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mickyschumacher · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after seeing you with play with some young fans you and charles meet on the streets of monaco, charles can't get his mind off having his own. or in which, charles has got a case of the baby fever. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, fluff, 18+ (minors DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it if u don't want babies), breeding kink (obvi), charles meeting the bare minimum requirement to be a good human (lmao), slight lactation kink, mutual orgasms, handjob, pussy rubbing(?), reader is sensitive as shit, google translated french (my bad to the french speakers), a questionable perversion of having children that always comes with this context, also questionable whether this qualifies as baby fever but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: wrote this one when i first started if you can't tell by the mention of pedro and tlou! my absence explained in another post! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Charles loved his fans, especially Tifosi. After you, his family and friends, they were the most important people in his lives and constantly motivated him. Most of them were kind and sweet to him and loved and cherished you more than they loved him.

That's why whenever fans asked for photos with you, the both of you or autographs, Charles always accepted. He rarely refused them unless the fans gave off a certain vibe that rubbed him the wrong way; crazed fans or fans who liked you a little bit too much for his liking.

His favourite fans normally, however, were children. It was definitely pressurising to have that many children look up to him but Charles found it rewarding. They were so young and full of dreams that he could help fulfil. They always looked at him wide-eyed with their jaws open as if they had just seen an angel walk by, similarly to how Charles reacted when he had first seen you in the streets of Monaco.

Today was no exception. It was currently the mid-season break and you two were roaming the partially empty streets after having breakfast out, relishing in the privacy of Monaco. Halfway through your walk, you and Charles had bumped into some small fans, literally.

A set of 3-year old twin sisters and a boy who only seemed a year or two older had run to Charles and you yelling 'Charles!' and 'It's Ferrari!'.

Charles instantly was smiling at them, crouching down to talk to them and entertain all their bombarding questions that flew one after the other.

"Is the car really that fast?"

"Can I go in the car?!"

"I hope you win!"

You chuckled softly as Charles answered them with ease. You looked at the parents who also seemed to be equally as excited as their children. "Do you want me to take a photo for you guys?" You inquired softly.

The parents looked at you with wide eyes. "Can you? If it's no bother!" The father fretted, sharing a slightly alarmed expression with his wife.

You shook your head and smiled. "It's not a problem." They held out their phone and you took it into your hands, opening the camera. You hummed as you looked at the group. "Let's do three photos. One with the three angels, one with the parents and one family one?" You asked.

The parents were about to nod when the kids suddenly refused. "Four! We want one with a pretty girl!" One of the sisters yelled out, pointing at you.

Your mouth fell open while your body flushed with slight embarrassment. Charles grinned at you, agreeing with the children profusely. You gave a playful sigh and nodded. The children and parents began to poise for the camera several times and left the last one for you to take a selfie with them.

The parents turned to Charles, inviting him into a conversation as they apologised for the kids running to him all of a sudden.

You could hear Charles say it was fine when you felt a tug at the bottom your dress. You crouched down to the children who now crowded you.

The boy looked at you wide-eyed while the two girls poked your arm and asked "Are you a princess?"

You smiled softly. "I am!" You implored, "How did you know?" You asked in a hushed tone.

The children giggled. "Princesses are always pretty, that's why!" The boy said with red cheeks.

You hummed, pondering over the statement. You brought your hand out to pat the girls' heads and pinch the little boy's chubby cheeks. "That must mean all of you are also princesses and princes, hmm?"

The children cheered in agreement, giggling to themselves before discussing who was the best prince or princesses out of them all.

"I'm the best prince!" One sister said, putting her hands on her hips in determination. Her older brother looked at her almost offended. "How can that be? I'm the best. I'm older."

The other sister looked at her siblings dumbfounded. "Why can't we all be the best?" She sighed.

You grinned at her answer. "You're right! You are all the best. Equally. You know why?" You asked.

Three pair of big eyes looked at you with curiosity swirling within them as they shook their small heads 'no'.

You brought their hands together and held them in your palm. "Because you're siblings. You're family. That's the best."

The kids stared at you blankly, probably trying digest your words as much as they could at that age. The previous sister smiled widely, letting out a deafening yell, running to her mother. "Did you hear that, maman? We're all the best!" She screamed with joy.

You stood from the ground slowly, grinning at all the kids. "I did. We all heard that, ma cherié. It's true!" The mother chorused, giving you a thankful smile.

You smiled in response, shaking your head as if it was nothing. The parents and kids began to say goodbye to you and Charles, although the latter did so rather reluctantly as you walked over to your boyfriend.

You raised a brow at the dazed expression on Charles' face. "Cha? Mon amour, what's going on in that head of yours?" You hooked your arm with his, resting your head on his shoulder.

Charles blinked. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about those kids. Cute, right?" He breathed out, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You smiled. "Very," You agreed as the two of you began to walk to Charles' car.

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Arriving home, the two of you decided to lounge in your living room, not bothered to do anything else for the day. You had managed to put on the newest episode of 'The Last of Us', eager to find out what was happening next.

You and Charles laid on the couch; your head resting on his chest while he cuddled you from behind. You were intently watching Pedro Pascal after being besieged with edit after edit of him on TikTok. Charles on the other hand wasn't focusing at all.

All he could think about what those kids you and him had met earlier that morning. Specifically, you conversing with them. You hadn't realised since you were so caught up with them, but at one point him and the parents had stopped talking and tuned into your conversation with the kids.

Charles had talked to you about kids before. You both wanted them and although Charles always talked about having three kids specifically, just like him and his brothers, he would leave it up to whatever you wanted because at the end of the day, it was you giving birth, not him. He would prefer to have children when he was slightly a bit more older, you both had more control over his life, and obviously with at least one championship under his belt.

But after today, Charles was prepared to throw that plan away. As lewd as it was, the idea of you getting you pregnant and having a family not only touched his heart, but immorally touched his cock.

Knowing that he would have to ensure that his cum was entirely within you, stuffed into your cervix, and not letting a single drop come out made him feel feral. To make matters worse, you would look like a goddess when pregnant because hell, you were so beautiful now. Round and full with his child because he made sure to fuck you till you were overflowing with his cum. Or when your breasts became heavy and sensitive to his touch, leaking sporadically, giving him the opportunity to clean you up with his mouth.

God, he was an animal. The worst.

"Charles, what are you doing?" Your voice erupted into the air, breaking him out of his deep train of thought.

Charles blinked at your question in confusion before he looked down, seeing his hand traversing under your dress and up your inner thigh. He looked over to your amused eyes peering at him.

"Sorry," He let out with a sigh, rubbing the warm flesh of your thigh softly. "I just... I can't stop thinking about children."

You raised a brow, not seeing the correlation to Charles' wondering hand. "Children?" You iterated, running a hand through his hair.

Charles shut his eyes at your actions, feeling at ease. "Those kids today... make me want our own children. Now. I want to have children now."

Charles peeked his eyes open, looking at your astounded expression with a bit of fear. "What about our plans? What was it? Thirty-three, a championship, lives under control, and then children?" You queried. "I-I'm not mad or anything, Cha. Just curious. Why the change of heart all of sudden?

You had now turned to face Charles, knees on either side of him, straddling his lap as you became fully attentive to him.

Charles played with the tresses of your hair that had fallen past your face before tucking them gently behind your ear. "You would just make such a good mother, mon ange. You're so sweet and kind. You now how to talk to them. God, pregnancy would look so good on you. I can't stop thinking about you pregnant," Charles let out a small moan a thought. "You all round with our child, hormonal, sensitive at my touch."

Charles' fingers brushed over your neck, making you shudder involuntarily. You melted at his words. Charles thought a great deal of you. You weren't opposed to the idea either, in fact all of his words were making you hornier by the minute.

"You know what?" You queried, "I also want to have children. You would make an amazing father, Cha. I know you would," You softly said, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

Charles pulled away, boring his gaze into you. "Yeah?" He whispered, eyes soft and full of lust and love.

"Yeah," You repeated. "A father of all three," You teased, giving him a small knowing smile.

Charles' eyes darkened slightly at your words. His hands rested on your hips, his half-hard on in his pants turned harder, pressing into your clothed pussy. "Mon amour," He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your body stand straight. "Should I fuck a baby into you?" He pulled his face back, waiting for your answer.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, relishing in his words. "If you're going to fuck a baby in me, Charles, you better do it right the first time."

Charles groaned, grinning at your words. Staring at you with a fiery gaze, he quickly brought you down into a hungry kiss. His grip on your hips tightened while your hands became entangled in his hair. Another groan fell against your lips when you tugged at his locks.

Your heart slammed against your chest, beating loudly in your ears. Your skin was heated with Charles' touch ravaging all over you; grazing your arms, squeezing your ass only for you to press further into him. Your stomach surged with desire, feeling his clothed cock grind into you. "Fuck," Your swollen lips uttered out, high with an intoxicating buzz circulating your veins.

"Charles, I need–" You began only to be cut off by your own whimper as Charles bucked his hips up into you, setting a pace of stimulation with the tent of his pants and the gritty material of his shorts.

Charles smiled at the sight of your head thrown back and your back arching. "What do you need, ma cherié? Hmm? Tell me and I'll give it to you, my love," He sighed out, feeling his cock ache in its restraints.

"Fuck, j'ai besoin de ta bite, Charles," You murmured, feeling the temperature of your body rise with every passing second. Fuck, I need your cock, Charles.

Charles grinned at your use of French so early on. Normally when you were nearing your climax, you would lose yourself to all the French you knew. "As you wish, princesse," He stated. "Let's get this off, hmm?" He began to slid down the straps of your dress, pressing warm kisses on your shoulder. The sight of your bare breasts made him sigh in content, licking a strip from the base of your neck and down the valley of your breasts.

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine, feeling Charles' hands wander down your back while he pushed the fabric past your ass, hooking his fingers under your the waistband of your panties. You lifted your body up, aiding him in getting rid of your dress and underwear.

You settled back down on Charles' lap, pushing your wet core against his clothed cock. Charles nipped at your neck, dazed at the feeling of your pussy on him. Your hands reached out, rushing to get those shorts and shirt off of him. Pulling his shirt of him, you placed a trail of kisses down his chest. You could feel his lower stomach tense as you neared his waistband. With a grin, impatiently, you took off his shorts and the boxers underneath.

Your stomach churned and pussy throbbed at Charles' red, aching cock springing up, begging to be touched. You flickered your sultry gaze to your boyfriend, reaching over to put your fingers in his mouth.

Charles maintained eye-contact, lubing your fingers generously with his spit before he felt a shudder rip through him when you teasingly pushed your pussy to graze the angry tip of his cock.

"Vous taquinez," Charles uttered out almost with a whine after you removed your fingers. You tease.

"Don't be too sad, mon amour," You breathed out, trailing your wet fingers over his v-line before wrapping them around his cock. Charles sucked in a sharp breath as your hand began move up and down his shaft, mixing his spit and his pre-cum together, giving him a new, unique shine of his own.

"You wanted to see me pregnant, right? Full of your cum. So pregnant that everyone will know in a few months that you fucked me that good," You started, eyes trained on him while you pumped his cock with a tantalising grip. "We need a lot of your cum today. I'm just getting you prepared," You purred.

Charles let out a series of high moans, letting your words wash all over him and mix with his euphoria. His fingers reached out to your wet folds, stroking your heated slip with need. You trembled at his touch, bucking your hip against his fingers, increasing the pace of your hand on his cock.

Both of you moaned loudly while you jerked each other off, breathy sounds bouncing off the walls of your apartment. "Merde," Charles swore, pressing his head further into the couch, hips sensitively bucking into your hand as you brushed the slit of his cock.

He pushed himself, refusing to slack at your pleasure. He rubbed your pussy, groaning at the wet, glistening folds that were coating his fingers. You moaned, feeling a familiar buzzing pool in your stomach. "I need to," Charles panted out, covering your hand with his to stop you, "I need to..." He trailed off once again, pulling you closer to him.

Charles could barely think straight. He didn't know what he was saying or what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed to feel your pussy against his cock.

A guttural whimper escaped your mouth when Charles rubbed his cock against your folds. God, the both of you could get off just like this. He sighed out, eyes clouded with pleasure while he bathed in the warmth of your pussy. He could feel you jerk time to time against him, sensitive from nearing your climax.

You were was a sight to behold. You couldn't control your hips or yourself. You were just so receptive, automatically rubbing your pussy and clit up and down the head of cock. Your head falling back, supported by air while your back arched with lust. Sweat clung to your warmed body and your dry hair was now coated in a light sheen of grease. Face contorted with pleasure and flushed with heat.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck," Charles hissed out, partially angry that he already was about to climax but how could he not at such a view and feeling?

You blinked through your pleasure, remembering how you had gotten into this situation in the first place. You pushed your hips to him, hovering over his cock and sliding down onto him. You whimpered, feeling full with his throbbing cock in you.

Charles groaned, feeling your warm walls clench around him as you began to move your hips up and down. He watched your breasts bounce, making him flicker to that thought of them being full with milk once he got you pregnant. He would be selfish and have a taste of them himself.

Your pussy was a siphon, drawing and pulling his cock even further into you. Charles placed his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his cock to ensure he was balls-deep within you, fully sheathed. The breathy air was now replaced with both of your lewd moans and the sound of your skin slapping and sticking against one another.

"Merde, merde," Charles began to chant, increasing the pace of his hips snapping and rutting into your folds. Your hands fell to his own hands, tightening around them as pleasure bubbled at the pits of your stomach.

"Fuck, Charles. Cum in me, mon amour. Fais de moi une mère. Hmm? Imagine it. I'll be even more sensitive, my tits will be heavy and sore with milk and I'll ask you to massage them... everyone will know what we did," You moaned loudly. Make me a mother.

Charles's hips came to a halt, shaking with pleasure while he poured ropes and ropes of his hot cum deep into your walls. He let out staggered moans, feeling you clench around him and take even more of his load. Charles pressed his swollen lips onto your, kissing you dizzy while he thrusted out his high, ensuring his cum was staying within you.

Charles sighed out, pressing his forehead against yours. Realising you were once again on the brink of cumming, with his cock still in you, he brought his fingers to your engorged clit, rubbing the sensitive nub gently yet harshly.

He felt your walls grip him even tighter if possible as you began to convulse in his arms. "Jesus fucking Christ," You sobbed out, waves of your euphoric climax hitting you.

Christ, you were so sensitive, hips jerking up against his fingers, grinding to maximise your stimulation. He couldn't even stop you if he wanted to.

"Merde, ma cherié, cum for me. Yes, just like that," Charles coaxed, groaning as you somehow managed to get more cum out of him.

You let out a final whimper before collapsing onto him, feeling Charles' softening cock drive and push the cum deeper into you. You let out a low moan against his chest.

Charles pushed your chin up with his finger, looking into your eyes. He smiled, pressing a slow, soft kiss to your lips. "You did so well, mon amour," He praised, running a hand through your sweaty hair, getting a better glance of your face.

You gave him a weak smile, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "You think we did a good job?" You queried, voice quiet and tired. "You think we'll have a child soon?"

Charles grinned at you, planting another kiss on the side of your head. "If I didn't, I'll fuck you again and make sure that test has two lines."

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

#f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 smut #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #mickyschumacher

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auragasmics · 5 months ago

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HE LOVES IT WHEN I...

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ synopsis! sugar daddies just love their sugar babies. but for you, these rich dilfs have a soft spot for your antics!

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ pairings! sugar daddy iwaizumi hajime, kuroo testsurou, oikawa toru x fem!reader

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ cw! 1.3k, drabble + headcannon format, age gap (hq men are early 40's, reader is late 20s), fingering, cl♡ t slapping, dom!iwa is a little mean, spoiled!reader, daddy kink (sry not sry, let's grow up ://) phone sex/video call sex, vouyerism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, pillow-tribbing

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ xoxo, chris! love hq men...love and cherish them!

Sugar Daddy!Iwaizumi loves it when you throw tantrums!

He finds it all the most alluring, fueling the dominance within his veins. Whether it’s Every bit of attitude, pout, and sass you give him, he absorbs it, keeping careful count of each occurrence.

Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi finds such joy in your little tantrums, especially right now. He knows how you’ve been crushing on some new bag, he still remembers your presentation of the newly released collection you swiped through a few nights before. To keep his precious girl happy, he’s taken the day off just to court you himself.

But all that comes crashing down when the heel of your pearly white stilettos threatens to pierce through the glossy white floor of the boutique when he denies you of that purse you claim to need —oh so— much. He chuckles intently, guiding his pouty princess back out to the car with the driver waiting patiently.

He gives you a few minutes to calm down, soothing you with soft pecks along the crook of your neck. He knows exactly what gets your legs spreading and those curvy hips bucking in the air.

His girthy digits drift down to your panties, ripping the gossamer material to the side. Iwaizumi toys with your clit for a while, sighing at how easily the tender bud slips against his calloused pads. It’s satisfying to both of you, giving birth to the arousal brewing at the pit of your belly.

“You must hate me, I know, I know. But y’re makin’ such a mess you’re making on my fingers, baby. So fucking cute,” he grins, teasing the slit of your cunt with pulsing fingers. Just when you prepare yourself mentally for the delicious stretch, an abrupt jab of pain distracts you—the fresh sting of Iwaizumi’s thick fingers crashing against your clit.

“Hajime, wait!” His name comes flying from your gaping mouth. Your eyes peer down at Iwaizumi’s hand reeling back to land another slap. But there’s a certain detail that makes this little session of punishment even worse.

What makes it worse is how Iwaizumi’s display of dominance turns you on and the proof decorates his calloused hand. It’s disgusting how the flat of his palm glimmers in your slick—almost like the gems from the handbag you wanted so badly.

Before you could even think, Iwaizumi laid his lips along your ear, his warm breath nipping at the flustered shell. He had a message for you and he thinks that this time, you’ll get it loud and clear.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me in public like that again, or else I’ll fuck the reminder into that thick skull of yours.”

Sugar Daddy!Kuroo loves it when you call his name!

He swears it fills his stomach with those innocent butterflies, hearing his bubbly muse coo his name. It’s a cute purr, flows right off your tongue, and ends in a smile that could make Kuroo empty out his bank account right at that moment. He likes to play dumb sometimes, claiming his hearing fades in and out from time to time. Yet, Kuroo always stands tall and giddy with perked ears, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

Kuroo especially loves when you call out to him in grace for his services, ranging in a multitude of forms. His favorite one, of course, is when your orgasm hinges at the tips of your freshly manicured toes, the nerves prickling at the surface of your supple skin.

With his cock buried so deep inside your—his—cunt, it drags along your walls with such intensity. But Kuroo doesn’t dare to increase the pace, his hips lagging behind a languid drive. Not as it matters, even without using a pummeling force, Kuroo still manages to have your body on edge.

“Aww, what’s wrong, Angelface? Use your words, what do you want from me?” He’ll tease, using those thick fingers of his to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing out a wet pucker from your drooling lips. It’s all just overwhelming, the heat of the room, his hunkering frame shadowing above your own.

Your hands claw at his forearm, proving his resolve to be stronger than your own. It wasn’t your fault, it was Kuroo’s stubborn ego, acting as the driving effort to see that his needs are met. Kuroo lays a trail of pecks up to your neck, lingering along your jawline and ending at your cheek, each one dressed with apathy.

His words are just teasing, the only solace being his hitching pants warming the shell of your ear as he spoke smugly.

“Say it with me now, Te-tsu-rou…c’mon Baby, say it for Daddy. Tell me just how you wanna cum all over my cock.”

Sugar Daddy! Oikawa loves it when you send him pictures!

It’s a boost of confidence, sending the man photos whenever you decide to frilly yourself up for the day. Even if it’s just running to the store, Oikawa wants it all.

He loves to have a collection of his precious baby looking her best, making up for all the times he couldn’t join you. Whether he’s away for work or tucked up inside a stuffy hotel room, he’s swiping through his file of photos reserved just for you and that gorgeous smile. Yet when it’s the ungodly hours of the night, he’s upping his game from pictures to full-blown videos, even video calls to please his fancy.

Each one of these calls consists of you dollied up and dressed in his favorite set of lingerie. And with what he likes, it barely leaves anything to his imagination. To have those sheer panties hanging around your waist, just for the inner seam to leave you crotchless. What's better than getting straight to the chase?

That’s what he likes and that’s what has your phone propped against the headboard, giving his heavy tourmaline hues the scene of you desperately rutting into his pillow on the bed. The satin pillowcase dragged along your clit, taunting the sensitive bud with its smooth material.

Your inner thighs scrape along the plush fabric, your hips rocking into the cotton. Keeping a constant pace is key to your impending high, the soft moans flowing from your mouth like a crystal clear stream of the purest water. Oikawa had his sights pinned on you, watching your desperate search for a climax unfold before him.

“Feels good, right Princess?” He’ll ask with a heavy chest, Oikawa wincing at how rough the palm of his hand was. It was nothing like your touch, the plush skin of your digits that would struggle to hold his length.

He was struck by an off sense of nostalgia, memories of his salacious youth being re-lived with each uncaring stroke of his fist. Just to even come close to your touch, Oikawa removed bits of his barreling strength, the pad of his thumb swiping at the blushing head of his dribbling cock. He bit his lip greedily, his ears piqued for your reply.

You hum in response, clutching the puffy mass in your fist. It did feel nice, working yourself into an orgasm underneath Oikawa’s watchful eye. Knowing that he’s on the other side, stroking that fat cock of his with his rough hands, and wishing he had your sputtering pussy instead is all the motivation you need.

“I-I’m so close, wanna cum with you, ‘Ru,” you mew out, increasing your mere nudges to erratic bucks of desire. Oikawa could only growl in return, the frustration of his inadequate touch pitting him against time. Tossing his head back, the apple of his throat bobs at his staggering pace. At the final moments of his stability, Oikawa groaned out his final request of the night, something you couldn’t attempt to defy.

“Cum for me, Pretty. You better make a fucking mess for me to come back to, got it?”

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ xoxo, chris! a repost from my old blog, but i hope you still enjoyed!

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esthxio · 1 year ago

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I'm like dealing with so much shit rn, hate being a therapist friend fr.

New tag game

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#〘Made with Love:シオン〙#〘Let's Play: Tag Game!〙#〘His Cherished: Mutuals♡〙

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springtyme · 3 months ago

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Hi love! I'm not feeling good and have been kinda down so I was wondering if you could write a sweet spencer x fem reader where she's usually the tough one but she goes through a loss and he finds her crying alone in the dark in the office and just comforts her

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 ♡

Thank you for the request, hun <3 I'm so sorry to hear that you are feeling down. I hope some Spencer comfort might help a little <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: It is not unusual for Spencer to stay late at the office. What is unusual, however, is finding you crying in the conference room.

word count: 2.4k

warnings/tags: Hurt/comfort. Grief and mourning. Loss of a family member. Spencer being the sweetest. Mutual pining.

The dim glow of the office lights flicker softly in the nearly empty room, casting long shadows that dance against the walls. It is late, far past the hour when most of the BAU team had called it a night. The constant hum and buzz that usually fills the air of the bullpen has faded into a profound silence, leaving only the delicate, rhythmic sound of paper rustling everytime Spencer turns a page of the pile of reports in front of him.

It is not unusual that he stays late to finish his work; in fact, it has become somewhat of a routine, maybe not the most healthy one, but he cherishes the quiet of the after-hours; it is a time when he can think without the distractions of the day, his thought pattern getting the opportunity to fully unfold with uninterrupted clarity.

He stretches his long limbs, feeling the fatigue settle into his bones as he takes a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of stale coffee, and the lingering smell of old paper.

As he leans back in his chair, his gaze lands on the clock on the wall, its clock hands ticking steadily, the sound echoing in the emptiness. It’s late, and he knows he should call it a night, but there’s a stubborn part of him that clings to the work. He eyes the stack of reports one more time, each file holding the remnants of cases that had left their mark on him—cases that never truly leave him, echoing in his mind long after the team has moved on.

The clock ticks monotonously, each passing second weighing heavily upon him. Pushing away from the desk, he stands up, stretching again to relieve the tension that has built in his shoulders. He should really call it a night. He begins packing up his things, methodically sliding reports into a neat pile and shutting down his computer. The soft whirring of the cooling fan fades into silence as the screen goes dark, mirroring the dim ambiance of the office. He tosses his pen into the collection of writing utensils, a small victory for tidiness amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

With a deep sigh, he slings his messenger bag over one shoulder, the slight squeak of the rubber soles of his sneakers on the polished floor the only sound in the quiet office as he leaves the bullpen. The silence envelops him, the weight of solitude pressing in from all sides as he walks through the dark, empty building. As he makes his way past the break room, he considers stopping for one last cup of coffee before his drive home, even though he fully knows that what his body doesn’t need right now is more caffeine. What he needs is sleep, and a reprieve from the steady hum of his thoughts. But his change for a somewhat decent sleep this night has long passed.

But his internal debate about the pros and cons of indulging in his coffee craving comes to a full stop as he walks past the conference room. The door is slightly ajar, and a faint light spills out into the dark hallway, accompanied with a faint sound—a soft, muffled whimper.

Spencer’s heart tightens in his chest at the sound as he instinctively makes his way toward the door. Pushing it open cautiously, he peeks inside, his breath catching in his throat at the scene before him. The sight that greets him tugs painfully at his heart—it’s you, sitting on the cold floor of the conference room, shoulders shaking with hushed sobs, your usually strong demeanor momentarily shattered to pieces.

You, the one who always has the right answer, the sharpest wit, and a comforting strength that seems to radiate outwards, are curled up in the corner, your back against the wall, knees drawn up to your chest and your face half hidden in your hands, tears silently tracing paths down your cheek. The usually composed agent, known for your bravery and unbreakable spirit, now lost and broken. It pierce through him like a knife.

He remembers how you had arrived at the BAU two years ago with a fierce determination, melding graceful resilience with an unyielding strength that never fails to inspire those around you. Whether confronting hard truths or providing support to your teammates, you are always a pillar of strength—invincible in the face of adversity. It was something Spencer couldn’t help but deeply admire, and as he has gotten to know you over the last two years, he finds himself constantly drawn to and captivated by that strength as well as your kindness.

He approaches cautiously, his heart twisting with a painful empathy. The sight of you right now is such a stark contrast to the strong, independent woman he’s come to know, and despite his slightly reserved nature and the hesitant fear of intruding, he feels a strong surge of protectiveness as he watches you now.

He says your name softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him to give you a semblance of privacy. “Hey…” His voice is gentle, barely above a whisper, infused with a mix of concern and warmth. He takes a step closer, his heart aching as he watches you react to his voice—your head snaps up, wide eyes red-rimmed and swollen, a stark contrast to your usual bright gaze.

For a short moment you’re just frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, your gaze searching his face, grappling with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. It’s a moment poised on the knife's edge, and Spencer holds his breath, afraid to disrupt the fragile atmosphere.

Then you blink rapidly, and wipe hastily at your cheeks, trying to regain your composure and to erase any trace of your tears, but the effort only makes it worse, as if the floodgates threaten to open wide once more—the walls have come crashing down, and he can see the vulnerability you usually keep so well-hidden.

He takes another cautious step closer, the distance between you suddenly feeling impossibly vast, despite the small space of the room. “Can I sit?” he asks gently, indicating the floor beside you. You nod slightly, and he settles onto the cool surface, instinctively mirroring your posture. The silence drapes between you like a thin veil, both comforting and heavy. He doesn’t rush you; there is an unspoken understanding that you need this space to gather your thoughts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally offers, his voice softening into a whisper as he looks into your eyes, searching for an answer, however small. Your gaze drifts, focusing on the ground between you, words trapped beneath the weight of your sorrow.

“I—” you start, but the words crumple like dried leaves in your throat, too fragile to escape. You take a sharp breath, the air trembling slightly as it fills your lungs. The vulnerability in your eyes pulls at him, deepening the ache in his chest, and he feels an overwhelming urge to reach out—to comfort you, to tell you that it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. “I lost someone,” you finally manage to whisper, your voice trembling with the depth of your pain. The admission hangs in the air, heavy and tangible, as Spencer processes your words, his heart sinking in solidarity.

“My aunt—she was the one who raised me after…” You pause, your voice quivering, unable to continue. “She was my everything.”

Spencer’s brow furrows, understanding flooding his features. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs softly. “That must be so hard.”

You nod slowly, tears spilling once more, but they feel different now. They aren’t just tears of sorrow; they’re also tears of release. “I thought I was strong enough to handle it, but… I don’t know,” you choke out, words mixing with your quiet sobs. You wipe at your cheeks, but it only seems to make it worse. “I thought I could be there for everyone else, but now… I feel so lost.”

Spencer glances down, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He knows all too well that grief can shape-shift the toughest person into someone fragile, and he admires your bravery more than he can express. “You don’t have to be strong right now,” he offers gently. “It’s okay to feel lost. Grief… it isn’t something that can be carried alone. It’s… it’s a process.”

You look at him. Spencer feels the weight of your gaze, your eyes searching his with a mix of relief and uncertainty. His heart swells with a desire to be there for you, to provide whatever comfort he can in this moment of vulnerability. Something about your anguish makes him want to wrap you in his arms and shield you from the pain. Spencer shifts closer, an instinctive act of solidarity. “Can I?” he asks, hesitating as he gently rests a hand on your back, his touch light but reassuring. Without any hesitation, you lean into him.

Spencer feels the warmth of your presence as you lean against him, the soft weight of your body a tangible confirmation that you’re letting him in—allowing him to share in your pain, and comfort you. He is not the most used to physical contact like this, but he can’t help but think it is nice at this moment, even though it feels like a pretty selfish thought right now. He just feels an overwhelming sense of purpose wash over him.

As you lean into him, Spencer feels an incredible gravity, both weighty and reliving as you let yourself breakdown in his arms. The scent of your hair, hair, something soft and familiar, fills his senses, grounding him in this moment. For a while, there is only the sound of your quiet sobs. He simply sits with you, holding you, letting you grieve and waits till you are ready to speak again. He can feel the shudders of your breath against his side as your sobs slowly begin to cease.

You let out a shaky breath, a sound that lingers between vulnerability and relief. “I don’t know how to navigate this… I feel like I’m drowning,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, yet so filled with longing for understanding. “I just feel so lost.”

Spencer nods slowly, letting your words settle between you. “You’re not alone in this,” he reassures you softly, leaning slightly closer. “It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to feel lost.” He pauses, looking into your eyes with sincerity. “You don’t have to put on a brave face for anyone, least of all for me. I feel lost all the time.”

“How do you get through it?” you question, your voice quavering with a sense of seeking. Your vulnerability is evident, and Spencer takes a moment, considering your question as he searches for the right words.

“I let myself be sad,” he finally replies softly, his voice almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret. It’s not a profound revelation, but it’s the truth.

“I guess I’m just so used to being the anchor for everyone else, you know?” you whisper, lifting your chin slightly to meet his gaze. “And I miss her, Spence. I miss her so much. She was my anchor.”

Spencer feels the weight of your words press heavily against his heart, he holds you a little tighter again. Your pain resonates within him. Silence envelops you both, as you take a deep breath, letting your conversation and stillness of the room resonate around you.

“What was she like? Your aunt?” Spencer’s voice finally breaks the silence.

“She was… everything,” you say. “Always the one with a joke to lighten the mood, a listening ear no matter how busy life got. Even when things were tough, she always managed to find a silver lining. And she was so strong, and so smart. She was the toughest, most resilient, yet the most gentle and kindest person I’ve ever known.” Your voice has restored some of its usual strength and spark as you talk about her.

“She sounds just like you,” Spencer says softly, a small, encouraging smile tugging at his lips.

You glance up at him, the corner of your mouth faintly lifting too. “She always said that strength isn’t just about being tough—it’s about knowing when to lean on others,” you express, your voice steadier now as memories of your aunt, filled with warmth and love, wash over you. “I wish I’d listened more when she said that.”

Spencer nods thoughtfully, absorbing your words as they hang in the air. The soft light spills around you, illuminating the moment as you share this piece of yourself—your pain and love for someone who shaped who you are.

A bittersweet yet comfortable silence falls between you. Spencer shifts, adjusting his position, still holding you, as if creating an invisible barrier against the darkness outside the room that feels so vast and all-consuming.

You lean against him a little more, finding solace in his presence. “Thank you,” you softly say.

“For what?”

“For being you, for being here. You mean a lot to me, you know…”

Spencer can’t help but feel a warmth enveloping his chest at your words; he wishes he could always be that presence of comfort in your life. “You mean a lot to me too,” he adds, vulnerability threading through his otherwise composed demeanor. “And I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Your gaze meets his again, and in the depths of your eyes—filled with remnants of pain mixed with newfound understanding—he sees the cracks beginning to heal. “Thank you, Spence.”

The two of you sit in that intimate silence for a while longer, until finally, he checks the clock again. “It’s late.”

You nod.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Spencer offers softly.

You take a second to contemplate his offer, Spencer can guess your considerations about his offer, the logistics of you not having your car to drive to work tomorrow, but Spencer doesn’t mind getting up earlier tomorrow to swing by your place and drive together. Eventually, you nod again, this time with a sense of quiet gratitude radiating from you.

“That would be nice.” You agree, your voice still soft, but steadier than before. A weak, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you look up at him and Spencer feels how a rush of warmth bloom in his chest.

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goldfades · 10 months ago

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hi i’ve been loving your celly! can i please request 31. "you're such a softie. why do you hide it?" / "i don't really try to hide it, it's just that nobody has ever cared enough to see it." where luke says the first thing to reader? thank you <3

𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | lh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 652

♡ ─ warnings | comfort/hurt, kinda angsty but becomes fluffy at the end!

♡ ─ ev's notes | ofc, i hope you enjoy!!

Luke's lips curved up into a smile as you spoke, warmth filling his heart. It was a hard week for Luke, practices were hard and after a particularly bad game, it seems like everyone was against him - even his own brother. But as you spoke, none of it seemed to matter anymore. You made him feel okay again, even after the roughest week he's had in a while.

In that moment, the weight of the difficulties he faced seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of comfort and reassurance. The troubles of the world faded away as he focused on the warmth of your presence.

"It wasn't your fault." You whispered as Luke laid on your chest. "Hockey is a team sport and just because you messed up once doesn't mean you're a shitty player, okay?"

Luke closed his eyes, taking in the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat beneath him. He didn't know he needed to hear that until you had said it.

"It's just... hard, you know?" Luke murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I let everyone down, especially Jack."

"Jack isn't mad at you, he's mad because of how the game turned out. No one knew you guys were gonna get your asses beat."

Luke let out a laugh at your bluntness as he nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

The sound of Luke's laughter was like music to your ears, a sign that the self-doubt were beginning to disperse. You continued to run your fingers through his curls, offering a comforting touch as he opened up.

"Jack's your brother and he won't be angry forever, he had a tough loss, too. Give him time, okay baby?" You spoke gently as he gave you another nod. Luke nestled closer, appreciating your warm voice and the gentle strokes through his hair.

"Yeah, I know. It's just hard, you know?" Luke mumbled, his vulnerability laid bare as he continued. "I hate feeling like I disappointed him."

Your fingers traced calming circles on his back as you replied, "I get it. But people who care about you, like Jack does, will understand that everyone has their off days. What matters is how you pick yourself up and move forward."

"I'll give him some space," Luke said, determination flickering in his eyes. "And I'll make it up to him. Show him I'm not defined by one bad game."

A comfortable silence settled in between you before Luke spoke up again with a smile. "You're such a softie, why'd you try do hide it?"

"I don't really try to hide it. It's just nobody has cared enough to see it." You shrugged. Your words hung in the air, a reminder of the vulnerability that laid beneath the surface. Luke's gaze softened, his heart swelling.

"Well, I see it," Luke murmured, his voice filled with honesty. "And I'm grateful for it, more than you know."

A tender smile graced your lips, the weight of Luke's gratitude warming you from within. In that moment, the walls you had built around your heart began to crumble, replaced by the warmth of Luke's love for you.

"I guess you caught me," you replied in a playful tone. "But only because you're worth it."

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent pledge of mutual support and understanding. Luke felt a sense of belonging wash over him, a feeling he had longed for but never dared to hope would come true. "Thank you," Luke whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "For being you, for being here."

As the world outside faded into insignificance, you allowed yourself to relish in the simple joy of being together, basking in the warmth of Luke's love. In his presence, you felt seen, heard, and cherished, a realization that filled you with a sense of gratitude. With a gentle sigh, you leaned into Luke's touch, savoring the comfort of his presence.

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btsfests · 9 months ago

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Daddy's Home Fest

There's no better time than when daddy is home.

DILF BTS is coming to a Tumblr near you Spring 2024!

♡ Title: Before, Now and After

♡ Pairing: Alpha Gang Boss!Yoongi x Omega Maid!Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: gang au, dead dove, parent au, a/b/o | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: As the leader of the infamous Bangtan, Yoongi is untouchable and lives life as he pleases. He thinks he has it all until the tall and broad shoulder omegan maid, Kim Seokjin walks into his office and makes Yoongi second guess what he wants in life.

by @sweetestofchaos

Daddy Yoongi and Daddy Seokjin came home June 2. Read Here

♡ Title: Daddy, Daughter, and Dewey Decimals

♡ Pairing: Single Dad!Namjoon x (f)reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Parent AU, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining

♡ Summary: I adored the daddy and daughter duo that came to visit me every week at the library. Sunhee was cute and vivacious and her dad was every single woman's dream. A simple request, one late night, and a slip of the tongue revealing it wasn't just one-sided attraction.

by @remedyx

♡ Title: Dirty Laundry

♡ Pairing: Seokjin x f. reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Slice of life, established married couple, PWP

♡ Summary: When you come across your daughter and Seokjin having a princess-themed tea party, you can't help but fall in love with your husband a little more. It helps that you find him absolutely ravishing in the little pink dress he wears too.

by @sailoryooons

♡ Title: Love Blooms

♡ Pairing: Jin x Hoseok

♡ Rating: MA

♡ Genre: Divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: Summary: Divorced and lost, Jin grapples with self-discovery and single fatherhood. Then, sunshine arrives in the form of Hoseok, helping him explore his desires and build a found family. Their love faces challenges - ex-wife drama, societal disapproval - but together they prove love and acceptance can bloom even in unexpected gardens

by @downbad4yoongi

Daddy Hoseok and Daddy Seokjin came home April 26. Read here!

♡ Title: Lose You to Love Me

♡ Pairing: Yoongi x f! Reader

♡ Rating: 🔞

♡ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

♡ Summary: Yoongi thought he had everything. The woman of his dreams whom he gave everything for. The sweetest Princess who became his whole world the minute she was born and a career he can say he's happy in but what happens when it all comes crumbling down when one small secret blows his marriage open?

by @jmvore

♡ Title: Off Limits

♡ Pairing: Female Reader x Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: smut, porn with very little plot

♡ Summary: You are visiting your family over spring break and discover that the family you used to babysit for are separated. Does this mean Mister Kim is no longer off limits?

by @theharrowing

♡ Title: podcast

♡ Pairing: single father!Namjoon x f! reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: single father AU | fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

♡ Summary: You and Namjoon keep bumping into each other at multiple instances, as if destined to. In a world where past loves and current responsibilities intertwine, Namjoon navigates the complexities of single fatherhood, cherishing the moments with his daughter, Nari, while reflecting on lost love through his popular podcast, "A Loveless Lover." A chance encounter at a daycare center brings him face to face with you, sparking a connection rooted in compassion and shared moments of vulnerability. As their worlds collide, the possibility of new beginnings looms, challenging Namjoon and you to confront the past and consider the future with newfound hope.

by @hobipaint

♡ Title: sakura 🌸

♡ Pairing: king!yoongi x (f) reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: mature, fluff, angst, pining

♡ Summary: yoongi could never figure out how could a sakura tree bloom right on his son’s seventh birthday. logically, atleast, for his kingdom’s soil wasn't blessed enough for beautiful flora; however, when his inspection rounds reveal a trip totally unexpected, and in a crescendo of buried memories, his love for the tree gets as bright as the petals of the blossom.

by @liveyun

♡ Title: Shatter With Me

♡ Pairing: Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader

♡ Rating: MA 18+

♡ Genre: Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | heavy angst, smut, mild fluff

♡ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.

by @colormepurplex2

Daddy Jungkook came home April 24. Read here!

♡ Title: Since Day One

♡ Pairing: teacher!jimin x teacher! f. reader

♡ rating: 18+

♡ Genre: enemies to lovers, coworker au, single father au

♡ Summary: Being a Pre-K teacher is no easy feat, but Jimin is always up for the challenge. However, on his first day on the job, he makes an enemy in the parking lot before he even sets foot inside the building. Looks like this school year won’t be all sunshine and rainbows after all.

by @jjungkookislife

Daddy Jimin came home April 6. Read here!

♡ Title: baby fangs

♡ Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

♡ Rating: Explicit/18+

♡ Genre: Urban fantasy, vampires, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

♡ Summary: As a human, Jungkook thought life was meaningless. It isn’t until he dies that he finds something worth living for: the family he never had.

by @gimmethatagustd

#bts fanfic #bts fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts collab #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts fests #bts #daddys home fest #dilf bts

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livingslime · 2 months ago

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Hi hii!! I am INLOVEEE with Anselm liek, a lot. Sou I have a few questions if it's okay!! (❁´◡`❁)

1. How would Anselm react if MC was also a yandere?

2. What is his love language or What love language does he prefer?

3. How would Anselm react if MC wanted to marry him?

That's all ^^! And please remember to rest and take breaks while working on the game and to also work on your personal life <33 Love u and the game!!!

Hello! I'm so happy to hear that, really!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞♡♡

How would Anselm react if the MC was also a yandere?

He'd love the idea of mutual obsession, finally having the MC's undivided attention and love. Because he understands the MC's intense feelings, his biggest fear would be the MC hurting themselves or doing something dangerous out of love for him. He would go to extreme lengths to prove his devotion, so the MC doesn't have to.

2. What is his love language or What love language does he prefer?

Anselm's love language are usually expressed through acts of service and words of affirmation. His love for cooking would be one of his most genuine, heartfelt ways of expressing care for the MC. Cooking would allow him to control an aspect of the MC’s well-being—he’d make sure everything he serves is nutritious, comforting, and tailored to their preferences. He’d be very attentive to their reactions, watching closely for any signs of enjoyment!

Anselm can be quite shy at times, he has a quiet appreciate for physical touch from the MC. Although he might blush or look away when the MC initiates, he would secretly love it, finding comfort and reassurance in their touch. It would be a way for him to feel close to them without needing to express his feelings through words.

He also would deeply value quality time with the MC! he would cherish moments of quiet closeness, where the two of them can just be together, even if they aren’t doing anything particularly eventful.

3. How would Anselm react if MC wanted to marry him?

He'd pull out a ring from his pocket, ready to slip it onto the MC's finger right then and there!

Thank you so much for worrying about me, that is literally so sweet of you (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ ˚♡♡ I'm gonna tear up!

Hehe, take care of yourself too xoxo ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

Thank you for reaching out!

#💊 - Answered #💊 - Scenario

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jmliebert · 1 year ago

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✿HALSIN HEADCANONS✿

his love language involves touch, a quiet yearning, and deep respect

soft touches

despite their size and strength, his hands are surprisingly delicate and warm; he's a healer after all. when he's massaging your sore neck, his eyes are focused, and his moves are skilful, leaving you melting under his caring touch

on the flip side Halsin finds deep joy in the tender act of having his hair played with, often gently humming or dozing off during this exchange

also he gives you a lot of tender kisses on your shoulder from behind, saying he loves you

yearning and worshipping

he loves to cherish you with his words, but I feel that at heart, Halsin is a silent watcher, always observing, always admiring. his eyes full of admiration, never cease to appreciate the beauty before him

there is no shame with him; he'd be truly devastated if you hid anything from him, as he adores your body, viewing it as a *nature gift*

with him, you're free to be yourself because he sees more than just your body. whether you are small or big in size, whether you have pubic hair or not, and regardless of your gender, he doesn't care about these

absolutely, one thing that genuinely matters to him is that you have a healthy body; it's something he sees and cares about

if you're a woman, he might be particularly drawn to wider hips. they seem to resonate with his druidic connection to nature and the cycle of life, evoking a sense of fertility that he finds appealing

the allure of nature sparks a fire within him. your naked body glistening in the river's, skin shining under the sun or moonlight, makes him easily aroused . in close embrace, his hot passion manifests, as you are feeling something hard and willing against your thigh...

sex

well, let me just say it that it's hard to make Halsin shy

he's into breeding and can play for a long time if you know what I mean

he couldn't get enough of you at times, restless whenever near you

he's strong, and this strength often manifests in bed. he enjoys experimenting with positions that require physical power, effortlessly lifting you as if you weighed nothing

also very open to trying new things, as long as both you and he are comfortable with it (mutual respect- remember?). would never force you to do something you don't like, he would hate to make you uncomfortable like this

if you were pregnant he would be aroused all the time seeing your swollen belly, symbol of your fertility

from time to time he takes you rough from behind

making a lot of noises, loud ones, almost animalistic. his head bowed and groaning straight into your ear, making your feral

if you were pregnant he would be aroused all the time seeing your swollen belly

after all, he enjoys having you in his arms, feeling the warmth of your sweaty skin against his, and he always wakes up before you ready for another round or sweet cuddles, bye :')

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡

#halsin #bg3 halsin #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate halsin #halsin headcanons #halsin x tav #halsin x you #bg3 halsin imagine #halsin imagine #intimate halsin #halsin daddy #bg3 #halsin bg3 #halsin silverbough #halsin smut

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esthxio · 1 year ago

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YOU'RE SICK??

Get well soon! Get enough rest, dont push yourself too much, keep yourself hydrated and dont skip any meals<33

It's a miracle I haven't thrown up any of the food I've ate, both solid and liquid

MY FEVER EARLIER WAS SO BAD DUDE

It's not that bad currently and in the progress of getting better but coughing is literally painful

Dw I've been taking my meds and getting a lot of sleep

#Made with Love:シオン #His Cherished: Mutuals♡

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justlemmeadoreyou · 7 months ago

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hi sweetie. can you do headcanons of boyfriend!harry while he and reader are in 1D but the media doesn't know about the relationship??

You first met at a bakery and bonded over your mutual love of sweet treats. Harry thought you were adorably flustered whenever he flirted shamelessly with his terrible baking puns.

At first, Harry assumed it would just be a casual fling. But he quickly fell for your warm, easygoing spirit that allowed him to be himself without any pretense.

You were in awe of how attentive and caring Harry was. He went out of his way to make you feel special with little romantic gestures like surprise treats or flowers.

Secretly dating was incredibly difficult with Harry constantly on tour. You missed him terribly during those long stretches apart.

But Harry made sure you never doubted his feelings, sending thoughtful little gifts and sweet, flirty texts to brighten your day.

"Meeting you was the easiest decision, love. Can't wait to see you again soon. xx"

On rare nights off, you'd sneak into Harry's hotel room for a passionate reunion after weeks apart. Those stolen intimate moments were pure bliss.

You hated having to slink out before sunrise so no one would catch you leaving. But seeing Harry's bright smile when you reunited made the secrecy worth it.

"There's my gorgeous girl," Harry would beam, pulling you in for a searing kiss. "Few more hours until I have to let you go again."

He daydreamed about finally being able to go public, walking red carpets with you proudly on his arm for the world to see.

"Soon, my love. One day everyone will know just how crazy I am about you," Harry promised earnestly.

For now, he cherished your private little love story, the secret glances and inside jokes you shared.

Harry loved bringing you back home-cooked meals from catering after shows, wanting to pamper and care for you.

"Look what I snuck out for you, sweetness - your favorite pasta!" He'd grin triumphantly at your delighted reaction.

You'd have to stifle giggles as Harry snuck you mischievous looks during interviews, barely containing his fondness.

After, he'd pull you into a secluded corner for a heated kiss. "Been dying to do that all day, petal."

Harry lived for your soft, sleepy smiles first thing in the morning, his heart overflowing with adoration.

"G'morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He'd murmur, pressing tender kisses to your bare shoulder.

You'd playfully roll your eyes at his cheesy pet names like "love," "sweetness," and "darling." But you secretly loved the endearing terms.

Sometimes Harry couldn't resist snapping secret photos of you - your adorable bedhead, your crinkly-eyed smile, your look of pure bliss after intimacy.

"Look at this one, babe, you're so pretty here," He'd grin dopily as you blushed, burying your face in his chest with an embarrassed whine.

The nights would be spent in the bed, your fingers intertwined as he fucked you-claiming each other.

He would be proud, almost too proud- of how he can reduce you to a whimpering mess, just by a flick of his tongue against your swollen clit.

Rough, full thrusts into your weeping cunt while he praises you for being a good girl. his good girl. his pretty girl, his everything.

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theyluvlyss · 6 months ago

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"...𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐭, '𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'..."

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

no real summary, just some loose thoughts I have, per the request😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x finney blake - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

70s-80s (🤷🏽‍♀️) - the grabber doesn't exist - finney's dad isn't a p.o.s.😃

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

FLUFFFF - I think I cussed just a little😆🤏🏽 - finney being the best boyfriend you'll ever have in your life - short/small mentions of bruises/scars - me getting carried away

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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It's true, they did. Not that either you or Finney could deny such a claim because that's exactly what it felt like. What it was. Innocent, blissful, doting puppy love.

Who's "they", you ask?

Well, literally everyone. Your parent(s), his father and sister, your friends, his friends, other peers/classmates... hell, even the strangers that looked at you two long enough, observing, could tell- No, feel the love radiating from you two at what seemed like all times.

Which you found surprising, seeing as you two were under the impression that your relationship was kept rather private to the naked eye, but I'll get to that in a second.

Even before you two had made it official, the mutual crush was painfully obvious to any and everyone around. It was in the way your eyes would find their way over to him whenever he walked into the classroom, worry filling them to the brim should he adorn any bruises and/or scars from any bullies of his.

The way he'd fidget whenever you were in his line of sight, biting his thumb at his desk if you sat close enough to him or clicking that space-themed pen over and over again when you breezed by him in the halls.

God forbid you said hi to him when you did. Poor thing would just melt, remember he had to respond back, and then go, "H-...hi...!" when you were already long gone😭.

And oh my god, you'd better believe Gwen and Robin were getting an earful, damn near every topic of conversation somehow circling back to you. Vice versa for Donna, knowing it was no use trying to pry any other subject from that brain of yours because it was all muddled with "Finney this..." and "Finney that..."

So yeah, though elated when you two finally became an item, nobody was shocked. Not even a little.

But anyhow, dating Finney is so sweet, and quiet, and peaceful (if that makes sense). It's just very loving and calming, with LOTS of a reassuring being done between the both of you. I feel as though Finney is just a naturally semi-anxious person but he also masks really well, so for the first while of your relationship, you spent it gently poking and prodding away, letting him know he could trust you fully with any and everything.

It's lots of sweet touches - hand holding, you rubbing his shoulders/back/arms often, him moving hair from out of your face or shooing away small bugs/dust from your person, face cupping - little things that bring about butterflies, even if it's been months (maybe even years) into the relationship😭.

AND THE KISSESSSSJFJEKDO omg- (sorry I just💀🥴-) He's such a huge fan of little pecks, I mean, sure... an actual KISS-kiss or a makeout sesh is fun-cool-awesome whatever, but bro actually forgets how to breathe for a second when you randomly peck him on the cheek or lips. The biggest grin in the whole world just spawns on his face if you bound up to him and the first thing you do is, "Hey, Finn!" and give him a lil' kiss right there on his nose.

And forehead kisses are something sooo special to him. He gives those out left and right, yes he does😌. There's something about them that just makes him feel like he's cherishing you and that he's just pouring all of his love and adoration into you, y'know? Plus, he loves the way you'll watch him carefully each time, too. Like, not saying he's the biggest fan of being watched at all, but in this instance, he doesn't mind and actually wants you to see/prepare for that special kiss he's delivering.

Which, speaking of, he's not fond of PDA. If anything, the most he can tolerate is hand-holding and just a short/small peck when you greet each other. But anything more, he's pretty inclined to reserve it for when you two are alone. Or at most, amongst well-known/close friends/family. Although, he won't shy/pull away if you want to hold his hand under the table/desk. And he won't move away if your legs or shoulders are touching if you two are doing/working on something together.

Cuddling/hugging? Bed and/or couch activity only, and can not - I repeat - CAN NOT be interrupted, or he'll be so salty about it. Again, it's a very special thing for him, getting to hold you, feel you, hear your heartbeat (or vice versa if you're laying on his chest). He gets to just sit and admire you, whether it be in comfortable silence or if you two are quietly talking, using this time to memorize each and every single feature on your face over and over again (hoping you're doing the same for him). So yeah, Gwen waltzing right on in without knocking, or your parent calling you two down for dinner definitely kills that vibe for him.

You might giggle at the way he goes, "mncht..." and rolls his eyes, but baby, he ain't laughing at all💀.

Hell, even you two talking with each other is pretty intimate and soft. He's never once raised his voice at you (even if he's upset), is always asking your opinions/thoughts on things and what the vibe is before moving forward, and the only time you've ever spoken over each other is when you guys are hyperfixating on a common topic and are getting really excited.

WHICH ‼️‼️ omg if you're an astrology girly, lord knows this boy... You got him, he's hooked, he's never leaving you alone. Fate - sealed. While yes, he's an astroNOMY guy, which is more science-based and leans towards a more logical outlook, he loves that with you/astroLOGY comes this inate belief and spiritual outlook. He LOVES that you've attached meanings to the stars and space-stuff that he already really fucks with. Like, star signs and shit? He might not fully understand it (will definitely strive to, though), but oh my god, he practically foams at the mouth when you start listing them off, giving definitions, pointing out the connections between yours and his, etcetc.

And on the flipside, he loves that you let him pop off about whatever he's got in the tank. Black holes, other planets outside our solar system, the possibility of extraterrestrial life, rockets,,, whatever he's spitting, you're all ears without even a shred of judgment.

Plus, like I mentioned, there's a lot of healthy communication/checking in between the both of you. Lots of, "Are you okay?" "How are you feeling?" "Did you eat today?" "What'cha thinking about?" "I'll call you later today/tonight, okay?" type of stuff, along with the silly, all over the place topics and the long, "today was shit" rants, of course.

To try and sum it up/ball up the millions of other things I have running through my mind (I'm trying not to make this longer than it needs to be💀✋🏽), he's basically a huge sucker for the love between you two. Loves that you listen and loves listening to you, loves knowing that you're there (especially physically, like, again, not a huge fan of PDA but really, truly can't get enough of your touches and calming rubs and cute little pokes/boops soooo😗... *cut to Finney wayyy too eager to get to either yours or his house so he can shut his brain off and cuddle with you*). He loves loving you and being with you, like...

AUGHFHSJH and he LOVES making you happy, finding every and any new way to impress you. He likes taking you to go get snacks from the Grab'n'Go; I'm talking the second this man gets a LITTLE bit of change from who knows where, the first thing on his mind is, "What should I get (Y/N)?" Or taking you along with Robin to the drive in when they go see movies, or to the diner to get milkshakes...

In all honesty, anything - spending time with you outside of school - is a date to him. Y'all could walk circles around a small ass park fifty-million times, and he'll drop you off at home like, "I had fun today. Thank you for letting me take you out :)♡." Like what a sweetie😭.

But if it's an "actual" date you're craving, he'll come up with and spend hours prepping little makeshift ideas that he'll enlist Gwen to help him with. Some of his best have been stargazing (with all of the stops, of course - snacks, drinks, books to read and flashlights, blankets and pillows, etcetc.), library dates where you guys spend nearly the whole day skimming through each and every section to look for new interests and topics, 👹CRAFTING!!!👹...

Finney is a craft king, argue with the wall😐.

Point is,,, Finney Blake loves you to the moon and back, and is still in mild shock that you feel the same way (y'all could be married with twins, a dog, and two cats and bro will wake up next to you in the morning like, "...She loves me🥹🩵??"), and if allotted, I'd go on forever and ever.

But I won't😻!

If asked one of these days, though, I would totally be down for writing general headcannons about all of the boys +Donna and Gwen +Max and other adults and characters that aren't canon but might as well be canon in my head because I have SO many thoughts😃...😀...*eye twitches*...

soyeahanywaysBYE👋🏽✨️.

𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬...

for both the long wait and the fact that I went a little crazy at the end, but it's fine xD🩷. I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope it satisfies. I feel like there's some parts where I fell off a little bit and then got back into the groove, but yeah...

good news is, I can only improve from here, so don't be shy to request more :)!

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merbear25 · 1 month ago

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Hi Meerr! It's Cami ☆

I thought your kinktober event had closed, so I'm happy it didn't! I wanted to ask you for something that's been on my mind for a while. I've been thinking about having sex in a cemetery (look, Idk where the thought came from, but it's eating me up) aaaand then I saw that the Day 19 seems free. So, I'd like to request something with Law (yk, my man) or Mihawk. Fem reader.

Thank you! I adore you and your work ♡

Cami!!! Girl, you KNOW how much I adore writing for you. Either of those men would've been great, but I couldn't resist writing for your man. Hope you like it 💜🧡

No one understood what you saw in him: the man who seemed to sulk at parties and stalk the grounds that housed the dead. Getting to know him was difficult, getting him alone even more so. There wasn’t a challenge you couldn’t overcome, so long as you wanted it enough—and Law was a challenge that you had your heart set on.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, public sex (cemetery), vaginal penetration, undefined relationship, somewhat rough, dirty talk

The dead don’t speak (Law)

The silent type. An air of mystery that had many gravitating to him, though next to none were kept in his orbit. With the intensity of the sun, he turned many away while completely shattering any ideas of having a future with him. Even when leaving a trail of broken hearts, you followed that path to him nonetheless.

His cold, deadpan stare didn’t phase you. In fact, it sparked further interest in you. The exterior he wore of stern bleakness began to show some cracks the more time you spent around him. Although his expressions remained relatively unchanged, there were bits of warmth in his attitude towards you: softened looks, a more relaxed stance, and allowing you to be physically closer to him. When you sat together, your legs brushed against each other, walking together led to your hands lightly grazing, and the eye contact you shared lingered more and more.

With no lines drawn to show the extent of your relationship, there was still an evident understanding of the mutual trust—a friendship that you cherished, and one that he wouldn’t trade for anything.

Sitting outside on the bench that you frequented together, the unusually sunny weather was coming to an end. The clouds were rolling in, thick gray that hung above without any threat of rain. The overcast set an ominous curtain over the town.

You took a deep breath, while closing your eyes. The smell of crisp leaves filled the air and their scent carried past you, the wind brushing through your locks.

His stare was locked on you. Unwavering from the gentleness held in your face, the intensity could be seen even through shut eyes.

“Yes?” You asked softly. You felt him shifting away from you. “You were staring again. Is there something on your mind?”

“I wasn’t staring.” His denial was unconvincing.

You hummed in understanding, guessing that this type of attention was making his lightly tanned cheeks burn.

“Would you…” he began, clearly embarrassed before he even spat out the question, “like to go for a stroll? There’s a place not far from here that is beautiful this time of year.”

Despite the slight hesitation in his tone, you saw through that—knowing that this was his way of wanting to connect.

“I’d love that.”

The twisting path passed over the road and through the tall trees; the changing colors of the leaves were breathtaking even under the gloomy sky. Approaching the knee high black metal bars, the perimeter they set was overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. Most of the headstones were illegible, unable to tell the stories of those to whom they were assigned.

“This cemetery has been lost to time it seems.” Law gestured to the faceless stone markers.

Your solemn nod could be felt even with his back turned.

“But they live on in other ways,” he continued. “And the life that surrounds them sinks into the earth and reaches them.” Leaning against one of them, his eyes burrowed into you, seemingly hanging on each way your facial muscles twitched.

“And how often do you come here?”

“Fairly often. Even those without names deserve visitors.”

The melancholic tone when paired with the grim audience should have sent chills down your spine, and yet you were left entranced by his dark charm. A faint smile played on your lips.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t deny them that.” You walked towards him, not sure what move you were playing at or how he’d react once you got there, but he had a pull on you, one which was growing stronger and stronger.

He unfolded his arms and his stern gaze softened. You positioned yourself between his legs, the uncertainty of how he would react caused your heart to pound like a drum. As you leaned in, his lips parted slightly and his eyes fell to your lips, giving you every reason to believe that he had the same idea.

Your first kiss started feverishly, but within the first few moments, the blanket that was covering your carnal interest was ripped off and left the both of you exposed to the elements. Desperate for warmth, you threw your arms around his neck. He snaked around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

One of his hands traced the outline of your body. Each curve you offered him was a temptation in its own right: your hips, the subtle dip in your waist, and the soft curvature of your breast. Your sweet sounds were muffled against his lips. When his hand trailed along your jaw, his thumb gently gripped your chin, pulling it open. His own need to explore your mouth overwhelmed you, but you gladly drowned in the pools of your lust.

“Oh, Law,” you gasped in a shaky breath.

“What is it?” He breathed.

“I want more…”

He groaned from your admission. Pushing you against the cold stone, he hesitantly slipped his hand under your panties. The slick warmth waiting for him fueled his actions.

“Already so wet for me? Such an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He growled against your ear, licking your earlobe to make you shudder.

Promptly, he picked you up and balanced you on the thick slab. The forceful tug of your pants and underwear left red marks along your hips and outer thighs.

The cool autumn wind grazed against the exposed skin, luring Law’s tattooed hands to roam your lower half. The firm squeeze of him on your hips made you gasp softly—his hands somehow being colder than the chilly air. Holding you closely, his touch was firm yet caring. Your legs were hooked over his forearms, leaving his hands to caress your back and hold you in place.

As the head of his length pressed into you, your body welcomed him eagerly. The spasms coursing through your lower half made your breath hitch, causing you to choke on your own moans. He pulled himself closer to you, his fingers digging into your back as he groaned from the sheer bliss of you wrapping around him.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

When he began bucking into you, your fingers tore at his long-sleeved shirt. Your hot breath against his ear as you panted through the surges of bliss only fanned the flames of passion. His craving to feel you unravel fueled him—slamming into you became a necessity.

Chasing that high but wanting to enjoy each moment fogged his mind. He was getting lost in the moment: your legs trembling, your sloppy cunt coating him entirely, and your lewd sounds passing those soft lips of yours.

“So fucking good,” you moaned.

“Yeah, you like that? Like how I make you feel? Hm?” His thrusts grew more aggressive. That image he had of you screaming his name and losing your mind was going to become reality—he’d make sure of it.

You whimpered a meek ‘yes’ that was barely audible above the slapping of wet skin. His grip on you tightened. The sting of his nails in your back made you quake, practically shoving you over the edge right there and then.

He reached his breaking point, though. Unable to hold back from the intoxicating aroma flooding between you, his desperate drive bullied against your g-spot. Clawing at his shoulders, the convulsions of your orgasm sent him spiraling into the abyss.

Cries for each other fell on the ears that would never be able to gossip of your questionable deed. The sound of newfound lovers echoed in the woods, and your huffs of descending ecstasy tangled with the caws of the crows perched above.

The beads of sweat on his forehead began trickling down the sides of his face. You wiped it away with your thumb. Stroking him, your tenderness melted his harsh exterior like butter. Pressing his lips against yours, his body which was cool to the touch earlier had warmed up from the heat of the moment.

You weren’t sure where your relationship with Law would lead. However, for the time being, you sat next to him in contentment. The afterglow of your escapade was dimming, but the connection you had was burning brighter by the day.

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cherigu · 1 year ago

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Confessions!

Genre: smut, best friends / roommates to lovers Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: light angst, mutual pining, emotional constipation, grinding, begging, praising, finger sucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, virginity loss, riding, jk cums inside Note: this is part 2 of lessons. it can be read as a stand-alone, but the plot may require context

The one thing Jeongguk had never done, was take the moments with you for granted. He learned to cherish the times you spent together and held them near and dear to his heart, for the memories were sure to live with him forever. He absorbed every detail and engraved it deep into his mind.

A beautiful day at the beach. The way your healthy, radiant skin glowed from underneath the sun. Soft hands gently smoothing the sunscreen onto his skin because you wanted him to be protected. The angelic sound of your laughter after splashing him with the warm, salty ocean water. Everything about your friendship was perfect.

Now, guilt viciously gnawed at his heart, sending painful stings throughout his whole body. With every second passed he reminisced the times when the two of you actually had a real friendship.

It’s not like the two of you had fallen off, the dynamic of the bond had simply shifted to something unrecognizable, something his younger self would’ve scoffed at and found impossible of ever happening. He especially hated how it had been his fault that everything went downhill. He never meant for it to get like this, unfortunately, he let his emotions get the best of him.

What were meant to be simple lessons, had become a usual occurrence. The late-night talks had been long overshadowed by thick clouds of lust, with the two of you exploring each other’s bodies instead of minds.

He was sure neither of you still considered these nights “tutoring” anymore, more so a shitty excuse to get each other off whenever needed. Though the two of you had never gone all the way, being intimate with you was something he had only dreamed of.

But why was it that instead of feeling closer to you, he felt farther? Because he had chosen to be selfish. He chose to run as far away from you as possible, all while being tangled in your sheets for the night.

Your touch was like a drug, so addictive, and always left him craving more. It was at that point that he knew he had to save himself. He began to distance himself from you emotionally, knowing that you’d likely run back to your fruitless hookups and leave him longing for you. If he ran, you wouldn’t be able to hurt him from afar.

What he didn’t know is that ever since that day, your old habits had been finally put to rest. Unhealthy dependencies on other men to suppress the feelings you had towards your Jeongguk had become repulsive to you. Never daring to even breathe another man’s air, your mind had become fully dedicated to Jeongguk.

You no longer stood in denial about how you felt about Jeongguk, you had feelings for him and that was for sure. The only problem now was the growing distance between the two of you he seemed to establish. You knew it shouldn’t hurt. He was clear about what he needed, help. Now that he had gained experience, it was only a matter of time before he stopped seeking your aid.

You had considered talking to him, maybe something else was bothering him? Or maybe you were trying to deny the obvious once again. The last thing you wanted was to cross lines and make him uncomfortable, he never had been good at expressing himself after all. Asking him about something that only seemed to be affecting you felt selfish, and you’d rather not put him through unnecessary pressure.

He, on the other hand, had planned to talk to you sooner or later. He knew it was something he couldn’t avoid, the conversation would come up one way or another. Whether you initiated it, or he did. Had you even noticed a difference?

Anytime he tried to bring up the topic, he’d find himself at a loss for words. There were many ways to approach this situation, but none of them felt right. Whichever he’d end up choosing, he knew it’d cost him a little bit of his pride and a lot of mental courage.

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For the nth time that night, he got up to the kitchen. He’d turn on the tap and let it run for a bit, pretending he was doing nothing more than getting a glass of water. The truth was he wasn’t even thirsty, the trips to the kitchen were a mere strategy to walk by your room and see if you were still awake.

Although it was late he knew you were a night owl, but still the gap between the floor and your door showed no signs of light. Just as he was about to return to bed and call it a night, he heard the faint sound of music playing, and he then knew that you were probably still on your phone.

He took the chance to go up to your door, stopping before his hand came in contact with the wood. He still didn’t know what he’d say but if he waited until he knew how to talk about his feelings, he’d never speak.

The sound of barely-there knocks stirred your attention away from the video you were currently watching, to the door. “Jeongguk?” You asked, knowing it couldn’t be anyone else other than him but still confused as to why he was up so late.

“Yea” He whispered, “Can I come in?”

“Of course Gukkie” You sat up from the comfortable lying position you had previously been in to welcome him. Jeongguk took a few steps inside your dark room before stopping to admire the view he had been presented with.

The dim light of the moon spilled into your room, illuminating nothing other than the most beautiful person in there. He felt his brain short-circuit and conveniently knock the words out of his mouth just from simply seeing you in your pajamas.

The rise of your shorts exposed the smooth skin of your plump ass he loved grabbing so much, knowing it fit into his large hands every time. Right beneath it was your thighs, so plush and soft, made for him to be buried in between. Finally, your soft tummy he never missed a chance to kiss. Every inch of you was so perfect to him, no one would be able to admire you as much as he did.

He snapped back into reality at the sound of your voice “Is everything okay?” to which he simply hummed in return. “Come sit” You contrasted your worried expression with a warm smile, patting the empty spot next to you. You couldn’t lie and say you weren��t a bit concerned. Apart from not sounding too convincing, he looked tense and hesitant, like something was bothering him.

“ ‘m okay” He whispered while sitting down, sensing your unease. “Good” You simply said and looked at him, unsure if you should say anything else or wait for him to continue. Nothing. Silence engulfed the room while you stared at his low-hanging head. “Gukkie..” You began, noticing his odd body language. It was then that he cut you off, not that you really know what you were going to say in the first place.

“I- I umm– have something to tell you” He started, still avoiding eye contact. “Okay,” You replied, letting him know you were all ears. Silence consumed the room once more, but it wasn’t long before he met his gaze with yours. The words bubbled in his throat, ready to spill. He tried to take a moment to recollect his mind and properly communicate his feelings, but before he was able to form a coherent thought, his mouth acted on its own.

“I have f-feelings for you” He admitted, cheeks beginning to tint pink as he fondled with his fingers. He found it easier to avoid your eyes this time, only being strong enough to look at you when he said it the first time. But now that he heard nothing come from your end, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole.

Meanwhile, the timing couldn’t have been so wrong on your end. Despite your best friend being vulnerable in front of you about how he felt, the heat that rushed to your core was inevitable. Who could resist a shy, stuttering boy who had just confessed? Not you for sure. You’d definitely give this conversation time, another night when the air isn’t so hot because right now, the only thing on your mind was him and his cock in your mouth

You raised your right hand out to his chin, gently lifting his face with your pointer finger while your thumb caressed the boiling skin of his cheek. “Is that so?” You teased, wanting to hear him talk more. “Yea– always have” He choked back a little, feeling insanely flustered under your dark gaze. “Y-you don’t have to tell me how you feel right now, just uhh– take your ti-”

His voice got caught in his throat when you removed your thumb from his cheek and tapped it on his bottom lip, signaling him to open up. He knew this gesture all too well, body working on its own as your thumb entered his mouth while his lips closed around it. “Shhhh” you tilted your head, “How about.. Instead of telling you how I feel, I show you”

Your free hand landed on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing underneath your palm. “Hm?” You pushed your thumb slightly deeper, causing his eyes to become glazed with tears. Although he couldn’t speak, he frantically nodded for you to continue.

Any sort of embarrassment for his earlier confession had melted into pure arousal. Your thumb in his mouth and hand on top of his semi-hard made his mind grow blank, needing nothing but the feel of your touch all over him.

You decided to pull your thumb away, asking him to verbally confirm it was okay for you to continue, to which he responded with a desperate "yes." You took this as your cue to pull his face close to yours, desperately attacking his lips with everything you had. Exploring his mouth like a starved woman, situating yourself on top of Jeongguk’s lap to softly grind down onto his cock until it was fully erect.

“Feels good r-right there” He pulled away to whisper, loving how your clothed core rubbed against his hard-on. “I haven’t even started yet baby” You chuckled, digging your hands through his fluffy locks before harshly pulling him back into your lips. Nipping gently at his bottom lip, you took the chance to press down harder onto his lap.

The sensitive whines that slipped from your boy’s lips were all it took for you to halt your movements with a final kiss, stepping down from his lap onto your knees. You decided to not take longer than you needed, knowing he was most likely aching by now. With hurried movements, you removed his sweats and underwear in one go to release him.

His length proudly sprung out, reddened tip hitting his lower abdomen in the process. The precum that had leaked was smeared all over his tip, presumably from the grinding earlier. You took him into your hand to pump him a few times, lowering your head down to leave a trail of kisses up his thigh before hearing his desperate plea.

“Y/n, please…” He slurred, lifting his hips up from the mattress to chase your mouth with his cock, needing the lips he loved so much wrapped around him.

“So needy, should I give my good boy what he wants?” You tutted, slapping his cock against your bottom lip teasingly. “Mmhm, promise ‘ll be good all night just for you” He breathed out at the lack of movement on your end. “And how will you do that baby?”

The question was short-lived as Jeongguk was quick to dip his hand, swiftly pushing your shorts to the side only to discover you had no panties on. Not only did that turn him on even more, but it made his job easier to slowly rub your arousal all over your soaked cunt.

Your voice broke out into a long moan, both at the surprise and pleasure of the situation. “Like this” He used two fingers to spread your folds, massaging the middle while slightly prodding at your hole. Your hunger for him grew when he began to enter you, causing your body to jerk towards him and simultaneously take him into your mouth.

You started with his tip, rubbing your tongue onto his sensitive spot before moving it to run along the bottom of his shaft. The pants that left his parted lips only motivated you to do more, as well as the curl of his fingers inside of you.

Wrapping your lips fully around his tip, you sunk down as far as you could down his shaft, making sure to take him into your throat. Jeongguk’s hand stuttered, freezing as he felt your throat constrict around him. Still, he continued to pump in and out of you to feel the vibrations of your moans coarse through his skin.

Slightly pushing farther down, you gagged around his veiny shaft before pulling back up. “Such a big cock” you muttered, lifting your hand to cup his balls and lightly fondle them. He fought the pleasure to reply to you, broken voice letting out a breathy “yours” before throwing his head back while moaning.

You continued to toy with his balls for a moment while he played with your puffy pussy. The way his fingers grazed the spongy tissue inside of you had your toes curling in anticipation for release.

Sinking back down, you bobbed your head up and down with a pace similar to the one he had established with his fingers. Speaking of, your core was beginning to grow hot. The pit in your stomach was overtaken by a hot coil ready to snap at any moment.

You never faltered to slow down regardless, taking his length into your throat with the occasional swirl of your tongue. Making sure to gag around him as much as possible, you knew it made him all weak for you. His balls began to tighten in your hand along with his thighs going tense under your free hand. Hollowing out your cheeks, you met his eyes with yours as he came back up to watch you fasten your movements.

“Ah, w-wait, ‘m gonna cum” He stuttered, struggling to say the words. All of his senses had died out, no longer being able to focus on anything but your sweet mouth working so well around him. You lifted your head to speak, not planning on wasting much time before getting back to work.

Sliding a hand down your shorts onto your clit, you began to massage the swollen nub to add to the friction of his fingers. “Me too baby, cum in my mouth, yea? Said you’d be good for me” You panted, ready to sink back down before he spoke again. “Wait”

“Wanna be inside of you, please” He pleaded with his big, glossy doe eyes that made it hard to say no to, not like you were planning on doing so anyway.

“Are you sure Gukkie?” You asked taken aback, feeling dizzy at the thought of finally being able to take his fat cock inside of you, but needing reassurance first. “Yes, yes, please, wanna be inside of you, y/n, pleasee” He whined, feeling his cock throb in desperate need of release.

Satisfied with his answer, you wasted no time climbing back onto his lap, quickly discarding your shorts. Since it was his first time, you wanted to make this easier for him, so you’d take control.

He positioned himself to lean his head back against the headboard, feeling your exposed cunt rest on top of his cock. Taking advantage of the leaking arousal from both parties, you experimentally slid up and down his cock to keep the orgasms at bay.

Taking his face into your hands, you gave him a quick reminder before starting. You stared at his pretty glassy eyes and swollen lips, parted to release breathy whines while he gripped at your hips. “If at any moment you want to stop, or something doesn’t feel right, let me know, okay love?" You whispered. “M’kay” He replied softly, ready for what he’d been waiting for forever.

Taking his cock into your hand, you gently positioned him along your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. “Fuck Jeongguk” Despite having some experience up your sleeve, Jeongguk definitely has to be the biggest. It was going to take a while to adjust to his size, so you decided to wait before starting any movement at all. As for Jeongguk, the adam's apple on his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Breathe, ‘m with you, baby”

Your sweet voice helped him regain composure, nodding at you in confirmation that he was okay to begin. Catching on, you squeezed his waist with your thighs on either side, making it easier to support yourself as you slowly began to bounce on his cock.

He was long enough to hit the right spots and girthy enough to rub along your walls deliciously. He became increasingly vocal as he felt your velvety walls flutter around him. “N-not gonna last, y/n” He warned, feeling your pace pick up once you both had adjusted to the new sensations.

“Im close too Gukkie, don't– ah, worry about t-that” You panted, leaning down to kiss the worries away from the visible frown on his forehead. Knowing he was feeling good put you at ease, enough to experiment with a harder pace, not too fast, but one that had his cock pushing deeper inside of you.

His abs flexed underneath you, warning you that he’d spill soon. He felt overwhelmed in a good way, he never though it could have ever gotten better from your mouth or hands. Feeling the wetness cream around the base of his cock everytime you bounced had his vision growing white and breath cutting short.

Aside from what he felt, seeing your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure was a sight that tipped him more over the edge within the second. He could no longer think, letting the words come out of his mouth on their own.

“Wanna cum inside you y/n, let me cum inside please” He cried, knowing he was close to his orgasm. “Need to c-cum, inside… inside” He babbled, letting the hot tears fall down his cheek without shame.

“S-shit, my baby’s taken me so well, I think he deserves it, hm?" You asked, never missing a beat, especially now more than ever. “Yes! Yes, please” He chanted, “Faster”

The ringing in your ears from your incoming climax prevented you from hearing him, fastening your pace nevertheless as you chased your orgasm. The knot in your stomach began to untangle, feeling the white heat crawl up your body and take over your senses. The only thing you could afford to do right now was a plea.

“Im cumming, shit baby cum with me, fill me up and cream my pussy like the good boy you are” You slurred, bouncing on his cock rapidly while your orgasm coursed through your veins.

Your words were all it took for Jeongguk to begin shooting his thick, white ropes of cum into you. His damp face looked so pretty underneath you, sweat lightly coating his forehead and tears running down his cheeks. His pretty whines began to form into words as he mindlessly began to speak through his high, “Love you, love you, fuck, I love you, y/n” He cried out, feeling his cock grow numb from overstimulation.

This isn’t the way he planned on telling you, but he couldn’t do much about the strong feeling that overcame him as he finished inside of you, his body enveloped with your own. His mind was empty with nothing but you, you, and you.

On the other hand, you smiled like an idiot at his confession. After coming down from your high, you dropped your body on top of his, not bothering to slip him out just yet. His breathing was still heavy and his skin felt like it was on fire, so you gently wiped the hair out of his face and kissed his cheek before taking him into your embrace.

“You okay, love?” you asked, feeling his body vibrate with a chuckle and his big arms wrap around your back in return. “Mhm,” he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed as the fog in his mind began to clear up. “Was that alright, did it feel good?” You continued to check in with him to be sure, but he had other things in mind.

“Y/nnnnn” He whined, thinking you were taunting him. “What? Im just making sure!” You smiled, loving how easily he got flustered. “Why would you ever doubt that I felt good, I even overspoke at the end..” He moved his head to dig it into the crevice of your shoulder and neck, something he often did when he was embarrassed which you found cute.

“Why are you so shy baby, is it ‘cause of that? ‘Cause you said I love you?” You brushed your fingers through his curly locks in a soothing manner, making sure he knew everything was okay despite your playful teases. “It was pretty cute actually”

“Still, didn’t mean to drop that on you so suddenly” He mumbled into your skin. You knew what the boy meant, he hadn’t even been able to properly talk to you about his feelings before he unknowingly spilled everything.

“Does it make a difference if I told you right now that I love you too?”

His head snapped up at your words, looking directly into your eyes with knitted brows. “And, meant it?” You finished, making sure he knew you weren’t just playing along. His face slowly morphed into one of joy, eyes twinkling as they crinkled when his cute bunny smile began to form. “Really?” He asked, feeling your lips peck his own sweetly.

“Mhm, I love you too my sweet boy. How about we talk more in the morning, yea?”

“M’kay” he tightened his arms around you, feeling the need to hold you close to him tonight, and every night after that.

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