#tysm for your ask 💕💕

[heartnosekid]

hello, here are some of my favorite photos of my Bernese mountain dog puppy named Summer <333

also, one thing nice that’s happened to me lately is that I went on a trip to Italy and tried a lot of new foods and drinks!! it may not seem that significant on the surface level, but I’ve been really struggling with food issues lately and I’ve always been terrified of trying new things, so I’m incredibly proud of myself for how brave I’ve been <3 I even found some new things that I actually enjoy, which is incredibly rare for me!!

I truly hope that you feel better soon, and I wish you the best. But more importantly I humbly ask that you take good care of yourself even if you aren’t feeling well, and that you eat well <33 I am manifesting piles of your favorite safe foods on your plate 🙏

oh my gosh…. ;-; i cannot tell you how much this ask means to me.

first of all, LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL BABY!!! summer looks so huggable and soft and sweet, my goodness give them a big ole scritch from me 💕

omg italy!!!! italy is one of the locations i have always wanted to visit so badly! and that is totally significant, i completely understand how it is to struggle with food issues (i currently am having some of the worst food issues i’ve had in my whole life) and i am so happy for you that you had positive food experiences!!! i am also incredibly proud of you 💕

thank you so so much for the well wishes 🥹 this is genuinely so kind and sweet of you to say. i have been super sick the past week and a half now and haven’t been able to eat very much or take care of myself, and it really helps to hear your manifestations for my favorite safe foods, i wish the absolute same to you friend ^^ again thank you so much and i hope you have a lovely day and upcoming weekend 💕

[thee-morrigan]

Happy Valentine’s Day 💕

Your writing has always been a treat to read, but getting to follow Holland and Nate in ‘attachment theory’ has been one of my highlights of the previous year. Thank you for sharing your beautiful stories with us.

If you feel like answering (no pressure): What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic? Does their LI agree?

Wishing you a lovely day filled with lots of love!

Ahhh happy Valentine’s Day to you too!! 💖🥰 This is such a lovely message, and knowing that attachment theory has been a highlight for you makes my heart so full. Thank you for reading and for being here, sweet friend!!💕

And ooooh, I love this question! Something unconventional that Holland finds romantic? Honestly, I think she has a real soft spot for being known in all the little ways—like, not just the big sweeping gestures, but when someone quietly remembers something about her, even if she never made a big deal of it. Someone handing her her coffee exactly the way she likes it without asking, or keeping track of what songs she hums when she’s distracted. Stuff like that absolutely wrecks her (though god forbid she admit it out loud lol).

As for whether Nate agrees—oh, absolutely. If anything, that’s his whole approach to love: a constant, quiet noticing. (And also like, let's be real: that man can probably find romance in anything.) It’s a language they both speak fluently, even when Holland’s still pretending not to understand it. 😌

And as my valentine to you, lovely anon, I also wrote a quick AT-verse ficlet of Holland and Nate's first v-day together, below the cut~

(no spoilers, set after the events of the main story)

sugar on the rim

February, Next Year The restaurant was crowded and warm, the low murmur of voices and clinking of silverware on plates mingling with the soft strains of violin music filtering out from the bar area and through the dining room. The lights had been dimmed, and there were candles on each table, the glow from them flickering in time with the music that seemed to grow quieter by the minute. It was, in every way, exactly the sort of place that Holland would have hated under any other circumstances.

It was a place to be seen. Somewhere you'd go with someone you wanted — or were obliged — to impress. A place for important business deals or milestone celebrations. Not the kind of restaurant anyone went to just for the hell of it, or simply because the food was good. (Even though the food had been excellent.)

And it was also, very pointedly, a place to go with a date. Which was why they were there, of course. It was Valentine's Day, after all.

Which, ordinarily, was the sort of thing that would have made Holland want to bolt, if not for the fact that Nate looked so damned pleased about the entire affair. He'd been so eager, when he'd suggested this, to make sure she knew he understood that she was, as he’d put it, "not the biggest fan of the whole production.” That he'd be just as happy to stay at home with her. But there'd been a look in his eyes that had given him away, a sort of wistful hopefulness that had made her chest ache, just a little.

She could never have denied him anything, anyway.

And so far, things hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd anticipated they'd be. In fact, it had ended up being...nice, even. She hadn't expected to have such a good time, but she had. The company had been excellent, as always, and Nate had seemed so delighted to be there, and even the little touches — the music, the candles, the wine — had somehow managed not to seem too overdone. Too much, for a night that she hadn't wanted to make anything out of in the first place.

It had all been...well, kind of perfect, really. Almost annoyingly so, if she could have summoned the slightest bit of irritation or impatience or cynicism about the whole thing.

Instead, Holland found that she couldn't even muster the desire to be cynical about the whole saccharine affair. Because she wasn't, not really. Not about this.

Not about him.

She watched the candlelight dance in his eyes, flickering as he studied her, a smile curving up the corner of his mouth.

"You're quiet," he observed. He was smiling, but his voice held a note of hesitation, something like worry or apprehension coloring the edges of his words.

He was right. She had been quiet. Maybe too quiet. She'd gotten a little lost in her thoughts, and now he was looking at her, that crease in his forehead, a little uncertainty in his eyes, like there was something on the tip of his tongue that he was a little afraid to ask.

So she offered him a reassuring smile, trying to brush away the concern in his expression, wanting to see that easy, comfortable smile of his again. "Just thinking," she said.

"Oh?" That crease in his forehead hadn't disappeared, his gaze still intent, still searching her face, a question in his eyes. "About what?"

She could have lied, she supposed. Could have said something glib or snarky, a joke or quip to try and lighten the mood. Something that would have given him an out, an opportunity to brush off the worry that she could see in his face. Something that would have let them both skirt around the question that she knew was really on his mind.

But she didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked at him, and said: "How happy I am."

She watched the candlelight flicker in his eyes, watched his smile grow slowly. Watched him relax, the tension leaving his body as his shoulders dropped and his expression softened and warmed.

"Yeah?" He sounded pleased.

A blush warmed her face. A tiny smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "Yeah," she said, letting that tiny smile spread into a full one. "Are you happy?"

"Always."

"That's a lie." But she was smiling when she said it. "And not even a good one."

He laughed, the sound rich and warm and intimate. The way the sound made her feel...

(It made her want to bury her face in her hands. It was ridiculous, how much he made her want.)

"I'm happy when I'm with you," he amended.

"Better," she said softly. "Still a little schmaltzy for my taste, but..."

He arched a brow, still smiling. "Too much?" There was a hint of concern there, an apology lingering in the subtext, ready to be said out loud if needed, the barest tinge of uncertainty and hesitation and something very, very Nate — the sense of worry over having maybe gone a step too far.

(Sweet. Nervous. And oh so achingly, profoundly endearing. Like he always was.)

And she thought: No such thing as too much, with you.

She didn't say that. Instead, she gave a small, amused shrug. "It's fine."

Nate's grin widened. "Just fine, hm?"

She lifted a shoulder again. "Eh." But her eyes were soft, her mouth quirking into another smile. "Maybe a little more than 'fine.'"

He laughed again.

(She thought she could live in the sound of his laugh.)

Nate leaned back in his chair, his expression fond, gaze warm and soft, the tension in his shoulders eased now. He seemed...contented. At ease. Happy.

"Thank you," he said.

"For?"

"For coming with me tonight. And for..." He waved a hand, gesturing vaguely. "Being here. Doing this. I know it's not your favorite holiday."

"It's fine," she said again. And then, softer, with another small shrug: "I like making you happy."

He gave her a look that was so tender and affectionate it made her chest tighten. "I am," he said quietly. "I really, really am."

[peskypawz]

Hi!!! Im a big fan of your drawings and how quickly you can change your art style! I especially love the way you draw on paper <3 here have this surprise gift from me!!! + normal version

what!!!! OMG!!!! this is SO SO CUTE AND COOL!!! thank you so so so very berry much!!! 🥺🥰😭💕💖💜💘💝🩷💜

[mobius-m-mobius]

🫂

[cutebendy]

I love your bendy art so much I just wanna squish him asldkfj

I have an emojie for this :D

[silverview]

I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your notice but I was just rewatching the high school reunion eps and Charlie is the one who argues that Dee deserves a place on the freight train after the guys tell her to get lost 😭😭😭 something about how the freight train never denied a loser in need? He genuinely likes herrrr….. anyway that’s it that’s the ask

thank you SO much for this ask....not only are you so fucking right but you've also set off a HUGE avalanche of feelings about their interactions in these episodes. it is doing SO MUCH with their attitudes to each other & to social status & how those things intersect

(don't even get me started on this bit ^ the way it instantly communicates that charlie not only understands the importance of the social hierarchy & knows his exact place within it, but also accepts it as just. a fact of nature. addresses it openly, frankly & straightforwardly. he is so aware of & so resigned to his place in the world dude it fucking kills me. it's so much sadder than if he was oblivious or delusional about it. he started internalising this shit from the moment he was born anyways)

dee & charlie are the only ones in the gang who display this ^ kind of desperate, sycophantic admiration for the cool kids. it's the same desire to fit in that drives them both every day in their normal interactions with the gang. and they both get it. charlie understands & accepts what's driving dee to bully him, because it's the same thing that normally drives him to bully her

and then when she wants to join the freight train!!! god thank you for drawing my attention back to this moment. first off, he simply wants her around bc he genuinely does just enjoy her company. secondly, he's taking pity on her bc as discussed, he knows they suffer from the same sickness

and thirdly, there is a dash of something more uh...let's say more selfish in his motivations here, too

if you look at the 'initiation' scene, mac & frank are visibly laughing – charlie isn't, though it does seem like he's enjoying it. possibly taking it slightly more seriously than the others. mac & frank are having fun torturing dee in a very surface-level way, while charlie is getting some deeper psychological satisfaction out of bringing her back down to his level

as for this exchange which ends with them just wordlessly staring at each other......

this is just sexual behaviour idc idc!! this is charlie being jealous of both dee and adriano!!! partly disappointed that they're not gonna bang, partly smug about it

like, this is lowkey possessive behaviour. they are back on the bottom together again.

[kybelles]

“any setting where laurent is downright cold and rude towards damen FOR NO APPARENT REASON and yet damen is still obsessed with him, again for some mysterious reason??”

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK. it upsets me so much when people claim that Damen had the hots for Laurent since book 1 ?? the man whipped him to death and got him raped but nooo dumb barbaric Damen loved to be walked on ?? lol sure my man was horny but did we read the same book ? He only gave Laurent the time of his day cause he connected with him at some emotional level in PG does no one remember when Damen said that Laurent looked spoiled and that he didn’t need protection in PG ? They love to downplay Damen’s trauma because he doesn’t admit it out loud to himself that’s why i don’t like fics where Laurent is playing hard to get because Laurent “i would have been trailing around tugging on your sleeve to get a look in edgewise” of Vere wouldn’t even imagine playing hard to get in his lil fantasy scenario i love Laurent as much as Damen but people love to overlook Damen’s trauma in Arles just because he is beefy and strong doesn’t mean he can’t be traumatized

BESTIE THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE MESSAGE!! it’s literally so bizarre to me that so many ppl believe laurent could act as cruel and nasty as he wants towards damen and damen would still pine/lust after him constantly despite this is how damen saw laurent in book 1:

and you’re also so spot on about damen’s trauma being overlooked! there’s this inclination on denying damen his dignity and not holding laurent accountable in any way bc so often people argue on and on about laurent’s actions stemming from his trauma and therefore we should excuse him which always makes me go???? (i kindaaaa suspect someone made snarky posts about this the first time i brought a similar point up but there’s no way i’m opening that can of worms) don’t get me wrong, i’m definitely aware the trauma laurent experienced from his csa was the main cause of his actions towards damen but this observation is immediately followed by a subtle “so yeah that’s why he’s innocent <33” and THAT is the part i cannot stomach. the CAUSE of his actions cannot be an EXCUSE. nothing you experienced can justify throwing someone into a rape ring and i cannot believe this even needs to be said.

lastly i believe this is about the fifth time i recced this fic but please read be a god (and hold me with a charm) if you enjoy laurent sweetly pining after damen 🥹 i have such a deep admiration for forthelongesttime’s characterization!

[rebornofstars]

I noticed that you asked lots about people about the top five things… but you never did it yourself!

So, I’m asking you to publicly say five things you like about yourself!!

i did !!!! i promise i did 😅 that's what started this whole avalanche!! you can find the original here!

i have been uno-reversed on this game as well by the wonderful @rosehipandroots... but i think i'll wait another month to respond to that one, because i've already bothered everyone on my followers list a lot recently 💛

[nulltune]

&&. @wildwoof has been roped into will now play a game !

Looks between her, the box, and back at her again. "Why the hell ya make a questionnaire? Just 'cause it's gotten close... ya got some kinda curiosity bug or somethin'? Ain't ya gettin' a bit personal?" [I'll bite for giggles but I'm mobile atm akfjskfksk so just replying now & I'll get ya later!]

the box  —  decorated with cheap markers and colored paper,  it appears not unlike a grade - schooler's craft  —  is slightly raised upwards to him,  a subtle action to encourage his participance in this activity.       ❛   it's not a questionnaire,  though,  a survey isn't the apt term either.  ah,  well.  think of it as ...  a game ?   ❜       a nod to herself.  mm,  let's call it that.       ❛   how personal something is is subjective,  no ?   but i wouldn't be so cruel as to force you to answer.   ❜       in a subtly teasing - slash - egging tone,  then.       ❛   feel free to refuse an answer if a question is too embarrassing,  oogami.   ❜      

she is,  indeed,  very curious.  and before he could get a response in,  takes that silence as a yes !   fishing out a card from the box,  it is silently read to herself,  before opened and shown to the other.       ❛   are you someone who prefers to stay quiet about your relationships,  or do you want everyone to know ?   ❜       thoughtful hum.       ❛   rather than personal,  this might be a tough question to ask an idol,  huh ...   ❜ 

[thebrandywine]

More for the ask game!! Hmm, how about...3, 9, 15, 17 and 18! =D

Rubs my grubby little authorial hands together--

3. My favorite fic that I've written so far... is a tie! I really love M&YMT, but I also have a very soft spot for a vignettes fic I've written for the [instrumental] series, which has yet to be posted (EVEN THOUGH I WANT TO POST IT SO BAD)

9. Usually I at least pick at my writing every day! I have a 10-month position for my grown up job, so I have two months off right now to write as much as I want-- haven't written yet today, though, because I only just finished my coffee 😅

15. I don't name chapters because I'm lazy but fic titles are a whole thing. For the [like classical music] and [instrumental] serieses (??), I picked a song for the ~vibe~ to help me write and then I just used it as a title, too. The others are sort of a toss up! Sometimes a song, sometimes just an applicable phrase :)

17. I learned a little bit about oil rigs while writing [in the shadow of ghosts]! Truly knew absolutely nothing about them or how they worked, so I had to learn about the different types and how spars work and all kinds of nonsense. Then I looked up their ambient noise to see if the spook factor was right. It was neat!

18. Favorite lines, huh? Woof. Let's see here.

▪︎ "I thought you were scared of marriage."/"I am. But I'm not scared of you." - [beginning to end: act ii]

▪︎ His eyes aren’t working and his ears can’t make sense of the words, but Leon knows it’s him. Chris is here. Chris will make sure he’s okay. - [forsaken]

How about some fave lines from to-be-posted fics, too? ;)

▪︎ He only knows that he's cold when she touches him. - part 6 of [instrumental] because Ha Ha. Ouch.

▪︎ What he really means is 'I never thought I'd live this long,' but he doesn't need to be that explicit for Piers to pick up on it. - ch 5 of M&YMT because HA HA. OUCH.

Okay I have to stop with the fave lines or I'll go on forever sjbdijs

[larz-barz]

I LOCE YOU YOURE AMAZINg!!!! 💙💙✨️✨️✨️

AJDHSHDHSBD I LOVE YOU TOOOO, THANK YOU SO MUCHHH!!!!<3333 YOU’RE AMAZING TOO😖💕💕💕

[seancamerons]

Send this to 5 blogs you love seeing on your for you! 💌

thanks! i'm slowly but surely getting through my messages!💕

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Hello love!! How are you doing? 💕

I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it 🫶🏽. I don’t know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said… I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento 😭 (also I can’t remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and you’d take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing he’d be like ���you’re a very beautiful nurse” “I’m not a nurse but thank you” you feel me? Anyways that was it lol

Much love and take care!! 💗💗

(I don’t know what anon is 😅 is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and I’m like so confused)

You’re my…. my wife?

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.

An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. I’m glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc I’ll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as it’s not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).

I hope it’s okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creator’s idea, and I don’t want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!

Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.

Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well… except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.

The curse didn’t just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the one’s that included you.

His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.

You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.

When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.

“Were you hit with the cursed technique too?” He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.

“Oh, um… no..” You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasn’t your husband.

“Forgive me… Are you Shoko’s apprentice..?” He tries once again to remember. He’s seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.

Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness what’s going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, they’re hopeful that he’ll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldn’t just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.

“No… I’m not Shoko’s apprentice.” You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, it’s certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.

“Hm.” He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.

“Trying to look good for her, Nanamin?” He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing what’s going on. Your poor husband isn’t uncomfortable with your presence. He’s nervous.

“Don’t be crude, Satoru. There’s a lady in the room.” He huffs, shaking his head at Satoru’s audacity.

“Aww, thank you, Nanami.” Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoru’s tactic.

“I wasn’t talking about you.” Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another “secretive” glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“I.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we could…” His eyes flicker down to the wedding band that’s proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. “Ah, I see. forget what I was saying.”

Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he can’t ask you out because you’re married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.

Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husband’s, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

“If you were my wife, I wouldn’t like you touching another man like that…” He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.

“Well, it’s a good thing I am your wife.” You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.

Nanami’s eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wife…?

“You’re my… my wife?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. “We’ve been married for a few years now.” You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t-“ Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but he’s just trying to wrap his head around it all. You’re his wife… You’re his wife. “I’m sorry- I just can’t seem to remember…”

“It’s okay, Ken. Take your time.” You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.

His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend what’s going on, but he knows in his very soul that he’s the luckiest man alive because you’re his wife.

Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.

Ken didn’t only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.

Oh, and that’s not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely… the way it’s so fucking wet — greedily sucking him in… Goddamn, he’s so lucky to have you.

[mobius-m-mobius]

I love how much of a feedback loop Owen and Tom are regarding Loki and Mobius. It's like, Owen quoting Tom's quote about Loki as Mobius. Loki quoting Mobius. Mobius quoting Loki. Tom quoting Owen as Mobius during interviews about Lokius. Don't wanna call them insane for this but fr they're like a couple of theater nerds with their fave characters enabling each other lol it's so cute. Which kinda makes Tom seeking out Owen in his own home to talk about Loki some more makes perfect sense because how often did he get to just infodump his feelings about his character with someone and having such a receptive response.

You're so right!! 🥺💖

"I can play the heavy keys too" is pretty much always on my mind because what a full circle moment to show Owen really took everything about the Loki lectures and Tom's dedication to heart, and once again is just another example of how they may approach the job in different ways but are no less equal in dedication to the craft or having that giddiness in finding a kindred spirit to recite poetry with to set the mood when no one else gets it, lol

It clearly meant so much to Tom when after spending who knows how long discussing his thoughts about who Loki is and what his motivations are to everyone in the s1 cast/crew, to then take this extra time with Owen getting even more in depth with the entire MCU journey and have him not only absorb those details in a way which benefited both of them as actors and in building character development but to then immediately turn right back around and ask what playing Loki meant on a personal level because that mattered just as much in his eyes.

Similar to Loki and Mobius, Tom and Owen seem to share the similarity of Tom going into these grand, expansive moments of exposition that lead into Owen cutting through with a single line that somehow encompasses all that and more as you instantly see them fall on the same page. Their friendship is really something so no wonder it's led to the kind of love and understanding in Lokius that's rare to find 💖

[halalhyungwon]

they are basically the japanese version of enhypen they under the same label and have crossovers storylines. Remember drunk dazed mv two guys there

oohhhh that's really interesting i didn't know that!! :O i don't really listen to enhypen but i like drunk dazed a lot lol

[k-hotchoisan]

hi I saw that your requests are open! can you write about needy/horny hongjoong being a messy kisser and overstimulation (only if you're comfortable with it) 💕 tysm 💕

At this point I should just make a masterlist of ateez members being perverts because that’s where all of these fics are swerving to (not that I’m complaining 😛)

Thank you for the wait, here’s your meal ✨🌶️

wetting your lips

<hongjoong x fem!reader>

He’s just your sugar daddy right? No strings attached. At least that’s what he thinks until the both of you make out, and you see how fucking deep his obsession with you runs.

Genre/warnings: perverted, possessive, DILF sugar daddy!Hongjoong, smut, Hongjoong is possessive as much as he’s horny (we love that for him), blowjob, deep throat, cumming un/touched, overstimulation, sloppy, making out, vibrator play, unprotected sex, cream pie

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe

🩷 Stay perverted: the masterlist

“No strings attached”, is what Hongjoong would tell you during the earlier days of this transactional relationship. Little did he realise he would be eating his fucking words. 

Initially, it started off with spoiling you with dinners and gifts. Truthfully, it was kind of jarring—solely because it was something you never thought of stepping your foot in. Hongjoong was fine with the arrangement, showering you with gifts and dinners. He was always polite and gentle, sometimes even flirty with you. He never brought up intimacy—at least, not until the third month mark. 

And you wonder to yourself how did Hongjoong keep all of that to himself, because he was something in bed. He wasn’t rough by any means—dominant—definitely. You could tell he got off taking the lead in bed on top of fucking the ever loving shit out of you. 

Fucking him—or being fucked by him was nothing like your previous partners. Despite him being significantly older than you, he had some sort of vigor, one that definitely always left you wanting more. He started becoming more flirtatious, his hands always around your body whenever he could, enjoying seeing red tint flush against your cheeks whenever he said something dirty. He began picking you from campus more often as well. 

It was to the extent that on some days during your classes, you would blank out briefly, whatever you were supposed to be absorbing completely replaced by your little escapades with him the night before—him driving his cock right into your wet hole from below, muttering such dirty things—“that’s my good girl, taking my cock like that. You love that don’t you?”, and the way he would hold your thighs down so you wouldn’t squirm and take his fucking cock like his good little girl while you leak all over him and completely break. By the time you snapped out of it, your thighs were squeezed on reflex. You were never gonna fucking tell Hongjoong that, obviously. 

There was one thing you realised he doesn’t do during sex—kissing. It wasn’t that he would avoid you if you kissed him—you didn’t initiate because he never placed his lips in the proximity of yours. You chalked it off as probably something he wasn’t comfortable with, and you weren’t about to force him anyway. 

Then another popped—up the more Hongjoong had you around him—his possessiveness progressively built. Initially it was subtle; Hongjoong would rest his hand on your thigh if he was seated beside you—he loved doing that, especially when your thighs are bare. There was an instance where he was picking you up from campus, he called your name, pulling your attention away from your friend. Your male friend. 

“Boyfriend?” He’d ask. You stay frozen, unsure of what to reply to your friend. But you shake your head while you plaster a smile before you waved him off and entered Hongjoong’s car. 

As you clip your seatbelt on, Hongjoong casts you a glance from the side before he presses against the accelerator. 

“Who was that?”

You look up at him and blink. “Classmate”, you reply curtly, before pulling out your phone.

“The both of you seem close”, he comments, shifting his gaze away back to road. 

“Yeah he’s my group mate”, you reply, nonchalant about the tightening grip Hongjoong had on the steering wheel. He’s irritated, his jaw is clenched but he doesn’t know why.

“What were the both of you talking about?” He asks next. Your gaze lifts from the phone to the road ahead of you, wondering why Hongjoong was suddenly asking you all of these questions. 

“Nothing. He was asking who you were. That’s all.” 

Hongjoong’s jaw tightens slightly more. His eyes don’t leave the road. 

“And what did you reply?”

You finally whip your head to face Hongjoong, confusion partnered with furrowed eyebrows all over your face. 

“Why does that matter?”

“Answer me, doll.” 

And you immediately simmer down slightly, your eyes back on the road. 

“What would you want me to answer?” You deflect, hoping, praying, that he’d leave this alone. It was making your heart pump a hundred miles per second. 

“I asked you first.”

Now you can’t help but to roll your eyes. 

“I didn’t say anything.”

Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

Your arms are crossed. There is a prick of irritation stemming from your heart, but you aren’t able to pinpoint the cause of it. 

“He asked me if you were my boyfriend, but I didn’t reply.”

This time, Hongjoong quietens down, but you catch a glint in his eye—something you’ve never seen before. 

Boy, were you in for a fucking ride. 

The moment you step into his penthouse, you make a beeline for the showers, like you always did, but this time, your heart is hammering in your chest. As the hot water washes the soap off, you wonder about Hongjoong’s recent behaviour towards you. Even though Hongjoong has always been a direct person, he’s like a puzzle you could never figure out. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. Especially when he’s been more affectionate recently. It’s sending you into a spiral. 

Hongjoong is drying your hair as he combs it. And it’s the little things like these that makes your heart flutter. But he still hasn’t answered you about why he was questioning you so much in the car over a friend.

You turn to him. 

“Now you answer me.”

Hongjoong is avoiding your gaze. The prick in your heart is starting to germinate. 

“Then I’ll accept his date. He was asking me out anyway.” 

That makes Hongjong whip his head so fucking fast, and he’s glaring daggers into you. 

“No. You’re not going.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“And why not? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. You said it before—no strings attached, right?” 

Hongjoong’s jaw clenches. This is driving him insane. He knows. He just doesn’t want to admit it. And he’s about to find out that this would be the turning point. 

“It doesn’t apply this time. I’m not allowing you.”

“You think we’re something? Yeah, wefuck, but youdon’t even kiss me,” You spit. You’ve never challenged Hongjoong like this before, especially given the basis of this peculiar relationship. This was definitely new to you. And him. 

Hongjoong stares at you. Hard. His expression is indecipherable. He shifts closer to you, you who remains still, gaze tracing his movements as Hongjoong closes the distance between the both of you. His thumb presses against your chin, his fingers holding your chin up. You scoff internally, because it’s not like you’re running away-

-and his lips are pressed onto yours. Your mind is buzzing. So much chemicals are colliding in your mind. Sure, the fucking sent you into another realm, but from a kiss? Maybe you just didn’t expect Hongjoong to actually kiss you. 

Hongjoong’s head is as spinning as madly as yours is. There’s a reason why he doesn’t kiss his flings, his partners. He doesn’t like the idea of how kissing turns him vulnerable. He doesn’t care about the emotional connections. But with you? Dear god, he could break his own fucking rules for that. In his own perverse ways. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you. But he was afraid of the entanglement it would ensue should it happen. It drives him crazy. Even though he was the one who foolishly mentioned no strings attached, he swears he’s the one at his feet for you. 

The kiss deepens as Hongjoong coaxes you to part your lips, and you do, shakily, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Hongjoong stumbles slightly, but his lips are messy against yours. He swallows hard when the both of you pull back, a thin string of spit slowly pulling apart between two swollen lips. 

It’s only then you realised what the hell you’ve done. You’ve gained clarity after the steamy make out session, but one glance at Hongjoong, his cheeks and ears and flushed red, and his eyes are hazed. 

You tug against the drenched boxers Hongjong has on, pulling it down as he peels the silk lounge wear off you. Your breath is heavy at the sight beneath his pants—thick white, leaking and trickling down his thick and heavy shaft.

Hongjoong’s eyes are growing wilder by the second. His hands catch yours and he places your palm on his chest. You feel it—his heartbeat is as wild as his eyes. 

Before you realise it, your back hits the mattress and Hongjoong is towering over you. Your hands are off him, but his hands are trailing all over you—cupping your tits before the sensation of his fingers are tickling your sides, and then he’s at your thighs. He casts you one more glance. 

“If you don’t stop me now, I don’t know what I might do”, Hongjoong warns gently. 

“Hongjoong”, you call out, the tips of his fingers trailing teasingly against the curve of his jaw. “What else have you been keeping in that dirty little mind of yours?”

The sides of Hongjoong’s lips crack into a smile. “So many fucking things, doll.” 

It’s not as if you never used a vibrator with Hongjoong during sex, in fact, he almost seemed to always hold back his enthusiasm when you told him you wanted to use the vibrator during sex. 

But what you failed to realise was how frenzied he almost seemed to be whenever the vibrator came into play. Little did you know his true fantasy was to stuff you full with it, and watch you writhe and beg while he fucks his hand. 

You swallow hard when the vibrator hits the perfect spot again. You push your thighs together, trying to get the toy to hit the spongy spot once again, because fuck, you were so fucking close to cumming. It feels so fucking good. You glance at Hongjoong, who twirls the controller with this pretty fingers. He looks so sickeningly satisfied, watching the way you’re squirming, trying to reach your high, your eyes so glazed out, your whines sounding like symphony to his ears when you beg him to let you cum when he lowers the vibration intensity with his thumb. 

“Hongjoong”, you choke, jerking once more when the vibrator ups it’s buzz once more. Now tears streaming down your cheeks from the constant jump between the lack of and overstimulation. “I wanna cum. Let me cum, please.” You’re practically grinding your hips against the sheets, so much cream leaking past the vibrator that if you sat up, the toy would definitely slip out, and that’s why Hongjoong has you seated like a good girl, legs closed to keep the toy stuffed nicely in you. 

The imagery of you giggling with your male classmate turns Hongjoong’s gaze dark. He cracks a smile, devoid of anything pleasant before he rips your orgasm away from you once more, hearing you cuss for the nth time with your legs twitching. 

“No.” He simply says. “Not yet.”

You hiccup, so fucked out from the pulsing pleasure that you don’t know how much more of this you can take. 

You watch hungrily as Hongjoong strokes his fat, red-tipped cock slowly, beads of precum leaking off the slit, listening to him sigh shakily as his hands slip down his slippery shaft. 

“Fuck yourself with your little toy. If you can last till I cum, I’ll make sure you’ll cum so fucking good, doll”, he proposes. You nod as you bite your lip, desperate to get some form of release, even though you weren’t sure if you were gonna last. 

You spread your legs wide open in front of Hongjoong, gingerly pulling out the vibrator, groaning at the way it drags out of your wet cunt before pushing it back in, your toes curling from how good it feels. Hongjoong almost loses it here, watching how your pussy stretches when you push the toy in. 

And you slowly fuck yourself with the toy, letting yourself fall back against the plush, thick pillows behind you. You feel like you’re doing okay, that is, until Hongjoong amps up the fucking intensity and you’re back to shaking and your voice climbs in octave when you whimper. You’re almost tempted to just fucking release it—it feels so fucking good. Just when you’re about to give up, the intensity slows down to a dull buzz, and you take a sharp inhale, your eyes meeting Hongjoong as he watches you like a predator while his hand makes more of a mess on his pretty cock. You still fuck yourself slowly on the toy, even though it’s by instinct that you want to fuck yourself stupid with it. 

Not yet. You wanted to be Hongjoong’s good girl. 

You lift your hips slightly, the angle letting the vibrator push into deeper parts of your pussy, and you wonder if you regret it or thank the fucking gods for it because when Hongjoong sees you do it, he raises the vibration, making you gasp, your legs snapping shut. 

“Keep them open, baby. You wanna cum, don’t you?” Hongjoong reminds you. He’s obviously enjoying the fucking show—the clear precum slowly turning more white and thicker by the minute. 

“Can’t help it, Joong. Feels so fuckin amazing”, you mutter, hearing Hongjoong’s pretty chuckle echo in your ears while he watches you failing at holding your composure while the vibrator is fucking its vibrations right into your fucking core. 

“Fuck. Look at that pretty little pussy of yours. I’m almost jealous,” Hongjoong sighs as he lowers the vibrations once more, simply to admire how easily the toy slides out of your cunt only to be pushed back again, completely drenched and sticky. 

Without a doubt, watching you fall apart while you fuck yourself like that is sending Hongjoong into a fucking spiral. The one time where he almost walked into you fucking yourself with your dildo triggered something so perverted in him. And before he realised it, his pants pooled a dark patch watching you slap the toy right at your clit, before you would slowly drag it down to your soaked cunt, then pushing it in slowly before you stuffed your poor cunt full. The icing on top? When you were moaning his name sounding so fucking needy,  and before he knew it, cum had soaked his pants. Since then, he’d stay by the doorway of his bedroom, often never telling you when he would be back, just to catch you fucking yourself with your toys just so he could indulge in his fantasies. 

Just when you’re getting used to the low vibrations again, Hongjoong amps it up once more, watching your eyes roll back when he ups it at the moment you had the vibrator stuffed into your pussy. Before you could even register, you feel a tug from behind, and your concentration is at Hongjoong—who has his hands in your hair, pulling it away from your face while he kneels so his cock is right at your face. 

You look up at him, your free hand immediately going up to fuck his cock while you continue to fuck yourself with the vibrator. Somehow, it only makes you feel so fucking good. 

“Open wide, doll”, Hongjoong gestures, giving you a tug from the back so your mouth is at the tip of his cock, not missing the way you moan slightly at his roughness. You stick your tongue out, lapping the thick cream around his cock before he pushes the back of your head, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. So fucking amazing”, Hongjoong bites the inner of his cheek, completely dropping the remote onto the bed as his other hand joins to the back of your head. 

Your mind is completely mushed—mouth being stuff full of cock while the vibrator is pushing right your g-spot, at such a mind breaking intensity. You try your best to bob your head, at one point letting Hongjoong fuck your face while groaning at the way he’s tugging your hair, adding on to the rapidly building orgasm that was about to burst, even though drool and precum were trickling down the corners of your lips from how much he’s creaming down your throat. 

His cock twitches and he pulls out slightly before he pushes in again once more, barely giving you the time of the day. “Cumming. I’m cumming, doll”, he grunts, his hips pressing against you. “Fuck. You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, your legs twitch at that moment—your orgasm spraying out of you while it floods your entire system at the same time, your mind completely going blank while Hongjoong has cum down your throat, the tangy salty fluids following down your throat while your tears leak past your eyes from the sheer fucking pleasure. Your fingers have left pretty scratches down his thighs, and you’re sure he’s gonna love it later. You never thought it would have come down to this.

Hongjoong pulls out slowly, his hands letting go of your hair, stroking your jaw instead before he kneels before you, and engulfs your lips, tasting himself in your tongue. 

There he goes again—his eyes completely glazed out when his lips are on yours, like he can’t get enough of it. And he doesn’t—because he doesn’t soften. 

“So good. Need more, doll. You can take it right? Take whatever I give you”, Hongjoong whispers, the tint flushing his cheeks once more. He makes you face away from him this time—back against his chest, and his wet cock is right at your pussy. 

You swear he’s gonna be the death of you. 

Hongjoong rubs his cockhead against your hole, before he pushes himself in, groaning as you take him inch by inch, stretching your pussy out so well. You’re beginning to drool again—almost shutting off the moment he has you filled up to the brim. 

“Warm and tight. Fucking perfect, doll”, he sighs. You feel yourself drip with more cream. 

Then he starts to fuck you from below, and you’re immediately grasping for any ounce of sanity left in you. But it’s obvious Hongjoong is only gonna fuck it all out of you by the time this over. You lift your leg up by instinct, letting him hit deeper into you, and he groans at how tightly you’re squeezing him. 

His arms are wrapped around you, more tighter and more intimate than usual. And all the thoughts and theories are completely muffled when you feel his cockhead pressing against your g-spot once again. 

“You’re so pretty when you look like that, baby. So fucked out and used by me”, he laughs right in your ears. 

“Yeah. So perfectly used by you”, you agree, your hips bouncing off his cock as well. 

“Of course. My girl is perfect”, his reply sending butterflies flooding your stomach, though you were certain it was mostly because of his cock. 

The thrusting becomes more desperate—the sound of wet skin slapping only growing louder by the second, it makes your toes curl and your head spin. Hongjoong feels so fucking good in you and you swear you could get completely drunk off his cock. It’s also the fact that he’s jackhammering his cock right into you right after he made you swallow his fucking cum moments before that’s making you so disgustingly hooked onto him. And sometimes, it scares you how much you just want him all for yourself. Little did you realise you’ve flooded every crevice of Hongjoong’s mind when the intimacy begins to intensify. Every time he tells himself that he shouldn’t let his feelings mix with the pleasure, you unintentionally pull him back in again, and now he’s completely hooked. 

“Mine, mine, mine”, Hongjoong whispers, biting down onto your neck as a soft moan passes through your ears, and you feel warm, thick cum flood your walls. Stars flood your eyelids as your second orgasm crashes into you, your fingernails leaving light trails of red on his thigh while your pussy milks Hongjoong dry, more cum seeping out 

In between pants and catching breaths as both your highs gradually die down, you turn around to face Hongjoong, your lips ready to part to say something, but Hongjoong beats you to it. 

“Now you can let your little friend know that you have a partner. A partner who’s fucking head over heels for you.”