#and now i have no time to finish them lol

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royally screwed | jack doohan social media au

pairing: jack doohan x fem royal!reader

head up king, your tiara is falling

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f1: that’s something both franco and the alpine mechanics won’t want to see back… the argentine takes both himself and his teammate out of the race!

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user1: i’m so sorry all the karma got directed to you franco i was aiming for flávio i swear

user2: idk what kind of voodoo protection that old man has but even my etsy witch can’t defeat it

user3: what if we ALL paid etsy witches?

user4: not gonna lie guys there’s an easier way to deal with this… it’s called a dark alley and a charging car

user5: oh?!

user6: honestly? valid reaction at this point

alpinef1team: we’ll get them next time!

user7: but who is getting YOU?

user8: sorry social media admin but i’m sad so i fear you’re going to have to hear about it

user9: how DARE you make jack do all of those stupid ass tiktoks and let me get attached :(

user10: making him do all of this social media stuff and didn’t keep him around long enough to finish his soft launch

user11: do NOT remind me

user12: it was so carefully planned and everything

user13: really? that’s what you’re angry about?

user12: let me live? i’m in mourning and thinking about his actual career will make me crash out heavier than the alpines today

user14: okay you have a point

user15: rip alpine you would’ve love jack doohan �� oh wait!

user15: @alpinef1team CHOKE

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user15: oh WOW my comment collected some big likes

user15: oscar? yeah makes sense. daniel? cool aussie bromance. jack? obviously. y/n windsor? WHY THE FUCK IS THE PRINCESS OF ENGLAND IN MY LIKES?

user16: she has an account?

user17: it’s all her charity stuff mostly but she has been caught like sports stuff before lol

user18: y/n idk what kind of powers come with being a princess but i know you’re next in line so PLEASE GET JACK HIS SEAT BACK

user19: actually any seat will do we’re not fussy

user20: alpine… look at what you’ve made us

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yourusername and jackdoohan: surprise! jack and i have finally decided to make our relationship public as we continue to prepare to settle down.

we first met many years ago when i was on duty at the british grand prix and met a very charming boy who was racing in formula 3 at the time, and i have been smitten ever since.

i have supported jack in his racing and wanted to make that support public in these particularly tough times.

while i’m sure this is a big shock for you all, we ask that you continue to respect our privacy.

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user21: i’m sorry

user21: WHAT THE FUCK

user21: i can’t tell if this is helping my alpine induced misery or not

isackhadjar: HUH?

jackdoohan: you knew i was in a relationship ?

isackhadjar: i’m sorry but how was i meant to deduce that “my girlfriend y/n” actually means the princess of england

jackdoohan: do i not seem princely to you?

isackhadjar: do not try and set me up

isackhadjar: unless there’s some eligible royals who can get down with a freaky lil guy like me

yourusername: probably not best to frame it that way?

isackhadjar: yes, your grace! (am i doing it right i’ve only ever watched game of thrones)

yourusername: you can just call me y/n, isack

isackhadjar: OMG COOL

user22: so i thought this would excite me more but now im just thinking we could’ve gotten these type of reactions on film and in the paddock

user23: how do we know they’re not being filmed

user24: i’m in their walls

oscarpiastri: what?

jackdoohan: can i have the aussie seat after you win the championship pretty please ?

oscarpiastri: i am not answering that until you tell me how the fuck you ended up in the british royal family?

jackdoohan: can you not read anymore? y/n explained it pretty well in the caption…

oscarpiastri: i’m gonna need some more detail

yourusername: you’re more than welcome to come for some tea at ours oscar

oscarpiastri: AT THE PALACE?

oscarpiastri: i mean - yeah that sounds good to me!

kimiantonelli: ME TOO IM COMING TOO

olliebearman: i can’t believe you’ve not invited the only british rookie jack :(

jackdoohan: idk if you guys missed it but im not a rookie any more, im not even a driver

yourusername: enough of that, you can all come for tea and we’ll do some visits to the london hospitals while we’re at it

gabrielbortoleto: yay count me in!!!

isackhadjar: today just keeps getting better and better

user25: dropping this news to distract from the fact that he got dropped for the far superior driver

user26: i wouldn’t be surprised if his woman drops him for franco as well

yourusername: first of all, i am no one’s “woman” get that right and second of all, jack is the kindest, funniest and most gentle man in the world and you’d have to move heaven and earth to take him away from me

jackdoohan: i love you <3

user27: oop - she told yall

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kimiantonelli: yo this royal stuff is kinda crazy …

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user28: fomo has never fomo-ed this bad before

user29: the fact that she knew this would get a load of publicity so she used it for good >>

user30: and this is why she’s my fave royal !!!

yourusername: i hope you had a wonderful time kimi! thank you so much for joining us.

kimiantonelli: are you kidding? that was insane !!!!

kimiantonelli: and also it was very fun to meet all of the children

kimiantonelli: but can we please take the aston martin for a spin again ???

jackdoohan: kimi ???

kimiantonelli: like y/n didn’t tell us that you take her for drives in it all the time …

jackdoohan: y/n ???

yourusername: what? you’re an amazing driver and i love watching you do what you love!

user31: i wish alpine weren’t such FUCKHEADS i want this dynamic at silverstone so bad

user32: if they didn’t fumble this bad we could’ve gotten a monaco situ where she could’ve presented the trophies every year

user33: you could’ve shot me and it would’ve hurt less

maxverstappen1: hmm

charles_leclerc: hmmm

alexalbon: hmmmm

georgerussell63: hmmmmm

landonorris: hmmmmmm

carlossainz55: hmmmmmmm

lewishamilton: hmmmmmmmm

kimiantonelli: you guys good? sorry you weren’t cool enough to be invited

maxverstappen1: i’m literally an officer in the order of orange-nassau???

lewishamilton: IM A SIR?

lewishamilton: I WAS LITERALLY KNIGHTED BY Y/N?

yourusername: sorry gentlemen, you should’ve spoken up sooner. however, jack and i are hosting a charity ball between canada and the red bull ring?

alexalbon: IM SO THERE

alexalbon: i’m so there, security are telling me the ball is weeks away but im so there

charles_leclerc: YIPEE

georgerussell63: omg my first royal event… gasp!

user34: obsessed with how the grid get so excited about all of this

user35: max … asking to go to an event ???

user36: and to think we could’ve had it every weekend :(

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yourusername: it was such an honour to host this dinner to raise funds for the youth art network! so many children in our country are being pushed out of artistic fields because of the lack of funding, hopefully with these funds and the continued support from jack and i, we can help keep britain creative!

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user37: they’re actually so precious to me

user38: this is such a great initiative i’m so glad they do things like this with their money and time!

user39: i’ve honestly never seen jack happier

user40: good for him!!! making the best out of a bad situation - this probably also means he won’t be going back to f1, at least not with alpine

francocolapinto: jack might not be in this garage anymore, but i'd still love a visit from you

user41: ummmmmmmm… what?

user42: this is really not cool

pierregasly: let’s delete this while you can

francocolapinto: shooters shoot, isn’t that what you said?

pierregasly: yeah to a girl at the bar maybe, not a royal who is very clearly in a relationship

francocolapinto: i took his seat, i can take his girl too

yourusername: excuse me?

francocolapinto: you’re saying you can’t give me one chance to convince you of my worth?

yourusername: at this point you have one chance to convince me why i shouldn’t find the one legal loophole that means jack can kick your ass

francocolapinto: woah?

yourusername: there’s no charming your way out of this one, franco. jack has done nothing to you and yet you allow your fans to send him countless death threats and flirt with his fiancée openly. find some respect for yourself franco, you won’t be this young forever.

user43: HOLY SMOKES

user44: i can’t even get caught up on the way she snapped here because of the FIANCÉE mention

user45: no this bro must’ve been testing her patience because never in my life have i seen her snap at someone like that

user46: so valid from her though

user47: honestly i’d throw hands for less

jackdoohan: always an honour to just be at your side and help you achieve the wonderful things you do

yourusername: even when i accidentally reveal our engagement while having an argument on the internet

jackdoohan: especially then

yourusername: i love you!

yourusername: and i know doohan was a pretty cool name for merch before, but i feel like windsor could look pretty good on a car or a cap

jackdoohan: if it means i have a little piece of you wherever i go, sign me up

user48: aside from confirmation that he’s going to take her name - ON A CAR? doohan return confirmed ?

user49: they need to stop playing with my feelings so many times on one post

user50: so this might be a royal fuck up from franco right?

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f1: BREAKING: flávio briatore has been forced to resign from his position as team principal at alpine! princess y/n windsor and jack doohan attended the friday of the british grand prix where briatore was served by windsor’s legal team, who had found that the contracts given out by briatore were not legally binding. briatore left the paddock on the friday evening long before windsor and doohan, who were seen with a number of team personnel from across the paddock. Colapinto will complete this race weekend but his future with the team is now up in the air.

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user51: one moment of peace and quiet in f1, that's all i ask

user52: i can't even go to sleep without waking up to five breaking news graphics

user53: honestly? if they were all like this i wouldn't mind it...

user54: jack and y/n being in the likes is so funny to me

user55: babe they're not just in the likes, they were there in person to deliver the news

user56: i knew flavio should've been worried when the relationship was revealed... those royals WILL have the best lawyers

user57: i mean i only just found out that flavio is/was jack's manager?

user58: HE WAS JACK'S MANAGER?

user59: i know their lawyer was just as bamboozled as us

pierregasly: CAN I PLEASE GET A DRINK? PLEASE?

user60: bro it's only friday ...

pierregasly: I HAVE NO TP? I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH MY TEAM?

jackdoohan: our bad!

pierregasly: no yall did what you had to do but i was hoping i could maybe get a bottle of something top shelf for my troubles

kikacgomes: and maybe a horse ride at the palace ???

charles_leclerc: can leo meet the corgis???

lewishamilton: u.k. met gala when?

jackdoohan: oh so i get engaged to a princess and suddenly you all want to be my friend?

pierregasly: WOAH ignore all of them, we're the victims here!

yourusername: at this point, if we can turn it into a charity event, we can do whatever you want

maxverstappen1: this is a dangerous precedent

maxverstappen1: and i'm willing to find the limits

user61: i'm having visions of the f1 grid at a royal wedding...

user62: does max know he can't wear skinny jeans to a royal wedding?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my last comment

user63: does he know that the secret service can shoot him on sight if he does wear them?

maxverstappen1: HUH?

jackdoohan: that's true... they told me themselves!

yourusername: jack...

jackdoohan: i am protecting the dress code of our future wedding!

kimiantonelli: i guess you could say he's royally screwed

kimiantonelli: ????

kimiantonelli: i thought it was funny :(

kimiantonelli: no worries guys y/n told me irl she thought it was funny

kimiantonelli: WAIT

kimiantonelli: I SAID NOTHING

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jackdoohan: jack WINdsor at your duty! i've been given a second chance at my dream, but i wouldn't be here without my family and my amazing fiancee. i promise i'll make you proud.

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user64: i WILL not cry about this

user65: i tried not to but BABY JACK

user66: i think people forget how young he still is :(

yourusername: i'll forever be proud of you, my love. no matter what

yourusername: however, i think the palace would look extra dashing with some trophies ...

jackdoohan: for you? anything

yourusername: oh my charming boy, i'm not sure i want to share you with f1 again so soon

jackdoohan: but you will come with me won't you?

yourusername: to be without you is a thorn in my side

user67: FUCK ME THEY'RE SO CUTE

user68: i love them so much

user69: i don't think yall are ready for the level of paddock fashion we're going to get with a literal princess...

user70: wait - what happens when as inherits the throne?

user71: i think jack would have to retire

user72: WHAT?

user73: that's just how the royal life is

jackdoohan: and i'll do it

yourusername: i appreciate the concern everyone, but my mother is in good health and has many, many years left as queen

user74: jack doohan/windsor first kilf (king i would like to fuck)

user74: i've been blocked by y/n ????

user74: AND JACK?

oscarpiastri: you got MARRIED WITHOUT US ???

jackdoohan: once again, can you not read a caption?

oscarpiastri: oh lol.

oscarpiastri: i just saw windsor and started yelling at my phone

user75: obsessed with how jack having a f1 seat is actually great for the british government

user76: diplomatic relations are on the UP because government officials come to races to meet and talk with y/n

user77: and the fact that they both still find time to do charity work in each country they go to.. they’re so precious to me

yourusername: i never thought i'd be planning a royal wedding around the formula one calendar, but there's a first for everything

jackdoohan: but a summer wedding is so cute?

yourusername: i know, my love

yourusername: but flower picking via face time has been a struggle

jackdoohan: i know whatever you choose will be perfect

jackdoohan: just like you

yourusername: i love you, sweet talker

jackdoohan: i love you too sweetheart

fin.

note: as you can tell I AM NOT HAPPY. i like franco but justice for my queen jack. updates for you all, other side of the moon chap 7 is about 80% done so that's exciting !!!! hope you are all good despite the many many horrors lol xx

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Interruption

Sylus x fem!Reader

I had this partially written up in my notes and just left it there for the longest time, and finally got the inspiration to finish it tonight when I probably should be sleeping lol

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, silly, pregnancy, established relationship, short + sweet, teasing, banter, kissing

Word Count: 463

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There's a soft knock at the door, drumming out in a familiar pattern. All discussions stop dead as Sylus holds up a hand.

"Come in, sweetheart."

The door cracks open, letting in the light from the hall. A select handful of Onychinus' clientele stare as you come waddling in, belly swollen and round, one hand cradled under to support the weight.

You smile apologetically at the other men in the room with a hushed, "Sorry!" It sweetens into something akin to warm honey when you turn your attention to the silver-haired man sitting behind the desk.

He opens an arm to you as you approach, where you fit yourself to the side of his chair like it's second-nature. His hand rests with splayed fingers over your lower back, massaging out the tension pressing down on your spine. You run a hand through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead.

"Dinner's going to be ready, soon. You almost done here?"

He hums. "Just about. You should have sent Mephisto up to fetch me, or one of the twins."

You scoff with a defiant grin. "I'm perfectly capable of coming up here myself, thank you very much."

"I know you are," he acquiesces with a smile.

It is a mistake to think for even a second that the great leader has let his guard down. On the contrary, now that you are here, heavily pregnant as you are, he is at his most dangerous. A quick glance in the direction of his company says as much. His lips are curled into something disarming, but his eyes hold a warning with unfathomable consequences. The clients look away sharply. They stare at the walls, at bookshelves and decor. You don't pay them any mind as you boop his nose with your finger, drawing his attention back to you.

"Try not to get any blood on the carpet."

"I'll do my best."

He tilts his chin up, stretches his neck out to reduce the distance you have to bow to peck his lips. He supports your back with a bit more pressure as you straighten back up. It doesn't fully slip away from you until you've stepped out of reach. You smile at the other people in the room as you reach the door.

"Sorry for interrupting. Carry on!"

The door closes. The light from the world beyond is shut out. The clientele look back up with uncertainty. Sylus crosses his leg lazily over the other, resting his elbow on the arm of his chair and his fingers against his temple.

"Now," he says, and all fondness has slipped away with you, his voice now edged with tense impatience, "I believe we're just about finished here, don't you? I don't like to keep my wife waiting."

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[holographings]

it's been a little over a year since the release of my first ever published work, break what fate built :- ) a little illustration of my main guy mojmir to commemorate it.

word vomit under the cut lol

enjoying but also stressing over the experience of Creating Something bigger lol. i got a lot of complicated emotions around this book, most of them persisting because i am yet to sit down and finish writing the second part. mostly mostly because i fear i'll have to change everything about it so that i still like what i've made. i try to be proud of what i've created so far, and it's difficult sometimes when all i can focus on is the cracks and weaknesses. maybe that'll just kind of always be like that, because regardless of how good something i make is, it's something //i// made therefore it always seems a little wrong. but that's a different can of worms for another day. i busted my ass in order to finish this comic in its entirety on time and depending on the day it all feels completely worth it yet not at all. it's like a child but not. i don't know. i am so looking forward to working on the last part. but also not. there are too many possibilities and few scenes that are so crystal clear in my mind, i just have to find a good way to put them on paper. but for now, thank u to anyone that's read or even looked at this child of mine. enjoy him :-)

[ebonysolcum]

“Remember”

Many, many months ago now, I asked what Janeway outfits people wanted me to draw … and then I didn’t really do any drawing. But I finally finished this!

This outfit from “Remember” was suggested by @thresholdbb as well as @darksideofthecoffeebean who specifically mentioned playing the instrument. @prettypinkdork said “Mortal Coil” which is the same outfit, though I will get to drawing a shot from that episode too.

There is too much white in this outfit. Lol. It didn’t help that I was also doing a drawing of my brother in a white button-down at the same time.

I’m not sure what I’ll draw next, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to suggest them!

[for-your-modesty-dude]

Valentine pt. 3

Part 1 … Part 2

A/N: Y'all I am so freaking sorry it's been so long. I literally showed up, started writing fics, and then disappeared forever. I'm not gonna lie, life has been absolutely insane recently. There's been so much going on, and my family is dealing with some stuff that is way far out of our control. Am I panicking? Maybe. Am I also fine? Yes. I don't know how it works. I'm sure my therapist plays a part in that LOL. Anyway, here it is. Part 3 of Valentine. I'm not going to lie to you, it really did not turn out nearly as good as I'd hoped. But I really really wanted to finish this so I could maybe get back into writing again. I need to fall in love with my hobbies again. I hope it's not too crappy. Please send in requests or fic suggestions. Maybe one of them will inspire me. I love you all forever! - Hy <3

Summary: Eddie finally makes his move!

Warnings: None that I can think of. Maybe some gross fluff, and like... subpar writing.

Word Count: 2k

Gareth and Jeff gave him the best advice they could. They tried, really. But they were hardly the romantic type, so Eddie took some of their advice- but the rest he let fly out the other ear. He eventually grabbed his backpack and ran out to his van, driving home as quickly as he could without getting himself another traffic ticket. 

He ran inside and threw his backpack onto the couch and kicked his boots off before sliding in his socks to his phone, picking it up and dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You picked up with a yawn, and Eddie wondered if he’d woken you up. 

“Heeey, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Did I wake you?”

“God no,” you tell him. “I was rereading the same page of this book for the fourth time. Can’t keep my focus, ‘m just bored. How was D&D? You’re home so early. Wait… Did you kill them?” You ask with a breathy laugh, imagining the night ending with Eddie decimating the party. 

“It was good! And- nah. The guys were restless, had places to be,” he lied, and there was a pause of comfortable silence. “But honestly, it was alright. Not the same without you there, don’t worry,” he smiled to himself. His kindness made your cheeks go pink. 

“Oh, please,” you scoffed with amusement evident in your voice. “Like you don’t love not having me around to bother your boys’ club,” you mostly joked. Eddie did not find it funny. 

“What? Don’t say that. We love having you around. You know that,” he said seriously. The seriousness of his tone made you smile. 

“Okay, okay, Ed. Thank you,” you tell him softly. “Gimme the rundown, then.”

He started to tell you all about how far they got in the campaign, having to make some stuff up to not give away how little they’d actually played. You seemed satisfied, and you believed him. “So… any fun plans tomorrow?” He asked. 

“Nah. Commiserating. Wanna join?” 

“I can come over?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Course you can. I’ll make room on the couch. I’ll even push aside the stale bag of chips for you to sit down next to me,” you joked. The two of you kept sharing jokes and silly comments until you got too sleepy to go on, so you hung up and headed to bed. 

The next morning, Eddie got up - way earlier than the Munson boy ever woke up on a Saturday - but he had so much to do. He first packed a duffel - necessary for his date, later - and then freshened up as much as he could. 

When he was finally ready, he dialed your number and chewed on his lip as he waited for you to pick up. 

“Mornin’,” you greeted, sleepy but awake. 

“Hey sweets, it’s me,” Eddie said, full of nervous energy. “We never decided on a time last night. Do you wanna hang now, or…?” He twirled the phone cable around his finger and back the other way. 

“Oh, that’s right. Honestly, now’s totally fine. I’m just finishing my coffee now. Wanna stop at the Family Video for us? I’ll pay you back when you get here.” You offered him. 

“I’ll stop by there, yeah. And no need, keep your cash, doll. I’ll see you soon, then!” He hung up before you could even respond, leaving you to laugh to yourself. He was so easily distracted. 

It gave you just enough time to prepare for his arrival - you changed into nicer sweats and actually styled your hair a little, fighting the urge to put on some makeup. This was just Eddie. You knew you wouldn’t make him fall in love with you with some mascara, not after he’d seen you at your worst so many times before. You just needed to accept that he was always going to remain a wonderful friend and nothing more. 

When Eddie showed up, he looked nicer than he usually did for movie dates at your place, but you didn’t think anything of it. You would just secretly admire him from across the room. Better him here with you than out with another girl, you supposed. 

The day started off normally enough. You had some snacks and watched a couple of movies, but Eddie seemed to keep checking his watch. Something about it was weird, because he didn’t seem in a rush to leave, but almost like he was expecting someone. It got to be too much when he checked his watch for the third time in less than 5 minutes, so you kicked him lightly with a socked foot from your side of the couch. 

“Why do you keep checking the clock, you weirdo? Did you invite someone to my house?” You ask with your nose slightly scrunched in displeasure. 

“What?” He blinked, “no- no. I wouldn’t- no. Uhh… you probably wanna go get ready, sweetheart,” he let his head fall back against the couch cushion lazily, making your brows furrow. 

“Get ready? For what?” You sat up, eyes searching his face which was- unfortunately unreadable. Damn DM instincts. 

“Do you trust me?” He turned his head to look at you, and something about his gaze in that moment made you blush, and you nodded. “Then go get ready. Wear somethin’ nice. I’m going to make use of the bathroom here. Let me know if you need any help,” he pushed himself up off of the couch and grabbed the duffel bag he’d packed himself, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to stare at him with a bewildered look. It took you a moment to shake off the surprise, but you managed to, and dragged yourself up the stairs to shower and get ready. You styled your hair in your usual favorite going-out style, not knowing just how dolled up you were supposed to get but figuring more was always better. You’d rather be overdressed than underdressed. 

And of course, because Eddie would see you in this outfit, you couldn’t help but to choose a dress you’d been secretly saving for just this kind of occasion. It fit like a glove, but you’d never actually gotten the opportunity to wear it out before. Wearing it now felt foreign, but looking at yourself in the mirror helped your self-image considerably. This dress looked good on you, and you hoped he’d think the same. 

You exited your bedroom to find Eddie’s duffel bag on your couch, and his ratty sneakers by your door, but… no Eddie. The bathroom door was open, showing it was empty, so you searched the kitchen before peeking through the blinds to the parking lot. You didn’t see Eddie’s van, but he’d left his things, so… he was probably coming back, right? You paced a bit in your heels, chewing on your lip as you considered all of the possibilities. 

Before you could decide to change out of your nice outfit, you heard a knock at the door, and hurried to answer it, finding Eddie standing there with a bouquet of black peonies and deep red tulips. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you blinked up at him, realizing he looked incredibly put together and handsome. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but as the blush reached your cheeks, you simply floundered for the words to say, and you stood there in an awkward sort of silence. 

“I uh- these are for you,” he cleared his throat and told you, wiping a clammy hand on his black jeans. You took another moment to flounder before taking the flowers and staring down at them. You eventually found your voice. 

“Oh. Thank- thank you,” you managed quietly, “what are these for?”

He ran a nervous hand through his hair and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. It was now or never.. “Uh- well- see- you mentioned how upset you were to never have anyone interested in you, but… it’s just not true, you know? Cause I have been interested in you probably since we met, and you never seemed interested back. But I figure, even if you’re not into me, I can show you a good time and prove to you that it’s not true, and someone really does like you, like a lot. If- if you’ll be my valentine, that is. I spent so long hoping you’d just magically realize that I liked you, because the idea of actually telling you- almost killed me. I was terrified. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, the person who knows me the best, and the one girl in the whole world who ever saw past my weird and gave me a chance to be her friend. This might be totally insane, but I just want you to know how- loved you are. By me. Romantically.” He felt he was digging himself into a hole, so he added an awkward “okay… I’m talking done now.”

You stared at him for a long while in stunned silence, and he looked anywhere but your eyes, growing increasingly restless as your silence swallowed him whole. He almost backed out and said it wasn’t actually that insane, he didn’t love you, don’t worry, but before he could, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, wordless. He returned it with enthusiasm, squeezing you tight and burying his nose in your hair. He held you until he heard your quiet “thank you.” Only then did he pull back to look at you, your eyes a bit misty. 

“Hey, no way, don’t thank me. I’m the one who’s been in love with you, remember?” He joked, “if anything, thank you for letting me take you out and live out my dream for one night.” 

You could tell he was being self-deprecating, and couldn’t bear it. You pulled him inside, placed the bouquet on the nearest surface, and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him down for a sudden kiss. He fumbled a moment, hands up in shock, before gripping your hips and pulling you into him, eyes squeezing shut as he deepened the kiss. If this was a dream, he wasn’t going to waste it. He was going to enjoy every goddamn second. 

Eventually, you pulled back with a breathless giggle at the way he chased your lips. “Let me breathe, Edward,” your voice was light, airy, and full of laughter. His eyes opened to watch you with the dreamiest expression. 

“Pinch me. I must be dreaming,” he said simply, making you laugh more. You pushed him away, cheeks red, still giggling. 

“Shut up. I- yes. Of course I’ll be your valentine. But where are we even going?” You asked him, picking up the bouquet to go put it in a vase. He still hadn’t shaken out of his trance, so he stared after you in silence a moment before coming to his senses again.

“Oh- uh- that’s a surprise. But you- damn- dressed for the occasion. So not to worry, it’ll be great.” He promised, following you into the kitchen and reaching up to grab the vase you liked from the higher shelf. You thanked him and unwrapped the bouquet, filling the vase before placing it into the water and placing the arrangement on your kitchen table. 

“I’ve been totally obsessed with you since, like, the day we met,” you confessed, which had his eyes nearly bulging. 

“No way. You- no way. You’re like, way out of my league.” That made you laugh, and you pulled him down for a kiss again. 

“Shut up, Eddie. And take me on our first date,” you hummed against his lips. 

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed breathlessly, pulling you flush against him. 

“And by the way, Eddie…” You started at a whisper. 

“Yeah?” He matched your tone.

“I didn’t ‘see past’ your weird. I saw your weird. And I needed it in my life.”

He nearly melted at your feet just then, but pushed forward to kiss you again, to keep from saying something stupid or embarrassing himself with getting emotional.

“I love you,” he told you. “I really, seriously, love you.”

“I- Eddie, I love you too,” you told him in return, butterflies erupting in your stomach and heart racing out of your chest before kissing him again.

You would definitely be a minute or two late to that reservation, but damn, if it wasn’t worth it.

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[spaceycat]

Tony x Reader?? pretty please 🥺

I AM CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!!! YES, i have been waiting for this one!! this has been in my drafts for literally 2 months but guys.. thats so okay!!!

⋆★⋆ one night only ⋆★⋆

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☆˚₊ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎? ᝰ.ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: she's my collar by gorillaz + kali uchis (3:29)

✰ pairing: tony stark x oblivious!fem!reader

✰ cw: pepper x tony, does NOT exist - think about the first iron man movie, smut, p in v sex, stomach bulge kink LOL, swearing, dirty talk, tony and reader are lowkey freaks tbh

✰ word count: 1.3k+

✰ summary: you and tony hook up, you didnt know that he was a billionaire but you were just there for the thrill - afterwards tony cant forget about you and tries to convince you to stay with him, you dont want to get tied up with the press.

✰ a/n: creds to @loversrocktvgirl2 for the gif !!! <3 uhh we might make this into a series but IDK, this is my first tony fic so be lenient with me guys..

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ tony ♕

Tony first saw you in a local bar, that he so happened to own but he doubted you knew that. You were sitting up at the bar, alone. Looking all pretty and shit, how could he not be interested?

He dismissed his security to stand by the door as he walked over to you, he simply leaned against the bar next to you - ordering a whiskey, neat with one of those square icecubes.

You didn't even look his way, continuing to drink whatever cocktail you had in your hand.

"You waiting for someone?" He spoke up, grabbing your attention - you looked over to him, not a single sign of recognition in your eyes. "You could say that.. got stood up." You fiddled with your now empty glass. Tony simply turned to the bartender who passed him his whiskey, "I'll order whatever she had aswell, put it on my tab." He tilted his head in a way to gesture to you. "Oh-- no, sir, you don't have to do that." You chuckled nervously. "Call me Tony."

"Well, Tony- I don't particularly like owing people things." He faltered a bit, when he noticed you really didn't know that he was a multibillionaire, a multibillionaire that owned the very bar that you were sitting in, that was paying for the liquor in the drink you were just sipping on. "I bet." He regained himself - smirking, taking a sip of his drink. You didnt seem amused by his sarcasm. "I'll pay you back." You reached for your purse, thats when his hand stilled yours - pushing your purse back down to your side. "Please, princess- just let me buy you a drink, it's what guys like me do for pretty girls." "Do you commonly hit on girls who have been stood up?" "You're a comedian too.." He smiled while he earned a chuckle from you, you nodded. "Alright alright, you've earned my time until I finish this glass." "Then I'll ensure it never runs out, sweetheart."

Thats how Tony managed to get you back to your penthouse, kissing you as soon as you got through the door - he'd drag you towards his master bedroom. As his lips touched yours, they tasted of the expensive whiskey he was drinking before.

He'd practically shove you onto his large bed, joining you - locking lips with you again. His hands dragging up your thighs, pushing them apart to make his place between them more comfortable. His hands slipping underneath your dress - pushing it up higher as his lips moved to kiss your neck.

You ran your hands through his neatly combed hair, encouraging him even more. He placed his hands under your thighs, pulling you down a bit to rest comfortably on your back.

He moved back a bit, leaning back on his calves - just admiring you for a minute. "Alright. Off, cmon now." He said already pushing off your dress.

Every piece of clothing was taking off and thrown somewhere in the large room. Leaving you heaving beneath him, the adrenaline of the situation kicking in. "You're a pretty little thing under all of that arent you?" "Tony--" "You should really be thanking me, princess.. letting you come here into my place?"

You just stared at him, like a deer in headlights. He looked at you expectingly, "..Thank you." "Atta girl.." He'd move closer to place another kiss to your lips.

He reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom - passing it to you. You looked confused for a moment, "You gonna help me put it on or what? I payed for your drinks." Without another moment of thinking you grabbed the condom off of him, ripping the packet with nimble fingers.

You settled to sit infront of him, leaning back onto your calves as you looked up at him - placing his cock into your hand, pumping it slowly as you settled the condom over him. "There we go.."

He then wrapped an arm around your waist, settling you on his thighs - "All good?" He tilted his head at you, you couldnt nod faster. "I need words, sweetheart." "Yes, Tony."

He'd place a kiss to your lips, slowly picking your hips up with his hands to settle you onto his cock - a small moan leaving your lips as he settled, thick and warm, inside of you.

He'd wrap an arm around your waist to get some leverage on you, slowly lifting you up out of his lap - his cock nearly slipping out of you. His eyes trained on your stomach as he sat you back down in his lap, seeing how his cock pocked out off your stomach.

"Y'see that baby? That's how deep inside you I am." You only could let out a whimper at the sight of it.

"So warm, so soft." He'd move you up and down on his lap, his cock slipping in and out of you and all you could do was sit there, your legs moving instinctively as his hips moved in tandem with yours.

You felt your orgasm impending, head resting on his shoulder as you clenched around him. "You close, baby?" "Mhm--" "Cum on my cock baby, show me." You moved your hand to your clit, coaching your orgasm more.

He'd then grab your wrist, pulling it away from you. "You think I'm gonna let you do that?" He then replaced your hand with his, fingers moving in slow circles.

You then came, your vision going white as you clinged onto him like a lifeline, he followed suit - coming into the condom.

He then slipped you off of him, you laying back into the pillows - worn and tired, placing kisses to your neck and chest.

The next morning, you woke up - suddenly becoming very aware of your surroundings - a fancy penthouse with windows looking out onto the ocean. Okay, whoever you hooked up with last night was not a normal guy. You'd sit up, the sheets pooling at your hips - realising you were wearing one of Tony's AC/DC shirts. "What the fuck is going on.." You'd notice a tablet open on the bed next to you on Tony's side of the bed, you picked it up - scrolling through it. Revealing a picture of Tony shaking hands with some big stakeholder of some company, "Tony Stark" in large bold letters.

Well, shit.

You just hooked up with a multibillionaire, and the worst part is you didn't even notice it. Tony then walked in, a cup of coffee in hand when he realised the tablet in your hands and the confused look on your face. "Well that didn't take long at all.." "You're kidding." He'd click his tongue, setting down the mug - his hands moving into his suit pant pockets. "No I'm not, sweetheart." "I seriously hooked up with Tony Stark?!--" You'd groan, placing your head into your hands. "You're acting like it's a bad thing." "It is-- now I'm going to be in newspapers and shit." "Most people thank me for it." "Oh really?" "Mhm.." "I have to go-- like right now." You'd get out of bed, fishing your clothes and shoes that were scattered across the floor. "What?-- no, stay for a coffee or.. or something." Tony almost scrambled to stop you, but he didnt want you to realise that he wanted you to stay. You pulled a pair of jeans you found splayed across the floor onto yourself, buttoning them up. "I'm probably late for work anyways." You'd walk past him, towards the door of the bedroom. You left, you left the Tony Stark alone in his bedroom and as you recall it later at work, you knew it was dumb - you thought it was so dumb. But you didn't want to get caught up in all of his publicity drama, it's for the better.

But you then realised, you left with his AC/DC shirt still on, and jeans that were not yours.

[saymonsays]

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pairing: choi seunghyun x reader

Summary: You’ve known Choi Seunghyun your entire life—sharing secrets, inside jokes, and a seven-minute walk between houses. But everything changes when an innocent hangout turns into accidentally discovering his very personal side hustle—one that features his familiar moans, his bedroom, and, well… him. What starts with awkward questions and teasing spirals into something you both can’t walk back from. The only solution? Another seven-minute walk. And a promise to finally cross the line you’ve both been toeing for years.

‎warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, oral sex, m & f receiving, slight public risk (parents nearly catch them)

wordcount: 24k

‎Saturday – 2:14 PM

‎Your room smells like fabric softener and regret.

‎

‎You’re half-splayed across your bed in the least flattering position known to man—one sock on, one sock missing, a mechanical pencil stabbing your thigh, and some half-finished math homework open in front of you like it personally insulted your entire bloodline.

‎

‎You stab a problem set with your eraser. “Why are numbers allowed to have letters in them.”

‎

‎Your phone buzzes beside your head. You groan, blindly reaching for it like it owes you money.

‎

‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎come over.

‎parents not home.

‎i have snacks.

‎we can rot together.

‎

‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎also ur dumb if u say no 😐

‎

‎You blink at the screen.

‎

‎Rotting with Seunghyun usually meant one of three things:

‎‎Watching horror movies too late and accusing each other of sleep paralysis demons.

‎‎Dramatically reading fanfics in British accents until one of you fake gags.

‎‎Falling asleep on opposite ends of his couch mid-snack, then waking up in weird yoga poses.

‎

‎You stare at your homework again. It stares back, menacingly.

‎

‎You reply:

‎‎on my way dumbass.

‎if u eat all the chips before i get there i’m keying ur bike

‎

‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎bring ur charger i lost mine

‎again

‎also ur toxic lol

‎

‎You snort, rolling out of bed with all the grace of a dying sea lion, grabbing your hoodie, earbuds, and—because you’ve known him since you were five—your backup hoodie. He never has clean ones.

‎

‎The walk to Seunghyun’s house is muscle memory at this point. You could do it blindfolded, backward, and probably drunk, not that you've ever tried. The spring sun is out but being annoying about it—just hot enough to make you regret the hoodie, but not hot enough to justify going back for a t-shirt.

‎

‎By the time you reach his front gate, it’s already open, like always. The “Beware of Dog” sign is still taped to it, even though the only dog in this house is Seunghyun when he eats chips too fast and chokes.

‎

‎You don’t bother knocking.

‎

‎“YO,” you call out, kicking your shoes off as you enter. “I’m here. Hide your shits.”

‎

‎“Kitchen,” his voice echoes faintly.

‎

‎You find him by the fridge, halfway through dumping a family-sized bag of chips into a mixing bowl like it’s cereal. He’s in sweats, hair still kind of fluffy from sleep, and wearing the ugliest Garfield t-shirt you’ve ever seen in your life.

‎

‎“You look like a man who has made peace with failure,” you say, pointing at his shirt.

‎

‎He shrugs. “Garfield’s right. Mondays suck. You’re here. Coincidence?”

‎

‎“Wow.” You drop your charger on the table and grab a chip. “This is how you treat someone who generously walked seven minutes in the heat for your company?”

‎

‎“You did that because you were bored and hate math.”

‎

‎“Don’t psychoanalyze me before 3 p.m., thanks.”

‎

‎He grins and tilts the bowl toward you in apology. “Truce?”

‎

‎You take another chip and nod. “Truce. Now let me rot on your couch in peace.”

‎

‎You flop onto the familiar worn-out couch in the living room, legs sprawled, phone already in hand. He follows behind, grabbing two sodas and tossing one at you without looking. It lands near your ribs. You don’t flinch—he always misses by just a little.

‎

‎“Wanna watch something dumb?” he asks, already grabbing the TV remote.

‎

‎“Obviously. Put on that one where the guy falls in love with a sentient GPS.”

‎

‎“Oh god, that movie is so bad.”

‎

‎“Exactly. Art.”

‎—

‎You’re halfway through the movie—if it can be called that—when Seunghyun starts shifting around like he’s sitting on a cactus.

‎

‎You glance over. “You good?”

‎

‎“I need to shower,” he says like it’s a tragic confession. “I smell like stress and ramen.”

‎

‎“Then shower,” you say, deadpan. “I’m not holding you hostage.”

‎

‎“I just hate leaving you unattended in my house.”

‎

‎“Wow. That sounds like your problem.”

‎

‎He sighs like a martyr and pushes himself up from the couch, grabbing a towel from the back of the chair. “Don’t steal my stuff.”

‎

‎“I���m literally not you. I don’t hoard pens and forget I own clothes.”

‎

‎“Touch my hoodie drawer and I’m calling the cops.”

‎

‎“Already did. They said you dress like a divorced dad.”

‎

‎He flips you off on his way down the hall, and you grin, settling deeper into the couch.

‎

‎A minute passes. Two.

‎

‎Then boredom hits like a freight train.

‎

‎You glance around.

‎

‎TV? Boring.

‎Phone? Dead.

‎Snacks? You ate most of them.

‎Seunghyun’s computer? Lit up and unlocked like an open invitation from Satan himself.

‎

‎You crane your neck.

‎

‎The screen shows a mess of tabs—YouTube, Discord, a few half-written school docs titled “maybe essay FINAL FINAL fr this time,” and…

‎A very pink, very adult-looking website sitting right in the middle.

‎

‎You blink.

‎Lean closer.

‎Squint.

‎

‎No. Way.

‎

‎“Seunghyunnnnnn,” you yell toward the bathroom, biting back a grin. “I’m gonna play Fortnite on your computer, okay?”

‎

‎A muffled, “Yeah whatever!” echoes from behind the door. There’s the sound of the shower running and a shampoo bottle falling with a thud.

‎

‎You scoot into the computer chair like a gremlin and close the innocent tabs first.

‎

‎Then you hover over the not-so-innocent one.

‎

‎You shouldn’t.

‎You really shouldn’t.

‎But curiosity is already punching your morals in the throat.

‎

‎You click it open.

‎

‎The page loads.

‎

‎A creator profile.

‎Blurred thumbnails.

‎Username: TopOfTheClass.

‎

‎You choke. "Oh my god."

‎

‎And then you see it.

‎

‎A video titled “Late Night Study Session 🎧💦”.

‎Posted three days ago.

‎You click.

‎

‎Bad decisions are being made in real-time.

‎

‎And the second the video starts—bare skin, familiar room, that groan you’ve heard before but not like this—you freeze. Eyes wide. Mouth hanging open.

‎

‎The voice.

‎The body.

‎The room.

‎ITS DEFINITELY SEUNGHYUN.

‎

‎You slam the spacebar to pause just as the bathroom door swings open.

‎

‎He’s standing in the hallway, towel slung low on his hips, hair damp, expression slowly morphing from relaxed to what the fuck.

‎

‎“What are you doing on my—”

‎

‎You turn in the chair like the guilty raccoon you are, blinking at him.

‎

‎There is a full ten seconds of dead silence.

‎

‎Seunghyun stares at you.

‎You stare at Seunghyun.

‎

‎The paused video stares at both of you.

‎

‎You clear your throat like you're rebooting your entire operating system.

‎

‎“So,” you start, voice cracking like a preteen in puberty, “just to confirm… that’s… you?”

‎

‎He raises an eyebrow, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. “I mean… yeah?”

‎

‎“Like you-you? Choi Seunghyun? My best friend since we were in diapers? The guy who cried during Toy Story 3?”

‎

‎He shrugs. “It was a sad movie.”

‎

‎“That’s not the point, you absolute lunatic!”

‎

‎You shoot up from the chair like it’s electrocuted you, pacing the room now, hands flailing wildly as you process.

‎

‎“How long has this been happening?”

‎“Why are you doing this?”

‎“Do you get paid?”

‎“Do your parents know?”

‎“Do you moan like that on purpose or—”

‎“Is your username supposed to be ironic or is this a weird flex?”

‎“Wait—did you film that in your bedroom? While I was probably texting you?!”

‎

‎Seunghyun rubs the back of his neck, unfazed. “Uh. Since summer. Yeah. Yes. No. I guess? And it was a Tuesday.”

‎

‎You whirl around. “A TUESDAY?”

‎

‎He smirks. “You were at Chae’s house that day, remember? You sent me, like, 12 selfies of you guys wearing face masks and eating cereal.”

‎

‎You gape at him like he just confessed to murder.

‎

‎“I was sending you memes while you were filming amateur porn in the same zip code?!”

‎

‎“Pretty much.”

‎

‎“Are you hearing yourself?!”

‎

‎He shrugs again, like you just asked if he wants orange juice. “I don’t see the big deal.”

‎

‎You make a high-pitched sound that could kill dogs. “OF COURSE YOU DON’T, YOU’RE NAKED ON THE INTERNET.”

‎

‎He finally cracks a grin, towel still casually riding his hips like it paid rent there. “Well, not fully naked. I crop the face.”

‎

‎You make eye contact with him. Then with the screen. Then back to him.

‎

‎Your voice is flat. “Seunghyun. You literally moaned your own name.”

‎

‎“…Oh.”

‎

‎“I’M TRAUMATIZED.”

‎

‎You throw a couch pillow at his chest with the force of a thousand suns. He catches it, still grinning like this is the funniest thing that’s happened to him all week.

‎

‎“Why are you not embarrassed?!”

‎

‎He plops onto the couch with absolutely no shame, towel riding way too high up his thigh now. “Because I look good. And the lighting was nice. And you’re the one who watched it.”

‎

‎“I WAS CURIOUS—NOT HORNY.”

‎

‎He raises a hand in surrender. “Hey, you do you. Or, well. Me. Technically.”

‎

‎You grab another pillow and scream into it.

‎

‎You're still holding the pillow like it’s a lifeline, staring at him like he just announced he’s an alien. Which, at this point, wouldn’t surprise you.

‎

‎“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter into the fabric.

‎

‎“Thanks,” he says casually, propping one arm on the couch like this is just a Tuesday afternoon with trauma.

‎

‎You sit there for a moment. Still. Staring at him.

‎

‎At the smug expression on his face. At the damp collarbone glistening under the light. At the way the towel is still defying gravity in ways science can’t explain.

‎

‎Unfortunately, your eyes flicker lower for one—one—second too long.

‎

‎And he catches it.

‎

‎His smirk curls higher.

‎

‎“See something you like?”

‎

‎Your soul leaves your body.

‎

‎“I—NO. I was—shut up. I wasn’t looking. I was—panicking.”

‎

‎He stretches, arms over his head like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and lets out the most unnecessary sigh. “Mmm. You sure? ‘Cause you were really analyzing video earlier.”

‎

‎You scream into the pillow again.

‎

‎“STOP BRINGING THAT UP.”

‎

‎“I’m just saying.” His voice drops just slightly, teasing. “Not everyone gets to see that angle.”

‎

‎You glance at him through your fingers.

‎

‎“Do you… always talk like that after someone finds your sex tapes, or am I just special?”

‎

‎He hums, eyes half-lidded now, like he’s enjoying this way too much. “You’re the first person to ever catch me.”

‎

‎“Lucky me,” you deadpan. “Is there a loyalty card or something?”

‎

‎He laughs—low, warm, familiar. It’s still Seunghyun. But now your brain won’t shut up about the other version of him too.

‎

‎And then it happens.

‎

‎The shift.

‎

‎You’re both quiet.

‎

‎Not like awkward quiet, but the kind where something just clicked into place and neither of you knows what to do with it.

‎

‎His eyes linger on yours a beat too long. Your heart stumbles.

‎

‎He tilts his head, still watching you.

‎

‎“...You wanna ask anything else?”

‎

‎You swallow. “Are you seriously opening the floor for a Q&A about your porn career?”

‎

‎“Sure,” he shrugs. “You already saw the goods.”

‎

‎“SEUNGHYUN.”

‎

‎He leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, towel riding even lower now. His voice drops again, smooth and a little too calm.

‎

‎“You really didn’t think about it before?”

‎

‎You blink. “What?”

‎

‎“Me,” he says simply. “Like that.”

‎

‎Your breath catches.

‎

‎For the first time all afternoon, you don’t have a snappy comeback.

‎

‎He grins again, this time a little softer. A little more dangerous.

‎

‎“That’s what I thought.”

‎

‎You don’t answer him right away.

‎

‎Because what even is the right response to your best friend sitting half-naked across from you, casually asking if you’ve ever thought about him like that—right after you watched him moan his own name into a camera?

‎

‎You can feel your brain buffering.

‎

‎So, naturally, you go with the dumbest possible response.

‎

‎“…Have you ever thought about me like that?”

‎

‎He doesn’t even blink. “Obviously.”

‎

‎Your entire spine short-circuits. “WHAT—”

‎

‎“I mean,” he says casually, like you just asked if he likes ramen, “you’re hot. It’s not exactly classified information.”

‎

‎“I—I—HOT?!” You sound like a broken microwave.

‎

‎“Yeah. Why are you acting like that’s shocking?”

‎

‎“I don’t know,” you flail, “maybe because you’ve seen me with toothpaste on my face and cry-laughed when I dropped my phone on it.”

‎

‎“Still hot.”

‎

‎“You need professional help.”

‎

‎He leans back against the couch, the towel riding scandalously low now, like it’s in a committed relationship with gravity. His eyes drag over you in a way they never have before—not like a joke, not like your goofy best friend teasing you. Like he’s really looking.

‎

‎“...You ever kissed someone before?” he asks suddenly.

‎

‎You freeze. “What?”

‎

‎“You know. Just curious.” He shrugs. “You don’t have to answer if—”

‎

‎“I haven’t,” you blurt. “I mean—not, like, for real. Just dumb school dares.”

‎

‎He pauses. “Huh.”

‎

‎You squint. “Why ‘huh’?”

‎

‎He shrugs again. “Me neither.”

‎

‎Your brain does the math.

‎

‎Choi Seunghyun. The guy with the porn account. The guy whose body you just accidentally studied like a science project. Also a virgin?

‎

‎“But—then—why the—”

‎

‎“I was curious,” he says, a bit quieter now. “And it was kinda fun to mess around. Just didn’t wanna do stuff with someone I didn’t actually... care about, y’know?”

‎

‎You blink.

‎

‎And suddenly everything feels louder. The clock ticking. The silence between you. The air buzzing with something sharp and sweet and terrifying.

‎

‎You’re still sitting across from each other—but now it feels like you’re on the edge of a cliff, one more step from something you can’t undo.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s voice cuts through the quiet.

‎

‎“...Do you wanna try?”

‎

‎You blink again. “Try what?”

‎

‎He looks at you. Really looks.

‎

‎“Kissing. With someone you actually care about.”

‎

‎Your heart slams against your ribs.

‎

‎He’s not smirking now. He’s not teasing. He’s just... waiting. Soft. Real. Bare.

‎

‎You swallow.

‎

‎“You're weird..But…Okay.”

‎

‎The tension is thick, clinging to the air between you like smoke.

‎

‎Your heart is beating too fast, like it’s trying to run away from you, but your body is frozen in place. Seunghyun’s still watching you, calm and steady, but his eyes are darker now—like he’s thinking too much about the words he just said.

‎

‎You lick your lips, trying to steady your breath, but it doesn’t help. It only makes you more aware of how close he is, of how the room suddenly feels too small, too intimate, and the space between you feels like it’s buzzing with this wild energy.

‎

‎“Are you…” you start, but your voice is hoarse, caught in your throat. “Are you sure?”

‎

‎Seunghyun leans in a little, just enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. His hand shifts on the couch beside him like he’s trying to control himself too, but his fingers twitch—almost brushing yours. But not quite. He’s teasing, even in this moment.

‎

‎“I’m sure,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady, like he’s trying to pull you into this new reality between you. “We don’t have to rush it, though. I can just—”

‎

‎He stops. His gaze drops to your lips for a second. Then he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the soft light. And that’s when the energy shifts. He’s the one leaning in now, his knee brushing against yours, and you can feel it—that spark—the need, the want, everything building up.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s fingers barely graze the side of your face, and the touch is electric. He pauses, as if waiting for you to pull away, but you don’t. You don’t move.

‎

‎“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice just a whisper now.

‎

‎You nod, a little breathless. “Yes.”

‎

‎That’s all the permission he needs.

‎

‎His hand moves from your face to the back of your neck, his touch firm but gentle, guiding you closer. You can feel the heat of his skin on yours, the way his thumb softly brushes against your jaw, and your heart skips a beat.

‎

‎The first kiss is soft—tentative. You close your eyes, and his lips meet yours in a way that’s almost too sweet, too innocent. It’s like both of you are testing the waters, trying to figure out what comes next.

‎

‎Then, without warning, Seunghyun pulls you a little closer. His hand at your neck tightens just enough that you’re drawn in, your lips parting instinctively. And that’s when he deepens the kiss, just slightly—gently at first, but then more insistent, like he can’t help himself. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, and that’s when you feel it—the pressure, the way his body fits against yours, how it feels too natural, too right.

‎

‎You let out a soft gasp, and Seunghyun takes advantage of it, his lips moving against yours with more urgency now. One of his hands slides lower, skimming the edge of your shirt before stopping, like he’s unsure, like he’s waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop.

‎

‎But you don’t. You don’t pull away.

‎

‎Instead, you shift a little closer, your own hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His lips are on yours again, but this time it’s different—faster, deeper, the pressure building between you, and you can’t even think straight anymore. All you can feel is the heat, the electric pull of his touch, the way his hands are so gentle and yet so insistent, like he’s trying to pull you into him.

‎

‎His fingers press against the curve of your waist, and you gasp as his touch slides a little lower. It’s innocent, and yet not at all. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, like you’re both testing boundaries, seeing how far this can go.

‎

‎“Seunghyun,” you breathe, breaking the kiss just for a moment. “Wait…”

‎

‎He pulls back slightly, eyes clouded with need and curiosity. He doesn’t speak, just waits, his hands hovering at your waist as if asking for permission to go further.

‎

‎You don’t know what you’re doing—you have no idea. But you’re so close now, both of you, standing on the edge of something new, something that feels like it could break everything between you.

‎

‎But you don’t want it to break. You want to fall. Together.

‎

‎You tug him back in, kissing him with a newfound urgency. And this time, there’s no question—everything you’ve been holding back comes rushing forward. His hands trail lower, his touch is everywhere, and there’s no going back now.

‎

‎Your shirt comes off first.

‎

‎Neither of you really says anything. It just happens—your hands tugging at the hem because the air is too thick, and you’re too warm, and Seunghyun’s kiss is burning you alive. He pulls back just enough to help you, his fingers trembling a little as they slide under the fabric.

‎

‎It’s the first time he’s seen you like this. Really seen you.

‎

‎And for a second, he just stares.

‎

‎You try to cross your arms instinctively, self-conscious—but he catches your wrists before you can.

‎

‎“Don’t,” he whispers, voice low and rough. “Don’t hide from me.”

‎

‎You swallow, heart thudding hard, and he leans in again—pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck. His hands roam like he’s memorizing you, like he’s waited years to touch you but didn’t realize it until now.

‎

‎He kisses down your body like he’s on a mission—slow, purposeful, dragging his mouth over your chest, your stomach, until he’s between your thighs and your brain short-circuits.

‎

‎“Wait—Seunghyun—” you gasp as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Y-you don’t have to—”

‎

‎He looks up, already flushed, lips slightly parted. “I want to. Just… let me?”

‎

‎And before you can answer, his mouth is on you.

‎

‎Hot. Wet. Unreal.

‎

‎His tongue moves in slow, steady strokes through your folds, pausing to suck on your clit like he knows exactly what he’s doing—which makes no sense because he shouldn’t. But his hands are firm on your thighs, keeping them spread, his mouth locked onto you with messy, filthy dedication.

‎

‎“F–fuck,” you moan, your hand flying to his hair. “S-Seunghyun—”

‎

‎He hums into you, the vibration making you jolt. His tongue circles, flicks, presses, and then—without warning—he slides one finger inside you.

‎

‎You let out a choked cry, hips bucking. He groans.

‎

‎“So wet,” he murmurs against your cunt. “God, baby, you taste so fucking good.”

‎

‎“D-don’t say that—” you whimper.

‎

‎But he’s not listening. He’s locked in, eating you like it’s the only thing that matters. His finger curls inside you and his mouth focuses on your clit—lips soft, tongue relentless—and the pressure builds fast.

‎

‎Your legs start to tremble, a scream bubbling in your throat.

‎

‎“I’m gonna—oh my god—Seunghyun, I—I think—”

‎

‎You’ve never done this before. Never even thought you could. But the way his mouth works you, how he fingers you deeper, faster—something snaps inside.

‎

‎And you squirt.

‎

‎With a loud, helpless moan, your body jerks, back arching off the couch as a rush of liquid spills out of you, coating his mouth, his hand, the couch cushion under you. Your vision goes white for a second—your brain short-circuiting from sheer intensity.

‎

‎Seunghyun pulls back, soaked and panting, staring at you like you just performed a magic trick.

‎

‎“…Did you just—” he breathes, licking his lips, “—fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

‎

‎You cover your face with both hands, mortified. “Oh my god. I didn’t mean to—what even was that—?!”

‎

‎“That,” he says, voice low and way too satisfied, “was you squirting all over my face.”

‎

‎You groan into your hands. “I’m gonna die.”

‎

‎He grins, kissing up your body, his face still damp. “You’re not dying. I won’t let you. Not until I fuck you—”

‎

‎Your heart’s still racing, your body buzzing, your thighs sore in the best way. His cock flushed and leaking, and positions himself between your legs.

‎

‎“You sure?” he asks, breathless.

‎

‎You nod. “Seunghyun, please—”

‎

‎And just as he’s about to slide in—

‎

‎A car door slams outside.

‎

‎You both freeze.

‎

‎“…No,” he whispers.

‎

‎Footsteps. Keys jangling.

‎

‎You both look at each other, wide-eyed.

‎

‎“No no no no no—” you whisper, scrambling to grab your clothes.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s already off the couch, tripping over his towel. “Why are they home early?!”

‎

‎You grab your shirt backwards, underwear? God knows where, your legs still literally soaked. The condom’s on the floor. Seunghyun tosses it in the drawer in a panic.

‎

‎And just as the front door opens—

‎

‎You dive behind his bed, shirt barely on, heart racing like a siren.

‎

‎7:02PM

‎‎Seunghyun’s mom calls out from downstairs, keys jingling as she drops them in the bowl by the door.

‎

‎“We’re home! Seunghyun, did you remember to—what smells like Febreze in here?”

‎

‎You are barefoot, pantless, and hiding behind his bed like a damn war criminal, still trying to catch your breath while wiping your thighs with the nearest hoodie (his). You hiss-whisper toward him:

‎

‎“Why do you keep Febreze under your desk?!”

‎

‎“In case I microwave fish,” he hisses back.

‎

‎You shoot him a look like boy what.

‎

‎Downstairs, footsteps thump closer. Seunghyun throws on some sweats and a hoodie like he wasn't half a second from rawing his best friend, then grabs your shirt and whispers, “I’ll get you out through the garage. Just follow me.”

‎

‎You clutch your clothes and army crawl behind him until you make it to the hallway—silent, stealthy, adrenaline pumping like you’re in a spy movie. He holds the garage door open, signals you to go, then closes it behind you like a damn criminal disposing evidence.

‎

‎You finally make it to the street, panting. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Hoodie ten sizes too big. Underwear = MIA.

‎

‎Seunghyun cracks open the side gate a few minutes later and slips out like a raccoon.

‎

‎You both look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed, then—

‎

‎burst into hysterical laughter.

‎

‎“I cannot believe that just happened,” you wheeze.

‎

‎“I’m so sorry you had to crawl around my house with post-squirt legs,” he says, tears in his eyes from laughing.

‎

‎“Why’d you say it like that?!” you smack his arm. “You’re so annoying!”

‎

‎Sunday, 3:41PM

‎‎Chae (🌀): u didn't reply last night. r u dead

‎You: No

‎You: I was with Seunghyun

‎Chae (🌀): girl.

‎

‎Later that evening

‎

‎You’re at a convenience store, trying to decide between two types of instant ramen when Seunghyun’s name lights up your phone.

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: so are we just not gonna talk about how i made you squirt and then didn’t even get to put it in

‎Seunghyun 🦖: is this the universe’s version of edging

‎You: STOP

‎You: I WAS FINALLY NOT THINKING ABOUT IT FOR 5 MINUTES

‎Seunghyun 🦖: u weren’t thinking about how u soaked my face and moaned my name and almost broke my neck with ur thighs?

‎You: BYE

‎You: actually blocked. report.

‎Seunghyun 🦖: 😏

‎

You: …but also

‎You: what the hell are we now???

‎

‎A beat.

‎

‎Then—

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: …do you wanna come over tomorrow?

‎Seunghyun 🦖: for the unfinished business

‎You: ??

‎You: bring the febreze.

‎

‎Monday – 6:39PM

‎

‎You stare at Seunghyun’s text one more time as you stand outside his house:

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: doorbell’s working. don’t act shy now.

‎Seunghyun 🦖: and don’t forget to wipe that ‘i squirted on my best friend’s face’ look off your face. my mom’s home.

‎

‎You: 😐

‎Also you: ringing the doorbell anyway like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime.

‎

‎The door swings open.

‎

‎“y/n!” Seunghyun’s mom beams like sunshine in an apron. “Aigoo, you came again? So pretty, always polite—come in, come in!”

‎

‎You smile with a bow, trying not to visibly sweat guilt. “Hi, Mrs. Choi. I—um—just here to hang out again.”

‎

‎She pats your shoulder and leads you into the house like it’s totally normal to have the boy who made you squirt waiting upstairs. “I just made pizza. Homemade dough! You young people love this Western food, right?”

‎

‎“Of course! Thank you so much,” you say, sitting at the kitchen island like you didn’t almost get your back blown out in this house 48 hours ago.

‎

‎Just as she’s slicing a piece and setting it in front of you—

‎

‎“Yah.”

‎

‎You turn your head and nearly choke.

‎

‎Seunghyun is leaning against the hallway wall in the same grey sweats from his last crime. Black hoodie. Wet hair from a recent shower. Barefoot.

‎‎Unholy.

‎

‎“She’s not here for pizza, Mom” he smirks, eyes on you.

‎

‎“Don’t be rude!” his mom scolds. “She likes my pizza. Sit and eat.”

‎

‎“She likes other things more,” he mutters under his breath.

‎

‎You nearly drop your slice.

‎

‎He leans closer while his mom’s back is turned. “Upstairs. In five.”

‎

‎You nod once, trying not to pass out from anticipation (and dehydration).

‎

‎Upstairs – Seunghyun’s Room – 7:21PM

‎

‎Door clicks shut.

‎

‎You haven’t even turned around yet when he’s already behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.

‎

‎“I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

‎

‎“You saw me two days ago.”

‎

‎“Yeah, and I dreamed about you twice after that,” he says, lips trailing along your neck. “I woke up hard both times.”

‎

‎You open your mouth—maybe to tease him, maybe to insult him—but it turns into a gasp as his hand slips under your hoodie, fingers stroking your bare skin.

‎

‎“Still warm,” he whispers. “Still soft. Still mine?”

‎

‎You nod. His lips crush yours instantly, devouring, demanding. The kiss is messy this time—urgent and deeper. Your back hits the wall and you feel his thigh between yours, pressing just right. You roll your hips down into it without thinking, chasing friction, chasing him.

‎

‎“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna make me lose it before we even get to the bed.”

‎

‎You laugh, breathless. “So lose it.”

‎

‎He groans and suddenly scoops you up like it’s nothing—one arm under your thighs, the other at your back. He drops you on the bed, crawling over you with his hoodie falling off his shoulders, revealing that long, lean torso you definitely remember tasting.

‎

‎“You sure?” he asks, voice gentler now. “If we start this, I’m not stopping until you’re shaking again.”

‎

‎You stare up at him, heart pounding. “I walked for 7 minutes to get here. again. What do you think?”

‎

‎He grins.

‎

‎“Good,” he says. “Lie back. Let me make you cry a little.”

‎

‎

‎Your clothes come off piece by piece, each one slower than the last. His lips trail every exposed inch of your skin like he’s memorizing it.

‎

‎And when you’re bare beneath him, he kneels between your thighs, palms pushing your knees apart.

‎

‎You squirm.

‎

‎“Still nervous?” he asks, voice low.

‎

‎“No,” you whisper. “Just—don’t tease.”

‎

‎He smirks. “I won’t.”

‎

‎And then his mouth is on you.

‎

‎No warning.

‎

‎Just heat and tongue and pressure—so good it knocks the breath from your lungs. He licks you slow at first, lazy circles that make your hips twitch, then faster, deeper—lips locking around your clit while two fingers slide inside you.

‎

‎You grab the sheets. “S-Seunghyun—”

‎

‎He hums against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back. His fingers curl inside you just right, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl.

‎

‎“You close already?” he murmurs, eyes still locked on you. “Didn’t even take ten minutes.”

‎

‎You whimper. “D-Don’t stop.”

‎

‎“Wasn’t planning to.”

‎

‎He sucks harder and you snap—back arching, body jerking as you squirt again, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

‎

‎“Oh my god—Seunghyun—!”

‎

‎He groans, licking you through it, not stopping until you’re pulling at his hair and gasping for air.

‎

‎He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning.

‎

‎“Still sweet,” he says, leaning in to kiss your lips. “You taste like you missed me.”

‎

‎You’re still trembling when you flip him over.

‎

‎“My turn.”

‎

‎‎You straddle him, tugging off his sweats and boxers in one go. He’s hard, thick, and leaking already.

‎

‎You wrap your fingers around him and his whole body jerks.

‎

‎“You good?” you ask, cocking your head.

‎

‎“Not for long,” he pants.

‎

‎You smile and lower your mouth to his tip, licking him slowly—then all the way down until he hits the back of your throat.

‎

‎“Fuck—” He slaps a hand over his mouth, the other gripping the bed. “Oh my god.”

‎

‎You suck him slow at first, using your hand to stroke what you can’t reach, then faster, wetter, your tongue swirling just under the tip.

He’s whining now—whining, high and breathless.

“You’re—shit, you’re too good at that—”

You pull off just enough to whisper: “Thought I was sweet?”

“You’re evil,” he groans, hips bucking.

You lick him once more and crawl back up, lips slick and swollen.

You’re already dripping, his hands trembling just slightly. Not from fear—no, you’ve seen him hold you steady with the confidence of a boy who’s wanted this forever—but from restraint.

He lines himself up, tip brushing against your entrance, eyes flicking up to yours.

“You sure?” he asks one last time, breathless.

“Seunghyun,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please.”

He pushes in slowly—inch by inch—until he’s fully buried inside you.

You both freeze.

He’s breathing hard through his nose, jaw clenched. “Fuck.”

You’re stretched around him, throbbing, full in a way you’ve never been. The sting is real, but it’s nothing compared to the way your body clutches at him, needy and wet.

“You okay?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nod. “Just… don’t move yet.”

His thumb strokes your hip gently as you adjust, heart pounding like a drum.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers. “Better than I ever imagined.”

Your walls flutter around him at the words. Your hand claws at his back. “You imagined this?”

“All the time.” He kisses your jaw. “Especially after you moaned my name in my shower.”

You laugh—then gasp when he thrusts just once, deep and slow.

“Still funny?”

You shake your head, lips parted.

He starts to move—deep strokes, slow but firm, like he’s trying to touch the bottom of your soul. Each time he sinks back in, you feel it in your chest. Like you’re being filled with something more than just his cock—something bigger, something known.

Your fingers twist in the sheets. “Seunghyun—”

“Talk to me,” he pants, pace steady. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

That does it.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them further apart, tilting your hips up. His rhythm changes—deeper, faster, grinding into you like he’s trying to make you forget everything else.

You moan louder now, the sound echoing off his bedroom walls.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.”

“God—Seunghyun, I—I can’t—”

“You can.” He leans down, nose brushing yours. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking tight.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he kisses the corner of your eye.

“Hurts?”

“No,” you breathe. “It’s just—too good.”

He slows again, hips rolling deep and smooth. Your legs tremble from overstimulation, but you’re chasing it now—chasing him. He reaches between you, rubs your clit with gentle, messy circles.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Come on. Give it to me.”

You fall apart under him, body locking up, muscles tightening as your orgasm rips through you like a wave. Your nails dig into his back, your voice catching in your throat.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me—” he groans, losing rhythm as he starts to unravel too.

“I want it,” you whisper. “Come inside me.”

That’s all it takes.

He shudders, curses, and buries himself to the hilt as he comes—groaning into your neck, hips twitching through the aftershocks.

The world is silent afterward, save for your tangled breathing.

He doesn’t move right away. Just lays there, still inside you, holding you like you’re the only real thing he’s ever known.

Then he whispers against your skin: “...I’m in so much trouble.”

You laugh weakly. “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you now.”

—

Author's note: yea.. thats mostly it LOL T°T

[tacobacoyeet]

More dilf Patrick!! Pls!!!🤭🤭🤭

i am sorry it took me so long to get to this. i have been thinking So Much. there is smut MDNI!!!!! also i did not proof this at all i was quite literally just yapping

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hear me out: he’s wearing those old ass shorts. you know the ones. frayed at the bottom, loose at the thigh, hanging low enough to hint at the curve of his hipbone. and they have a hole. somewhere vaguely obscene. and he will not throw them out. “they’ve got history,” he says. yeah. so does the roman empire. let it die.

he also has a mug that says "best dad" in comic sans and he drinks his coffee black out of it like it’s some kind of war ration?? always finishes the last two bites of your food. carries cheez-its and specifically the tangy great value fruit smiles in his hoodie pocket and forgets they’re there until bedtime.

and then there’s the dad stuff that just—does something to you. the way he crouches to tie tiny shoes and mutters “double knot for safety” with his brows furrowed like a surgeon. the way he lifts the kid one-armed onto his hip and groans like he just deadlifted 200 pounds. the way he kisses their head and says “you good, champ?” and then walks around the grocery store like that for twenty minutes. like it’s nothing. like he wasn’t once a world-class athlete. now he’s just a dad with a half-eaten granola bar in his back pocket and spit-up on his collar.

and you shouldn’t want him more now. but you do. so badly it’s stupid.

he gets the mail barefoot in the rain. does bath time with a towel wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. makes grilled cheeses with the baby strapped to his chest and sings off-key lullabies to a beat that doesn’t exist. he reads bedtime stories in a funny voice even when he’s tired. insists on brushing their teeth "together as a team" even though it takes ten fucking years. he's always been a fan of overcomplicating things... LOL.

you catch him folding onesies in the laundry room—folding, not shoving into drawers—and you’re gone. you back into the dryer and he raises an eyebrow like “babe?” and you’re like “babe.” and then the dryer’s on and the baby monitor is quiet and he’s fucking you up against the clean whites because he’s still got it. he never lost it.

and then later he’s limping slightly, rubbing his back, saying “think i pulled something” while putting aquaphor on the baby’s butt and you’re just sitting there stunned. who is this man?????

also: sunday morning sex when the kids are at art and tashi's. slow and lazy and filthy. he lets you ride him for so long it’s almost mean. your bellies touch. your chests touch. everything is touching. and he moans like you’re doing something unspeakable just by loving him like this. just by wanting him now. like this. after all these years. after the weight and the hair and the way his back cracks when he bends to pick up a sock. you still want him. and it undoes him.

he’s yours. he’s always been yours. and now there are tiny humans sleeping in the next room with his eyes and your smile and he still looks at you like he can’t believe it.

this next section about you bring pregnant. i must admit i had to take a Break because my thoughts were a little crazy!!!! but we are up. anyway: he doesn’t just like the changes. he’s obsessed with them. stretch marks? he traces them like constellations. swelling? he kneels between your legs and kisses every inch. softness? he talks about it like it’s a fucking miracle.

you complain about feeling huge and he goes “good.” not teasing—genuinely pleased. “means you’re growing our kid. means your body’s doing its job. means you’re mine.”

sex while pregnant? his favorite. the extra sensitivity. the way your body cradles his. the need. he takes his time. checks in. holds your belly like it’s part of the rhythm. mutters things that make no sense and still make you cry. "so beautiful. fuck. how are you real?"

and after? postpartum?

when you feel like a stranger to yourself—sore and squishy and leaking and tired—he’s there. nosing at your neck while you pump. holding your hips while you cry over clothes that don’t fit. carrying you to bed when you fall asleep mid-feed.

he’s careful, but not scared. when you’re ready, he touches you like he never stopped wanting you. like the body you’re grieving is still his favorite thing in the world. maybe more so now.

he kisses your belly with so much love and admiration. groans about how soft you feel. his hands don’t leave your skin. his voice drops to a whisper. “all mine. all this—mine.”

and when you flinch or get shy? when you mutter “i don’t feel sexy” he freezes. stares at you like you’ve just insulted god. and then he fucks a correction into you because he will Never ever accept you not thinking you aren't beautiful. we already know patrick feels things deeply!!! he's crazy about you!!!

he doesn’t need you to bounce back. he needs you to stay. to let him memorize every version of you. to believe him when he says he’s never wanted anyone more.

and you start to believe it. a little. when he looks at you like that. but then he makes some fuckass comment about how his bones aren't equipped for that kind of strain anymore and you just roll your eyes and move on. small victories

[yvesssssssss]

could i request nagumo, shin, and natsuki turning into kids again for a day or something (if you’ve heard of that trope!! sorry if you havent LOL) and reader taking care of them because what else are you gonna do when your boyfriend turns back to 5

Sakamoto days men turning into a childe

Nagumo yoichi

You open the door to your apartment, expecting a package.

Instead, there's a tiny child on your welcome mat with messy black hair, mismatched socks, a plastic sword strapped to his back with tape, and a smug little smirk way too confident for someone who can barely reach the doorknob.

“Yo,” he says, hands on his hips. “It’s me. Nagumo. I’m five. Don't freak out.”

You stare at him. “What.”

“Someone thought it'd be funny to hit me with some age-reversal serum,” he says, shrugging like this happens all the time. “Long story. I’m adorable now. You got juice?”

“…You’re my boyfriend.”

“Not for the next twelve hours, babe,” he chirps, walking into your apartment like he owns it. “Unless you’re into daycare romance. Not judging.”

You're still frozen in the doorway, processing the fact that your lethal, flirty assassin boyfriend is now about three feet tall and currently attempting to climb onto your kitchen counter.

“I’m making eggs!” he yells.

“No, you're not—get down!”

He leaps off the stool with a cackle, lands like a cat, and runs into the living room. You follow, only to find he’s already fashioned a pillow fort and is demanding “the headband with the frog on it” to “complete his vibe.”

The next several hours are a blur of:

Nagumo trying to duel your neighbor's cat with a plastic spoon.

Drawing a very detailed crayon map of how he plans to rob a candy store.

Asking you 47 times if he can have coffee ("just a sip, c’mon")

Falling asleep halfway through bragging about how cool his future self is.

When he finally passes out, curled up on your chest with one hand still gripping your sleeve, you hesitate before whispering:

“…You are adorable.”

Tiny Nagumo shifts in his sleep and mumbles, “Knew it…”

Shin asakura

You opened your door expecting to start your day peacefully, but instead, a very small, five-year-old version of Shin was standing on your doorstep, looking incredibly serious despite his pint-sized form.

“Y/N,” he greeted you, arms crossed, his expression exactly the same as it always is, though now it was framed by an adorable mop of brown hair. “I don’t know how this happened. I’m five years old now. Help.”

You blinked in confusion. “Shin?”

He sighed in frustration. “I know. I’m just as upset as you are. But we don’t have time to waste, alright? The candy’s cursed, I ate it, and now—this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, clearly annoyed by his new body. "Do you have any juice?"

“Are you serious?” you asked, completely bewildered, but already stepping aside to let him into your apartment. “You’re five now. I don't know how to take care of a child!”

“I’m not a child,” Shin muttered. “I’m an adult in a five-year-old’s body. There’s a difference.” He scowled up at you, clearly unamused by your confusion. "I need to solve this before lunch."

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Alright, I’ll get you some juice. And a snack… for now. But we’re taking a nap after.”

“I don’t nap,” Shin replied flatly, still looking too serious for a child his size. “I’m too busy thinking about how I’ll fix this.”

You handed him a glass of juice and leaned against the counter. “You’ve got an hour. Then you’re going down for a nap.”

Shin rolled his eyes and sipped at the juice, but the moment he finished, you made good on your promise. He protested, but there was no winning against your resolve. He was five, after all.

Later that afternoon, after he’d settled down with a stuffed animal and a cartoon on the TV (though he grumbled at the unnecessary amount of cuteness), he finally looked over at you, his face softening just a little. “I… don’t like this. I feel useless like this.”

You smiled and brushed a strand of his hair out of his face. “You’re still Shin. You don’t have to be anything else.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, crawling onto your lap as he tucked himself in. “For being… difficult.”

You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead. “Shin, you’re never difficult. Just a little… extra.”

He smiled lightly, resting his head against you. “Yeah, well… if Nagumo tries to make fun of me like this, I’m punching him when I grow up.”

You smiled down at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I’ll remind him of that.”

Natsuki seba

You weren't prepared for the tiny person that knocked on your door.

You opened it to see a miniature Natsuki Seba standing there, holding a candy wrapper in one hand and looking entirely too smug for someone who was probably not even three feet tall. His usual dwrk hair was a bit messier, and his face had an almost too serious look.

“I ate the candy,” he announced, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “It said not to. I ate it anyway. Now I’m five.”

You blinked, looking him over in disbelief. “Natsuki?”

“Yep,” he replied, nodding, and then pushed past you into the apartment. “I figured if I didn’t eat it, you’d scold me for being a coward.”

You didn’t even know where to start. “You’re a child now. You’re supposed to be my boyfriend, not… this.”

“I am your boyfriend,” he said seriously, looking up at you like the fact should have been obvious. “But now, I’m small. And small people need juice and snacks. So I’m going to need some of that before we fix this.”

You rubbed your temples. “You're seriously just... fine with this?”

He shrugged and started rifling through your fridge. “I mean, what can I do? Now, I’m small and cute, but still superior.”

You found yourself smiling, unable to resist his confidence, despite the overwhelming ridiculousness of the situation. “I’m going to make you some lunch. No more candy for you.”

You managed to put together a sandwich, but Natsuki was on the move. “No way,” he insisted, already climbing up the kitchen counter to inspect your cabinet. “I don’t like that bread. Where’s the good stuff?”

You laughed despite yourself. "You’re five! You shouldn’t be so picky!"

“I’m five,” he repeated, “but I’m still Natsuki Seba.” He grabbed a snack bar and took a bite, satisfied. “Better.”

When you finally convinced him to take a break and sit down for a while, he crawled into your lap, eyes half-lidded in a mix of exhaustion and contentment. “You still like me, right?”

“Of course I do,” you said softly, stroking his hair.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because when I’m grown up again, I’m going to marry you.”

You smiled, a little choked up by the sweetness of it. “I’m looking forward to it.”

As he slowly drifted off in your arms, you marveled at the fact that even as a tiny child, Natsuki Seba still had the same intense presence. You might have been taking care of him today, but tomorrow, you knew, it’d be him taking care of you.

[haithhegimp]

Writing of Dick Grayson patching up any of his siblings after a rough fight would heal something in my soul, I think. Bonus points if they're being snippy about it, with Dick bantering back.

wahh i finally got around to this!!! this is very short but i hope you enjoy!

(writing requests are always open, they just take a Very long time usually)

(warning for probably terrible terrible medical innacuracies lol)

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Dick Patching Up Jason

Dick knocks– the family had learnt the hard way what happened if they didn’t– and waits for Jason to open the door. His fidgeting increases the longer that his brother takes, until the door finally cracks open, just a little bit. Jason glares at him, barely visible, and Dick glares right back.

After a few moments of silence, Dick sighs and says, “As fun as this impromptu staring contest is, you’re gonna have to open the door eventually. I know you got shot.”

Jason’s glare deepens, but he opens the door. Dick winces at the blood-stained cloth Jason is holding against his torso, and immediately supports him.

“Fuck off. I can walk by myself.”

“I’m sure you can,” Dick agrees sarcastically, guiding his brother to the couch. He sets him down and asks, “First aid kit in the bathroom?”

Jason gives him a derisive look and scoffs. “The hell do you think I am? I keep it hidden in the closet– s’ way too big to be mistaken for a civie kit.”

Rolling his eyes, Dick goes to the closet and rummages through it until he finds the kit. As much as he’d love to call Jason paranoid, the thing really is that big– a civilian having it would be suspicious as hell. He bristles at the way his brother can obviously tell he agrees, when he goes back to the living room.

“Shut up,” Dick grumbles while sitting on the coffee table and sorting through the kit. 

Jason snorts. “Didn’t say anything, Dickiebird.”

“That look on your stupid face is worth a thousand words, Little Wing.”

Jason scowls and shoves him lightly, Dick almost shoves back but thinks better of it– for now. He finally finds the last thing he needs, and sets the kit on the floor while spreading his equipment out next to him. Picking up the tweezers, Dick turns to his brother with a raised eyebrow. Jason is tense, and doesn’t say a word.

“You gonna be a big baby or you gonna let me get that lead out of you?”

“Shut the fuck up. This part fucking hurts and you know it.”

Dick does, but this is also his little brother, so he says, “Sounds like wimp talk to me.”

Another shove that Dick once again resists returning, and Jason says, “Fine. Just get it over with.”

Jason removes the cloth over his wound, and despite his mocking words, Dick tries to be as fast and gentle as possible. His brother’s shaky breathing as the bullet finally comes out makes his heart twist slightly. 

“You’re fine, tough bit’s over,” Dick comforts.

And with a slightly pained laugh, Jason retorts, “So you admit this part sucks.”

Dick rolls his eyes and swiftly sanitizes the wound. “Dumbass.” 

“Idiot.”

“Moron.”

“Bozo.”

“B– who the hell says Bozo?”

Jason smirks. “Me.”

After a second of incredulous staring, Dick says, “Whatever. Shut up now I need to focus for this part.”

And while he’s preparing the needle and thread, Jason replies, “‘Kay… Bozo.”

Both of them are silent as Dick stitches the wound up carefully. And when he finally finishes, checking that his stitches are well done, he gives Jason a shove on the shoulder that’s really more like a punch.

[esmeralda-cats767]

Squares!!!!

Here they are! I wanted to do all but, like, I was busy with uni, and I procastinated a lot-

For those that I couldn't do, feel free to send me your Triangles and/or other shapes^^

Anyways here are the P1s

@kitcatttt

Really loved your your design! Sorry if the hair is too different to the original (I suck at drawing hair).

@fandomt4keover

I must say, for being a fairly simple design is truly original. I love how almost every part of your Cyan is made by geometric shapes.

@woahtriangle

DUDE, YOUR P1 IS GODLIKE. I enjoyed a lot drawing her, a little too much, actually- I put so much effort than I inicially intended to, like I kid you not I made 3 differents brushes on Medibang just for this xd

@jayden-for-now

Honestly, after doing all the others, this one was like a fresh breath of air, can't say no to a nice and simple design. I wanted to draw the full body but man I was tired.

@thatonepurpleshape

I also enjoyed doing this one! Your P1 is adorable! love the little details like the corruption on the tail. Sorry if some colors are off, I mainly just assumed from what was on the reference + I added some of my interpretations.

@alionanight

What can I say? I saw that your Cyan was an officer and I just wanted to draw him with a gun lol. I really love AUs with mafia themes, so I had a really good time doing this.

@asleepstew

To be honest, the last one that I was planning to draw was going to be the latter but your Cyan (and your Style) was so cute and beautiful that I had to draw him. At first I didn't planned on shading it just like the others, but it looked so empty without it that I just ended up doing it

Sorry again for all of you that sended me your P1 and I couldn't draw them. If you send me your others players (Mainly P2, it's their turn now) I'll do them.

I'm actually having much more fun than I thought doing this. I normally don't finish my drawings due my frustation and perfectionism (specially if it's of one of my OCs), but doing this actually feels relaxing in comparasion of that.

Actually, I'm pretty sure that I already did more drawings than the last 2 years just by doing this xd.

ANYWAYS, Don't forget to send me your P2 (triangles) and Bosses (Blixer, Cube, Cuda, Lycan, You know the ones)

[and-a-side-of-pokemon]

Uuuugggghhhh why is tsme week at the same time as all my coursework deadlines??????? Slowly accepting the fact I'm gonna be posting my pieces later than I wanted too :(((

[getoutofmytardis]

drew these many moons ago in a frenzy. figured i’d fix them up at some point. did not get round to that lol. maybe one day! in the mean time behold my beloved ghosts<3

[strawbubmint]

->

part 1 of a mini comic ft. my headcanon of what happens post thriller bark btwn zoro and sanji :-)

[amelia-yap]

beacon stuff

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost