw your attention. An email from your boss appeared in your open inbox. That was not the type of distraction you were looking for. The email was to all staff regarding social media.

Good Afternoon,

We are aware of the recent trend of 'fancams' featuring members of the faculty. We will be dealing with this and calling an assembly to address the issue with the students.

Just as you finished reading it, a text came through from your teacher bestie, Amy, across the hall.

Do you really blame the kids?

What?

Have you not seen the fancams?

No.

The next message had a link. Thinking nothing of it, you tapped it. I Need a Big Boy blasting out of your phone had you scrambled to turn the volume down. Once both your heart rate and volume were down you took a look at the video. It was a fancam of Mr Ben, the kid's, and secretly your, favourite teacher. God, he looked good. Even just sitting drinking coffee. Those large hands made his mug look tiny. His Adam's Apple bobbing drew your attention to his long neck. This was a more welcome, yet inappropriate, distraction. The crush you had on the man was completely unprofessional and childish and why were you watching the fancam for a third time?! 

So has he made a move on you yet?

What?!

Come on! Everyone can see how he looks at you.

You didn't reply. It was true that sometimes, if you were hopeful, you thought you saw him looking at you out of the corner of your eye. There was no way he liked you though. He was sweet, patient, smart, handsome. He never mentioned anyone but there was no way he was single. Even if he was single, you weren't that lucky.

Another message, another link. This one was a fancam of the two of you. Hearts exploded around the frame as the two of you looked at each other.

Stop it. You're worse than the kids!

Or we're all just not in denial like you. See you at the meeting.

When the meeting, that could have been an email was over. Ben wandered over to you earning a look from Amy.

"Hey. How was that not just an email?" He whispered, standing close enough that you could smell his cologne. It was a clean, fresh scent. Like a breath of fresh air. Much like him. He had such a passion for his work, he breathed new life into the school when he joined.

"Right? How was your day?" Today was Valentine's Day. Considering half the kids had a crush on him, and were not shy about it at all, you expected his day to be quite rough. 

He chuckled knowingly. "Not too bad. A few inappropriate comments. I think. I'm not always sure what they are even saying." 

It was cute how he was honest that he didn't get half of what the kids said. He never tried too hard to be 'down with the kids'. That was probably why the kids liked him so much. He was so genuine. Where other adults lied to them, he didn't. They knew where they stood with him. It was a quality that you found very appealing too.

"I've been intercepting love notes all day." He held them out for you to see. They were pretty standard. 'Do you like me? Yes or No?' Some depressing bad poetry. "The kids have been so distracted."

"You're not a romantic then?" Maybe more a leading question than a curious one from you.

"Me? No, I love romance. It doesn't seem to be a fan of me though." He chuckled, a blush blooming on his cheeks.

"Ben, we need you." One of you colleagues called him away. Leaving you to formulate a plan.

The halls were empty when you approached his classroom. Even the most dedicated students had left, most of the staff had gone early as they had plans, the rest had gone so they weren't stuck behind while the others enjoyed their night. 

"Hi." Ben smiled as he saw you approach. He looked good. Standing behind his desk, flicking through some papers, long fingers skimming the pages. His stance drawing attention to his well fitting cords.

"Hi." You managed to get out. The nerves bubbling inside you made you long for the simple organism/orgasm days. That would be a breeze compared to this. 

"What's up? Do you need that paperwork?" You had been paired on a student engagement project together. He was looking into more opportunities to give the kids work experience. He'd worked really hard on it. He was so caring, and sweet and…he was staring at you expectantly.

"Er…no. I found another Valentine's note. I thought you should see it." The folded note was between your fingers. His fingers brushed yours as he took it, before sitting on the edge of his desk. Inwardly, you hoped that the janitor had cranked up the heating, you were on fire. 

He opened the note. "Would you like to try that new Italian place in town with me on Friday night? That place is a little fancy for our kids. Good for them, I suppose." He laughed.

This was it. Deep breath. "The kids didn't write it. I did. For you." Seriously, does this place not have air con?!

He looked up at you over his glasses before grabbing a pen. He quickly scribbled something before handing it back. 

He had ticked 'Yes' and added 'Can I take you on a date now? Yes or No?'

"Yes." A ridiculous grin split your lips. It only widened when he smiled back and offered you his arm. The action, along with the feel of his firm bicep under your hand had you honestly swooning. 

"It's not a fancy Italian place but I know somewhere where we could eat." The stairs up to the roof usually felt like a chore to climb. Not today then didn't, not with a spring in every step. 

"How is the roof garden going?" You asked just as he opened up the door, the answer appeared right in front of you. "Oh, wow!"

The garden was flourishing. The wildflowers were blooming. They swayed gently in the breeze, the bright colours rippled against the layered orange hues of the sky as the sunset. It was dazzling. With your attention lost to it, you didn't notice the fancam worthy look Ben was giving you as he look at the smile on your face as you positively glowed in the golden light. 

"You grew food too?!" You gasped. He smiled at your excitement. The same wide eyed joy was present on your face when your class succeeded at anything. You were the most supportive, sweet person he'd ever met. The delighted squeal when he gave you a fresh strawberry to try would be stuck in his head longer than any catchy tune the kids added to their edits.

Standing there, for once, he actually understood why the kids made fancams. He could watch you in this moment over and over again. If you'd let him, he'd make a million more moments like this for the rest of your life.

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[lokiforever]

New teachers at school!!!!

Chapter 10

Series Masterlist

A/N: Greetings,midgardians!So,my lovely mortals as many of you know, following the results of the poll JK's role is now officially switched to a student. Tom will be teaching History and English.....

Nyt!💚

Y/N : Stay, please!

You said in a low, meek voice. His heart clenched at the sight of you so sad and troubled.

Tom : I'm right here, sweetheart.

He said and sat back down on the bed and once he was one hundred percent sure that you're back in your slumber , he got up and laid on the couch in the room . Just in case you get another nightmare, though he sincerely hoped you don't .

He had to admit ,this nightmare got him wondering that what so bad happened to you because of which you get those awful nightmares. He was pretty sure about the fact that they're connected.

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You woke up by your mobile alarm, only to find ,Tom, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Always a gentleman. You didn't exactly remember what happened last night....but he was there with you,that much you could recall. You felt a bit bashful, now that you think of it ....he was your professor afterall 🤷🏻.

There was a text from Y/B/F/N....

" Hey!! I'll be staying at Jungkook's ..."

"Hey! Amazing!Sorry for replying late, At Tom's ..... 😅". You replied

You got up , as quietly as you could, didn't want to wake your professor up from his deep, peaceful slumber . As you tip-toed your way towards the door, you decided to make some breakfast for you two . So, you went down to the kitchen and started cooking.

You decided to make a proper English Breakfast with a cup of Earl grey. Humming a tune to yourself , you started cooking.

*After 20 minutes*

You felt a pair of hands on your waist and if it wasn't for the fact that you could recognise him just by his scent you'd have beaten the man up . 😅 Just a reflex after that incident because of which you get the nightmares.

"Good morning, darling!" You heard Tom's angelic voice, it sounded deeper as he just woke up.

He placed a kiss on your neck which made you smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart! Breakfast is almost done!"

His heart skipped a beat at the name , you never call him that.

"Mmmm.....I can already smell the delicacy you're whipping up ! What's on the menu?" " Classic english breakfast with a cup of your favourite Earl Grey tea !" you replied. "That sounds wonderful!! Let me help you set the table!" he offered politely. "Sure, thanks!"

As he helped you set the table up, you plated the breakfast.

"Bon appétit !!"

A contented moan escaped his lips as he took the first bite and hell if you wouldn't kill to hear that sound again....

" Mmmm ....you are an amazing cook , darling!! It's the best breakfast I've ever had! Scrumptious!!" He praised you with a heart warming smile.

" I'm glad you like it, Tom !! But hey - you yourself are a great cook !" you said . "Not as good as you!" He protested "Oh, come on!" you chuckled , a blush rising up your cheeks.

"Holy Shit!!! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE !!!!!" you said as you looked at the time. "Late to what, darling?" He said, totally clueless. "COLLEGE!" You replied. For some reason, he started laughing. " Why . Are. You. Laughing. Tom !!????" Somehow, this made him laugh even harder. " You didn't check the emails , did you?? " He said.

As you picked up the phone, you saw an email from your college informing that all the classes are cancelled for this week. "Ohh.......... sorry" you said , completely crimson from blushing. "It's perfectly fine, dear! Plus, do you know that you look cute when you're angry?"

This made you blush even harder, if that was possible......."Come on !!!" you said.."I'm merely stating what's true" said he . This made you chuckle, "Thank you, sweetheart!"

*After the breakfast*

"Y/N ??" He said while you were making a presentation on your laptop for a project ...so, you hummed in response. "Uhh.... If you don't mind me asking......" he trailed off, so you looked him in the eye and asked - " What is it that's bothering you, Tom ?" " It's just.....last night......as you were having that nightmare, you were asking me to tell someone to stay away....... who's that ?" he inquired, his voice full of concern.

You felt like your heart has stopped beating, your face went pale and you started sweating. "Uhh..........unmm...I-I .......i-it....." you tried to say something but failed as you felt a lump in your throat.

"Hey - Hey , it's fine, darling! You don't need to tell me if it troubles you ! " He got up and brought some water for you . "Here, have some water " ......

"I'm so sorry for the sudden outburst..... it's just - " you tried to explain, only to be interrupted by him "It's okay sweetheart, you don't need to explain!" He softly stated. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked to distract you from that grief of the nightmare.

"Sure!" you said. Both of you then proceed towards the home theatre he had.

"Choose the genre, dear " he said. "Umm ....... what about a thriller or maybe even horror?" you suggested. "Up for a thrill , are we ?" said he .

You guys decided to go with "The Shining" a classic. He even made some popcorn and got a few cans of cold-drinks .

*Sometime into the movie*

You clutched onto Tom for dear life and hid your face against him as one of the scariest scenes came . The fact that you were watching it for the first time didn't help at all . "Do you want me to put something else?" He cooed slowly. "No, it's fine, thank you for asking!'

*After the movie*

"Good Lord , that was amazing, awfully scary.... but amazing!" You chimed in to which he chuckled, "I'm glad you like it, darling!" He said and kissed you on the cheeks which made you blush. You did not see that coming.

"Oh my ! It's 12:30pm !! I must go now!" you exclaimed. "Please stay for lunch..." said Tom. "Trust me, Tom ... I'd love to but I really have to go..." ofcourse, he did try to make you stay but you had to go .... " ........fine ! Let me drop you, at least!" "That would be a great help!" you said. " Oh come on, darling!"

*After the he dropped you off*

You were still sitting in his car , in front of your apartment...... which was apparently locked . Y/B/F/N must still be with JK.....

"Tom?" "Yes, darling.." "Would like to join me for lunch, please?" "I'd love to, darling, but as you know the weather conditions are rather.... harsh. I better get going before it gets worse." He said refering to the windy weather.. "But-" you were interrupted by his lips on yours ...."Some other day, darling, I promise" he said.

"Okay......." you said, not fully agreed. "Come on, like I said, it's a promise!" he said and chuckled. "Fine. I must go, then..." you replied. "What if you grab your essentials and stay at mine?" he suggested.

Chuckling, you said, "Tom, I..umm...you know, I....I can't...plus Y/B/F/N would be alone if I do so.... thanks though " you smiled ... "Okay......but text me if you need anything, no need to go out in this wheather" 'Okay, so it's official. He is the sweetest man in the universe.' you thought.

"You're so sweet !!!!!!!" you said, placing a kiss on his cheeks and you could swear you saw him blush. 'and the cutest too' you continued your previous thought.

"I'll get going, now . Bye, Tom" "Goodbye , darling!" You opened the gate of his car and stepped out, waving to him one last time before making your way towards the door of your apartment.

After a few minutes your best friend also returned.

"Y/N , I'm home !" she called out . "Oh, hey !! How did it go ?" you said. "AMAZING!!!!" She exclaimed. "Well, that's great. But I need the whole story" you said and chuckled. "Done!" said your best friend, chuckling.

The next few days went normally.

Time skip......

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*MONDAY*

You were qurrently getting ready for the classes and the first one was English.

Outfit of the day👆🏻

You paired your dress with a black overcoat as it was cold outside.

"Let's go, shall we?" you asked your best friend. "Totally" she replied.

On your way, you guys grabbed a cup of coffee and headed towards your destination...

English Lecture

You sitting on one of the front benches with your best friend. You both were a bit early so no one else was there yet .....as you took a sip of your coffee, you heard the door open and what you saw made you choke on your drink.....

"Good morning, professor" said your best friend. "Good morning, Miss Carter. Um, Y/N you okay?"

You could almost sense a smirk on his face at your obvious reaction.

Okay!? The man literally changed his hair colour and then he's asking you if you're 'okay' ? As if he wasn't already enough he had to change his hair to Black didn't he? And the cherry on top was the outfit he chose.....a blue knitted sweater with a pair of black slacks.

( they could've been a bit less 'tight')

Holy Fuck.

" Y-yes I'm good, thanks!" you reply not so 'swiftly' . "Oh, that's better"....

"Mornin', d- Miss Y/L/N" he said after a slightly awkward stop....and you could tell that Y/B/F/N was trying her best not to laugh, roll her eyes or even grin.

"Good morning, professor!" you said blushing

You couldn't have been more grateful for the lack of audience .

As the students started entering and the class begun, you tired your best to not be distracted by the new change.

*Later in Tom's office*

"You seem to like this, huh?" he said refering to his new hair colour which was totally unexpected as he was the ever subtle one.

"I-I.....uhh...." you were more blushing than talking, earning a chuckle from him.

"Don't worry darling, I won't bite...... unless you ask me to, ofcourse" he said with a smirk and you could swear he winked.

Ok, so now it's official. He is acting a bit different today. You quite liked it, tbh.

You gulped. You just gulped.

"Anyways, my beloved what are your plans for Christmas?" he asked switching the topic like a light switch. "Uh....umm..well, Y/B/F/N is going out with her family so I guess I'll have to either go with her or spend it alone"

"You're not spending it with your family?" he asked "I never met my actual parents.....my aunt brought me up and she too passed a few years ago" you said, tears welling in your eyes but you quickly hide them. "...... I'm so sorry...... What if you stay with me?For Christmas?" he asked "Um...I beg your pardon"

"How about you spend Christmas with me?"

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A/N : Hey mortals!! I know this chapter is a bit short.... sorry....I have a news for you guys,I won't be writing or posting anything for the next one month as I have a lot to work on...... again, I apologise.

Taglist: @holdmytesseract @dishahaldar @lotsoflokilove23 @jennyggggrrr @imlokisgloriouspurpose

[potatomountain]

“Bad Week” -Yunho Comfort

Synopsis: after a bad week, and mother nature hitting, you try to deal with it yourself only for your ever attentive and loving boyfriend to catch on <3

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

word count: 2.2k

pairing: Nonidol!Yunho x (afab)reader

A/N: I decided to also do a wee bit of SMAU here or idk, just some fake texting <3 so any feedback is appreciated!!

tags: @candypop1611 @hwaightme-recs @justhere4kpop​ @layzfeelit​

You wish you could chalk up the whole week to nerves or stress, maybe even blame it on mother nature who reared her ugly head in the middle of your work shift: but that would be a lie. Simply too much happened, and you brushed each thing off with a simple "it's fine, I can handle it."

Things had always been tough since Covid struck, but you got through it. It hadn't helped you had moved to Seoul just before Covid, making adjusting to the large city harsher than you had expected, but because it had been so hard you had started working at a nearby arcade right after quarantine. Not many people would come in, there was still a pandemic going on, but your now boyfriend was a regular.

Over a year with him and despite the struggles he made it the best year of your life, that didn't mean he had to fix all your bad days. Grudgingly you moved through your apartment, looking for your heating pad as your lower abdomen twisted with pain sharp enough you felt bile rise in your throat. Yet you couldn't find it anywhere.

So it was going to be that kind of day.

Frustrated, you messaged your boyfriend, looking just where he had said a moment later. Your frustration spilled over with red cheeks, grabbing the pad and heading to your room with every intention of just curling in a ball and playing Minecraft, such an easy and mind-numbing game it'll be fine.

Accept it wasn't. You told Yunho he didn't need to come, that you would be fine, but as he announced he was on his way any reply died on your fingertips as an email flashed across your screen.

One click and your shoulders dropped further. "Another one…" this was the third gaming company to deny your application this week. It was a far shot to begin with, with nothing but your degree under your belt and the arcade your current job- well it wouldn't be at the end of this week.

Just a week ago you were given the news that this coming Sunday was the last day the arcade would be open, the owners wanting to cut their losses from Covid and sold it to some other company. You didn't know what company but you knew they were getting rid of the arcade, and in turn your place of work. You hadn't told Yunho yet, holding onto a small bit of hope you would have a new job by Sunday and that instead of the depressing news you could celebrate with him.

As you curled into your desk chair in sweats and one of Yunho's shirts hanging over your frame, heating pad over your stomach and blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, you knew you were going to have to tell him. As no job meant no money, which meant no rent-

You cut the thought off, starting up your pc you built yourself, watching the three monitors come to life. Games were your passion, playing and making them, so computers and game systems were a second passion by association. You just weren't confident you were any good at it, the recent rejection email solidifying that in your heart a bit more.

You had just started building your starter base for the new game you started when you heard your front door, knowing Yunho was being true to your word but you just didn't have the energy to get up- or call out.

"CUPCAKE I'M HERE WITH CHOCOLATE!" You could hear him setting down bags, moving around the kitchen, only to pause when you didn't respond. "Cupcake?"

Footsteps and then the bedroom door was open, Yunho's tall frame leaning in and blocking most of the light from the hall filtering into the dark room.  You looked up and gave your best reassuring smile, but you could tell it didn't work. "Hey Yuyu bear, what about game night? Yeosang was looking forward to it, wasn't he?" It also might have just been the fact it was his turn to order the take out.

Yunho covered the distance between you two with ease, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. "He'll have his chicken, and I convinced Mingi to take my spot- my baby needs me so of course this is where I should be."

"I'm fine-" Your immediate protest was cut off by his finger against your lips.

"Nu-uh, you only play minecraft when you aren't. And not just because of mother nature either." He turned the chair so you had no choice but to face him, his hand moving from your lips to cup the side of your face. "So movies or funny youtube compilations? Markiplier has a new video we can watch, or we can watch the guys' stream and watch Mingi epically fail? And of course with all the cuddles and snacks and chocolate!"

Yunho refrained from asking what's wrong but you could see the question in his searching eyes. Here he was ready to shower you with care, affection, and just overall baby you all night just because you needed it, no questions really needed asked. Yet you felt the need to tell him, just not yet, right now you wanted nothing more than to accept the comfort he was offering.

"I'd love that Yuyu… but I don't want to move." You whined, reaching up and placing your hands around his wrist, leaning into his palm.

"That's fine I can carry you." He was smiling so sweetly. "Save your game and shut it down, I'll go set everything up. Are we watching the guys?"

You nodded, watching him run off before saving and shutting down the computer. Moments later, after he took your heating pad, Yunho was picking you up bridal style in your bundle of blankets and carrying you down the hall. The lights were low, coffee table covered with your favorite snacks and drinks and candies, the bear Yunho had bought you for your birthday sat on one end of the couch with the heating pad in the middle where he set you down.

Several more moments, the stream playing on the TV already, and you were copied into his side with the bear on your other, snack in hand and laughing at something Yeosang was scolding Mingi for in the stream.  "They just started and Mingi is already getting on Yeosang's nerves." Yunho tsked, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "Tell me if you need anything, cupcake."

"Just you…" We settled together in comfort, eyes on the screen. He got more and more vocal as we relaxed, pointing out Mingi's mistakes and laughing as Yeosang roasted him, reading the comments as Yeosang was a big streamer anyways.

It was only when he finally addressed several comments asking where Yunho was, that your lightened mood plummeted once more. Right, he should be with them.

Your ever attentive boyfriend noticed, especially when you tried to shift away. "Cupcake… are you ready to talk?"

You weren't sure if it was the sweet understanding tone of his voice or the way he pulled you up into his arms and tilted your head back that did it, but when your eyes finally met his softened ones, the tears started. "I'm sorry- you're missing out on your friends because of me. Because I can't keep my shit together-"

"Hey. Hey hey hey none of that!" He stopped your ramblings with his thumb over your lips, only to push it gently over your cheek and wipe away your tears. "You are entitled to your breakdowns and sad days, and even if it's just a break day, you don't need to force yourself to be happy. Please don't do that for my sake either."

"But-"

"No buts, at least not those buts." He leaned down, pressing a few kisses along your brow. "I love you, on your good and bad and ugly days equally- in fact I want to love you more on days like this. You do that for me all the time. When I have a particularly complicated student that frustrates me or takes up more of my energy than usual, or have to deal with parents- or when everyone is being chaotic back at my house. You know living with three other men is no fun. Wooyoung alone can get on all of our nerves."

He kissed away each and every tear he didn't wipe away, holding you so close in his embrace it was hard not to feel safe and secure. That was the thing with Yunho, he really was like a big teddy bear. "No wonder Hongjoong moved out as soon as he could, despite the blow to Hwa's sanity."

"I'm surprised Seonghwa didn't leave with him- but that's not the point right now, you are and how much I love you. How much you do for me, how much you keep me sane and happy and help me. I want to do the same for you, but I can't if you won't tell me what's got you so down." He nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head now that your tears had slowed some, your hands gripping his shoulders as he held you closer.

"It's just…" Sighing, you knew he had a point, and you couldn't say no or keep anything from your love. "The arcade closes permanently this Sunday and I don't think I'm cut out to be a game developer. I haven't finished my solo project and I got my third rejection email this week… if I can't find another job, I don't know what I'm going to do- games are my life I-" You broke off on a choked sob, turning your head to cry into his shirt now that you have finally spoken your fears.

He held you tighter, muttering sweet words of comfort and urging you to let it all out. "It's okay, I'm here for you, cry all you want Darling. I got you. I always got you." His words just had you crying harder; why didn't you come to him sooner? Your sweet Yunho.

He didn't sound aggravated or annoyed with you once as you cried for who knows how long, in fact he teared up himself, berating himself for not noticing sooner and not taking care of you properly. This wasn't just a little something, this was a big change and he felt horrible that you felt like you couldn't come and talk to him about it just because it wasn't a good change. 

He racked his brain for a solution, for anything he could do to help and make it up to you, as a partner not just as someone in love with you. And finally, when your sobs died to quiet muffles, he spoke. "Don't get another job right now, why don't you focus on your game?"

Your head flew back to stay up at him wide eyed, shocked he would even suggest it. "I don't have a way to pay my bills, Yunho! I can't just-"

"I'll pay them. In fact, let me move in with you. I want to be with you, and I'm here so often anyways… I want to wake up to you and go to sleep with you every day. I want to take care of you, for as long as you'll have me." He smiled down at you, his sweet smile you adored with nothing but love and adoration in his gaze as he once more wiped your tears away. "So? What do you say, cupcake? Me, you, this apartment? I can afford to pay for it and take care of us both while you finish up- I promise."

You wanted to protest, not wanting to put all that weight on his shoulders, but you knew Yunho had been saving for his own place already- and you very much liked the idea of living with him. "I love you, you know that?"

"Mmm yes, but I can never get tired of hearing it." He nuzzled his nose against yours before placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, let me take care of you. Let me support you and love you unconditionally in these apartment walls- come on, let me in."

You knew he meant more than just physically letting him into the apartment by those words, your heart softening further. "On one condition." You pressed closer, arms locking around his shoulders. Neither of you noticed the stream was over. 

"Name it. "

"You have to be the first to play my game when I finish it."

He gasped against your lips, holding you tighter in a bundle in his arms. "I thought that was already the plan!"

"Admit it, that's the real reason you want to move in- you want to play it sooner."

He chuckled, trailing kisses all over your face. "Caught red handed- I wanted bragging rights to be the first to play the next best game to exist; aside from the fact that my genius Cupcake is the one who built it."

Laughing at the assault of his kisses you could only accept. Just like that, a bad week, turned into the best week.

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 2

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"Have you texted him yet?"

"Text who?"

"Mason, of course!"

"Why would I do that?"

"He gave you his number over Christmas, and we are half way January. You should have texted him already" my sister Monica says.

"But I don't want to text him. I already told you I don't like him."

"Whatever" she says, rolling her eyes.

"If you are so interested on him, why don't you text him?"

"Because he is interested on you, not me. And besides, he is too young for me."

"And for me."

"Oh, c'mon. He's just a couple of years younger than yourself."

"Sometimes that's enough" I shrug.

"Where is his card?"

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I think it is on the bag I took to the game, but I haven't checked."

"You are the worst" Monica says, getting up from the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

"To your room, to find that card and make you text him."

"What? No!" I say, following her. 

"God, your wardrobe is a mess" she says once we are on my room.

"Monica..."

"Oh, here it is. Mason Mount" she reads. "You also have his business email."

"One I'm not interested in either."

"Yeah, yeah" she says, taking out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving his number just in case."

"No, give me that!" I say, trying to take the phone and the card from her hands.

"No!"

"Monica!"

"No!" 

"Give me that!" I say, managing to get the card from her, but tearing it in half.

"Look at what you've done, you idiot!"

"It probably is for the best."

"Urgh!" my sister grunts. "Now a couple of numbers are missing."

"You can always spend your afternoon texting all the possible combinations" I shrug.

"You are gonna regret this. You'll see" she says, leaving my room.

"I will not, Monica. You'll see" I reply.

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"Looks like Mount already replaced you."

"Uh?"

"Look at this" my sister says, showing me her phone. "They are saying he's seeing that girl."

"God, he has such bad taste."

"I know, he liked you" Monica says with a big smile.

"You are so funny. But good for him."

"Really? Aren’t you regretting rnot texting him?"

"No, I don't" I say. But I gotta admit that over the past few months, I've been tempted to try and get his number from the card and text him something. Because I have kept the card, though my sister doesn't know. 

"Anyway, have to go back to what I was supposed to be doing: getting Lola tickets for Chelsea's last game of the season. If you were dating Mason, I could ask him for them. But oh, well..." she says, making me roll my eyes. 

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"Auntie, are you sure you don't want to come?" Lola says, hugging me by the waist.

"100%."

"But you still have your Mount shirt!"

"I do, yes.” For whatever the reason, I've kept his shirt. It is on a bag at the back of my wardrobe, but it is there.

"Why don’t you want to wear it and come to the game with us?" she pouts.

"I’m really tired from my shift today at the bookshop and my head is starting to hurt."

"I'll miss you."

"I won't" my dad says behind us. "Watching football with you is the worst, you are always complaining about something."

"I love you too, dad" I smile.

"Ok, are we all ready?" my sister says.

"We are" he replies.

"Then let's go, the traffic is gonna be a nightmare."

"Promise that you will at least watch it to see if we are on tv" Lola says before letting me go.

"I will, I promise" I say, giving her a little squeeze.

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"Oh, shit, there they are!" I say, quickly grabbing my phone to take a photo of the tv, Lola and my dad singing with the rest of the fans. But when I finally manage to do it, I take a photo of someone else. Of Mason. "Urgh" I complain while looking at the photo, which happens to be a really good one. You can see how nice his hair looks, how fluffy and... "No" I say to myself. "Do not go there. You don't like him, you can't think those things about him." 

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"Auntie!" Lola says, running towards me when she comes back home. "You won't believe what happened!"

"You were on tv!"

"We were?"

"Yes, you and grandad."

"Did we look good?" he asks.

"Gorgeous" I laugh. "But I didn't manage to get a photo. Sorry."

"It's ok, auntie. Because look who took a photo with me!" Lola says, showing me her phone.

There he is, with that big smile of his, his dimple, and the fluffy hair. Mason.

"How did you manage to get a photo with him?"

"He recognized her on the stands" my sister says.

"Isn't that cool?" Lola grins.

"Really cool, yeah."

"He was so nice, asking about how we were doing, if we had enjoyed the game... But I'm sorry, sis" Monica says once Lola and my dad have left for the kitchen. "He didn't ask about you."

"Why would he?" I ask.

"Yes, why would he" she repeats, leaving me alone with a weird feeling on my stomach. Something like... Disappointment? Why would I be disappointed? I don’t like Mason. I don’t hate him anymore after getting to meet him a bit, but I don’t like him. And he has moved on and is seeing someone. He has forgotten about me. Which is what I wanted, right? Right?

"Urgh" I say to myself before following everyone else into the kitchen.

[lemoncrushh]

a sad little life update...

hi friends. I know Tumblr isn't always the best place to post about personal shit, but I feel the need to let some things out, and if you wondered why I've been MIA...

a few weeks ago, I got fired from my job. it was a sucky job, I didn't really like it, but it was close to where I live and it had health insurance. I'd only been there since January. the ironic thing is it was a mental health treatment center. but the owner didn't give a shit about the mental health of his own employees. he just wanted to make money. I ended up sending a long email about how I felt working there and what I was unhappy with (I won't go into those details here). a week later the HR lady told me they were letting me go. not the boss. not my supervisor. nobody else talked to me.

in the meantime (actually the day before), I had reconnected through Facebook with an old high school boyfriend. we exchanged numbers and chatted every day. he had been going through his own shit, but had a new outlook on life, positivity and all that. so he told me he wanted to help me. he lives three hours from me, and he even offered to let me live with him and get a job there. so anyway, he invited me to come visit for a weekend, and I was so excited. although we both agreed not to have any expectations (just see how it goes), we flirted all the time. for the first time in a really long time, I was feeling happy.

when I got to his place, I didn't notice the change at first. but that night he pretty much rejected me. we kissed, but he said we shouldn't "do anything reckless." I was like what?? I let it go because I knew he was tired (he works nights and had been killing it all week). the next day, although he wasn't really standoffish, I kept getting the feeling he was entering the friend zone. that night, he rejected me again (gave me some lame friend excuse), and I cried my eyes out. the next morning he asked if we were okay, but I told him I didn't know. honestly, I couldn't even look at him knowing he didn't want me. so I left. I cried almost the whole way home.

he'd told me to text him when I got home, so I did. but he didn't reply. I kept texting him, but I got nothing. when I finally heard from him, he said he was "giving me space". I told him I didn't want space, I wanted to talk. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for leaving, or at himself for rejecting me, but I think it's the latter. we had even had a discussion at his place about how I hate when guys ghost me. but that's exactly what he's doing. he told me he was "attracted to my heart and my mind", something about my potential. That was over a week ago. Last Wednesday is the last time I heard from him. I'd asked him what I could do to make things better. he said to let him finish his day and catch up on what I wrote. he has not texted me since, even though I've sent a few more messages.

I feel so pathetic. if it was just some random guy, I probably would have just shaken it off and moved on. but because we had history, and because he'd seemed so adamant (and excited) about helping me, I just feel so lost and confused. my heart hurts so bad. some days are worse than others. today was the worst because I went back and read some of our old conversations. how could he say those things and then take it all back?

when he knew me before, I barely weighed 100 pounds. I have gained another 80 since then. I told him I was fat. he argued I wasn't. but I think once he saw me in person he was disappointed. he was probably trying to let me down easy, hoping we could still be friends. but it ended up biting him in the ass because I got upset and called him on it. he's choosing to ignore me rather than admit the truth because then he'd be the asshole. that is the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me.

anyway, sorry for the rambling. in the meantime, I'm still living at my ex's house, still trying to find a job. I'm still waiting for my bankruptcy to be filed (just a couple things left to do, but it's taking forever), and I have no money.

because of all this shit, I have had no motivation to do any writing, or even reading. I'm so sorry. I just can't even bring myself to think about it.

rejection seems to be following me everywhere. in my teens, I was always rejected by guys I liked because I was a virgin and they didn't wanna be my first. when I finally found someone, he rejected me a week later to go back to his ex. my own ex husband didn't wanna marry me at first. now that I'm older, men don't want me because of my age or my body. I get rejected for jobs because I don't have a four year degree or the experience they want or I'm too old. I've never been anyone's favorite. never been anyone's first choice.

I had really hoped this old boyfriend connection was kismet. that we had come full circle and were supposed to help each other (even though I never believed in that sort of thing before). I'm so heartbroken :(. it hurts.

[cherienymphe]

I had the death anniversary of my mom this February and it was a lot harder to deal with this year than previously and I fell behind in my coursework and didn’t attend my classes so I went to a counseling session at my university and we talked about it and she recommended I email my professors and just let them know what had happened so that’s what I did and I’m just hoping they’ll give me the opportunity to still submit the work even if it’s not for full credit because if not I’m going to have to drop 2 out 4 courses which is alot and I’m just impatiently waiting for a response back and am extremely nervous about what they could reply

If you have any advice with dealing grief or finding motivation for school I will take it because I am so lost on my emotions

Sorry for the absence of punctuation I write these as if I’m sending a text message

Oof I'm not the best with grief. I haven't dealt with heavy grief in literal decades atp and even then, I was too young to remember it fully even though my mom remembers it for me. I think I'm broken but anywho my best advice would be to just let yourself feel it. Grief is one of those things I don't think you can emotionally regulate and "therapy session" your way out of feeling. It does help to talk about it or write about it but it's definitely one of those things I don't think you can go around or bypass. You just have to go through it and let yourself be sad. Especially since it's your mom it's a sadness you have to learn to live with and accept. Like yes I'm doing my homework and I'm sad. Yes I'm cleaning the house and I'm sad. Yes I'm cooking and I'm sad. Take breaks when it gets really bad of course but it's a thing I think you'll really have to learn to be okay with feeling. Sad and productive basically until it's not as heavy