#btw hear me out when it comes to the han one
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cheeseceli · 1 year ago
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Kpop men who are such devoted lovers. They would never give up on your love, they would chase it till they had it. At this point, they truly believe they were born to love you
"I promise I would love you right, I'd treat you like royalty"
- Hyunjin (skz), Jungkook (bts), Yeonjun (txt), Jeonghan (svt), Yunho (ateez), Han (skz), Beomgyu (txt),
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soobnny · 5 months ago
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dating him | bang chan
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❝ have i told you how beautiful you look this morning? ❞
CHAN | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
chan as ur bf wow congratulations
it’s giving strangers to lovers if i’m being fr
u just meet on a random tuesday like nothing out of the ordinary
conversation is made and for SOME reason, chan always feels the cogs in his head stop turning when he’s talking to u
like it feels like he’s constantly on the run all the time so how come with u it’s so different
what did u do to him
well wtvr long story short, he FELL
fell hard
now he’s ur bf
ok hear me out
perk #1: unlimited supply of his hoodies
he’d love it too .. when u wear his hoodie
doesn’t even try to act upset or bothered that u’re stealing his clothes
sometimes he’s the one to even put it on ur bed so u can wear it after u shower
or when u’re coming home from the dorm and when u open ur bag .. oh! his hoodie!
“ah, i must’ve misplaced it 😅😅😅”
yeaaaaaaaaah sure
sure u misplace the hoodie in ur very pink bag instead of his black bag
u’re not very slick christopher bang
u don’t mind tho
his hoodies are always xxxxl in size and it smells like him
perk #2: u have ur own man wife
that man knows how to do everything
he can fix ur sink, build u a table, put oil on ur doorknobs so they don’t harden, can clean, like what can’t he do
have u seen hometown cha cha cha? he’s giving very Chief Hong in his skills
(minho does too but we’ll talk about him in his post)
oh, did i mention he can cook too
one of his favorite little mini dates is when u just go thru cookbooks together
and then … cook
i’m sorry this man is a sucker for domestic things like this
and cooking together means u also grocery shop together
a fun challenge he made up is where u pick up random ingredients and try to make something decent out of it
maaaaaan he’s just giving husband
anyways back to cooking
imagine him in the kitchen right
and he’s tasting something new he made
ofc u’re curious too cos wow whatever the hell he’s making smells and looks good
when you try to ask him if you can taste it, he’d KISS you
“how do you like it? 😏😏😏”
😳😳😳😳
he’s getting bold
he does strike me as shy at first in relationships
and then when u’re together for long, u’re like damn this man kinda freaky
perk #3: his dog
berry loves u
like sometimes even more than chan
(it’s bc u give her extra treats when u can)
u walk his dog together early in the morning
it’s kind of become routine
u’d just get out of bed with messy hair and still in ur pajamas while chan is perfectly ready bc he loves waking up early when he can
u don’t even care that u look like a mess
bc chan always reminds u how beautiful u are every morning
so … messy hair and pajamas … putting the leash on berry and walking outside
it’d just be quiet mostly on the walk
there’s no need for conversation with chan sometimes
chan would say he finally knows what peace means after meeting u
his favorite scene ever is coming home and finding u asleep on the couch with berry
he has a million pictures of that on ur phone
like different days, same scene
sets it as his lockscreen even
on nights u can spend together, u enjoy watching cringy christmas movies w him
cue recreating the scenes
except it’s a massive failure bc both of u just can’t stop laughing
u especially love those christmas movies one
“I DONT HAVE A TWIN WE CANT RECREATE THE PRINCESS SWITCH”
u end up just falling asleep together
ofc not without cuddling and intimate kisses
chan finds he sleeps easier bc of u
he used to always find it so difficult to fall asleep before
so how come it’s as easy as closing his eyes now
btw u two most probably have promise rings
and he most probably wears it as a necklace
and he loves hugging u from behind
chan loves being able to nuzzle his cheek on ur back and hold u
he’d probably do that thing where u’re unaware and then BAM a pair of arms around ur waist
his chin on ur shoulder
oh Wow….. wow i just made myself crazy thinking about that
he’d lean in to kiss ur neck or ur chin bc it’s closest access
and he’d just look at whatever the hell u’re doing
chan loves looking at u
does that sound creepy
he just loves observing u ok !!!!!!
esp when u’re doing something u love
his heart goes 💗💞💕💕💝💘💖💞💓💓
bc that’s his baby
he just adores u tbh
u could just be standing there and chan’s looking at u with heart eyes
anyways whatever CONGRATULATIONS
u guys will probably last forever bc he’s whipped and so in love
he’s giving me the More In Love vibe
like when he falls, he FALLS
happy 4 u
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iamred-iamyellow · 2 months ago
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⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ Bad Blood
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♥ masterlist | request rules | based on this request
♥ pairing: franco colapinto x fem!driver!reader
♥ synopsis: tensions started rising in the williams garage when bad strategies pitted you and your teammate, franco against each other. after spotting him in a bar the night of a race the two of you bonded over your shared bad result. 
♥ one-shot - wc: 1.6k
♥ as always none of the pictures are mine <3
♥ warnings: swearing, drinking, and vaguely suggestive !!!
♥ a/n: rivals to lovers + forced proximity, go nuts babe. btw there’s some salty team vibes so i just wanna say i love williams (except james) this is purely for the plot lol
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“Plan B, Y/n. Plan B,” you engineer said on the radio of your car.
”Is Franco undercutting me?” you asked, shifting down into a corner.
“We think this is the best decision point-wise.”
“You’re joking.”
“Y/n stick to the strategy, you’ll get your time eventually.” they responded.
“No this is bullshit. What advantage are you giving him? He can’t chase down Kmag any better than I can—at least he doesn’t have the pace right now. I don’t see why you’re making him the priority.”
You reached the end of the main straight watching as your teammate exited the pit lane in front of you.
He was on hard tires, an extremely odd choice for the end of this race. You were trying to complete the last 20 laps on softs while your teammate tried to make up positions on the opposite compound. Wait why the fuck would they put him on those tires? If they were aiming for an undercut, they were certainly going to fail with this strategy. 
You dove down into the apex and collided with Franco, who was turning in front of you. You both spun out into the gravel, ending your race. 
It was always like this. Somehow you always found yourself competing against Franco no matter where you went. 
“Fuck,” you yelled on the radio as you threw your HANS device outside of the car. 
“Are you okay?” your engineer questioned.
“Yup, yeah I’m fine.” you responded. 
The Williams team could hear faint breathing from Franco. 
“Is she ok?” he asked. 
“Yes, are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
-
You scrolled through your phone in your driver's room, coming across a couple of posts about the situation.
@fcswife “is she okay?” FRANCO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😭❤️
@charlesgf16 she really has zero respect for franco huh?
@francodefender1 how could anyone hate him? 😩
You rolled your eyes and clicked off the device, throwing it onto a different cushion on the couch. You were going to need a drink. 
-
Later that night you retreated to a bar you were unfamiliar with. A couple of F2 drivers in your circle mentioned it in passing and considering you couldn't fluently speak the language of the country you were visiting, you hoped to run into a few people you knew.
The room was dark, loud, and packed. You could hear music playing over the sound of dozens of drunk voices. You pushed your way through the crowd of people towards the front of the bar in order to get a drink.
You spotted a familiar face when you arrived. To your dismay it was the only person you wished not to talk to at that moment. His brown curls were immediately identifiable and if that wasn't enough, the fluorescent lighting illuminated his face, drawing your eyes towards the small mole on his cheek.
You looked around for a place to avoid him, but all the booths were taken and the only open bar stool was the one next to Franco.
Because of course it was.
You sighed and took the seat next to him, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.
"A bottle of Dom Perignon please," you asked, causing Franco to snort.
“What?” you shifted your gaze towards him.
“Champagne is for winners,” he said, looking you straight in the eye.
It wasn’t like he was incorrect. Champagne was for the podium—but you had a long day and it was time to treat yourself. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at the man’s comment.
Franco waved over the bartender to get a glass and help himself to the bottle of alcohol.
“You can venmo me,” you said only half joking as he poured himself some champagne.
A small tv in the corner of the bar had a replay of the race and press.
”There were a lot of emotions definitely, uhm I think the decisions tire wise for the strategy weren’t great. It’s frustrating to see the prioritization of your teammate but I guess I have no input on whether that goes to me or Franco each race. We had a rough week overall as a team but I hope we can bounce back.”
“As much as I hate to agree with you… you were right. Both our strategies were fucked.” he said referencing your post race interview, “They screwed us both.”
The two of you never really got along, but at least neither blamed each other for the crash. It was just a racing incident and it didn’t have to prevent you from finally having a civil conversation with Franco.
“To screwing us both,” you smiled while raising your glass of champagne, eliciting a chuckle out of him.  
He clinked his cup to yours with a smirk and took a small sip. 
From that point on your distaste for him slowly started to die down and you began to have a mutual understanding.
-
The next race went over far smoother than the last. Franco ended up in P5 with you right behind him in P6; an incredible result for the two of you and the team.
You jumped out of your car and strolled your way over to his. The camera picked up on you patting his helmet and mumbling something.
Of course this was going to be all your media feed would show for the next few days.
-
That night you found yourself at a far more tame pub than the last.
“From the gentleman across the bar,” a server said, causing you to look up from your phone and towards the direction he was pointing. 
Franco was leaning against the counter with a grin. He raised his eyebrows quickly and waved.
You took a sip of the cold blue drink in front of you and waved back. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pulled out your phone and unblocked a number.
You 
is there red bull in this? 
+1800******
yea 
You got a text back immediately, prompting you to change the contact name. 
You
i think that’s a sin
Franco
oh?
You
yea if i can’t drive it i shouldn’t be drinking it  
Franco
i guess it’s too bad williams doesn’t make energy drinks
You
come sit with me
-
Tensions were still high on track between the two of you but the minute race weekend was over it was like someone flipped a switch.
A few weeks flew by and people started to notice your behavior towards Franco. By now there were probably dozens of pictures of you looking very cozy together at parties, but not getting along at the circuits or simply ignoring each other in the paddock.
Of course people were getting suspicious. Maybe this was a ruse to keep your relationship a secret? Maybe it was all staged for Netflix. Or maybe—you two didn’t really know what you were.
-
“Che,” a voice called out to you in spanish, instantly grabbing your attention.
You spotted Franco in a booth at the back of the club. It was far darker in that corner, but with the flashing lights and loud music you were glad he picked a more secluded area.
The building was full with the familiar faces of drivers and team members.
”Look at you,” he said, impressed.
You laughed and did a small spin, showing off your dress. You knew he’d liked it and by the memory you had earlier this evening, it seemed as though a lot of people would.
”Another date with Franco, huh?” Kika smirked while putting on some dangly earrings. “It’s not a date,” you protested. She spun her body around to face you. “This,” she gestured to your outfit. “Is for a date.”
You slid into the booth next to him, setting your black clutch purse beside you.
Franco’s hand firmly grabbed your thigh to steady himself as he shifted closer towards you. Your eyes darted down to the action but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip loosened as he settled and he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.
A small hum escaped your lips, barely audible over the music and voices, but there was no way in hell your soft noises wouldn’t catch his attention.
”¿Esto está bien?” (is this ok?) he asked in a whisper, causing you to only nod.
His face moved closer to yours, and you wasted no time cupping his cheeks in your hands, and connecting your lips.
You melted into the kiss knowing damn well you daydreamed about this an embarrassing amount.
His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, tasting the gloss you applied earlier. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance and he dragged his fingertips further up the inside of your thigh.
Franco moved down to your neck leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His index and middle fingers brushed the lace of your lingerie, causing him to smirk against you.
“Stand up,” he demanded. He slipped out of the booth and pulled you onto your feet. You grabbed your clutch as he guided you through the crowd, hand-in-hand.
He opened the chiming door and the two of you stepped onto the wet cobblestone. Your heels clicked on the ground as he guided you to his car in the rain.
He pulled open the passenger seat door for you.
“Wow, we weren’t even in there a couple of minutes,” you stated.
“I think we’ve had enough time to talk… quiero llevarte a casa…” (i want to take you home) he leaned down and mumbled to you.
“O en este caso mi hotel,” (or in this case my hotel) “unless you’d rather go back inside..” he trailed off.
You shook your head in protest to his last works and a light chuckle slipped through his lips.
”Alright then,” he smirked, getting into the drivers seat.
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steviewashere · 2 months ago
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I want to write something sort of meta, hear me out on it. Sorry, if this hits too close to home. The idea came to me and I needed to get it out of my system. And...would you look at that, another half-written fic.
Steve ends up getting really into Star Wars after Dustin shows him to it. Like, so much that he gets himself involved with conventions, cosplay, collecting anything and everything he can. He's involved in a fandom space. Learns the world of fan fiction. And let's say that maybe, during his time figuring out where he wants to go with life, he picks up writing fanfic as a hobby.
It encourages him to get an English degree. Encourages him to lean more into that hobby, but then expanding upon it to write original short stories and small novels that go published. But he holds strong to Star Wars and fandom and finding his spot cemented in it. He's been a fan for...nearly forty years at this point (set in 2024, ugh I know).
And maybe he dabbles in online spaces here and there. He ignores the insufferable adults in the Star Wars fandom (the "um, actually..." guys, btw). Indulges the effort of typing out his handwritten fan fiction, ones he used to bring and pass around at conventions, ones he'd let Eddie read with a shy look in his eyes. And he posts them online, has a Tumblr account, maybe does a few short things on Twitter, definitely is on AO3 (albeit newer, having never attempted online fan work before).
But then...then he gets his first little bit of hate. Vicious, gross comments on his work. Sometimes in private messages. Even publicly, once, on Twitter. It irks him. He holds strong, he does. But then it gets worse and worse and somehow, worse. Younger people claiming he's too old, others claiming that he can't write for certain characters because they're out of his age range, that he can't ship certain people, he can't say that a character would do this or that, that Star Wars is media for a younger audience (despite being somebody who saw it "back in the day"). But that he...That he's not supposed to be there.
And that last little comment sticks with him for a long time. It makes his effort and his attention and his love for writing fanworks falter. He stops. Thinks about the characters he loves, of Leia and Han or even Luke and Han or Lando and Han (listen he loves writing Han). But then he wonders if it's even worth it, to indulge this interest anymore. Yeah, maybe he's older than the source material. Sure, maybe he was introduced to it a little later than most, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love it. Yet, his attention towards Star Wars completely falls away.
He stops watching it. His DVDs going dusty and unused. Starts putting away all his action figures, because what if he posts a photo one day and somebody sees them and claims that that's not for him and—
Then, he goes completely offline from fandom. Even if he still gets the emails from users who actually enjoy his stuff, ignoring them completely. Focuses on using the internet for work. For his novels, for the little stories he actually gets paid to write. But his work just isn't the same. The passion, despite being an original story and original source material, is completely dwindled.
His hobby has been stripped from him. His interest has been knocked straight out of his hands. And he just...moves on.
Even if it hurts to go down into the basement of he and Eddie's home, eyes catching on the see-through bins of original action figures, Lego sets, comic books. Even if it makes something strangle in his chest when he opens up the browser on his phone and it immediately opens to a new ship he'd been getting into: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker—because he finally picked up The Mandalorian, because he was finally talked into watching it when he had the free time.
And then it all bursts over when Eddie finally approaches him about it, when they're enjoying a night-in, sitting around lazily on their sofa.
"There's a convention coming into town," he comments, "supposedly, Hayden Christensen is going to be there. We should go, try and meet him."
Steve just grunts in response.
"Oh-kay...or we could just stay home and watch the movie?" Eddie suggests. "Been a while since I've seen Darth on screen, telling Luke about"—
"I don't want to," Steve cuts in quietly, "isn't really my thing anymore."
Silence then follows. For a beat. Then two. A third.
"Not your thing?" Eddie asks him incredulously. "Not too long ago you were raving all about that new show that's coming out! That you saw they were doing lightsaber whips and you were excited to see how they worked! What do you mean it's 'not your thing'?"
Steve shrugs. "Grew out of it or whatever. Got more important things to focus on now." He sniffs, trying to keep himself held together, grumpy and firm in his decision.
Eddie's stare drills into the side of his face. Scalding, just like that lava was in Revenge of The Sith. "Baby," he speaks softly, "did something happen? You haven't even...you don't read your beautiful little stories to me anymore. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven't even seen your lightsabers around here. What's goin' on?"
He fiddles with the hem of his shirt. A ratty plain white t-shirt that he wears now when he's lounging around the house. It used to be one with the Millennium Falcon on it, but that's tucked down far in his dresser. Not for him anymore.
"Steve," Eddie presses, "did something happen?"
His stare stays down at his lap, still fiddling with his shirt. Fingers flexing unfamiliarly in the strings, unlike the loose ones on his Star Wars shirts. "I just"—Steve heaves a deep sigh—"it's time I grow up. It's...not for me anymore. Too old for it now, I guess."
"You guess or you know? Because nobody's too old for anything. Unless, y'know, you're like eighty-nine and in terrible health and trying to hike Everest, then..."
Despite everything, Steve finds himself chuckling. A giddy little sound here and gone in a breath. He shrugs again, albeit smaller this time. Crumbling within himself. Quietly, honestly, he admits, "People were being mean to me about it online. About my writing. That I'm doing it wrong, that I—that I'm too old for it. That I don't belong because of my age." He finally brings himself to look at Eddie, blearily because his eyes are aching and wet. "I got to thinking and I...maybe I've just been too caught up in my own bliss to realize that those people are right. They're right and I shouldn't be into kids stuff anymore."
Eddie makes a soft, sad cooing noise in the back of his throat. "Oh, baby," he breathes. "Baby, those people don't know a single damn thing about your love. But...but I do. I know that you've seen every single Star Wars movie more times than I've probably eaten in my entire life. And what about all those Halloween costumes over the years? I didn't dress up like Leia for nothing, Mr. Solo."
Steve scoffs wetly. Goes to protest, but—
"And...and that handshake! The one with Dustin? You guys have had that for nearly forty fucking years! So, why bother indulging any of these...these hardasses on the internet? Did they sit next to you on the sofa as you fucking curled yourself like a shrimp and wrote every little intricate detail of a kiss between Luke and Han? Have they read your work while you blushed all shy, while you tucked your hair behind your ear and asked for the most earnest of feedback, to make sure you spelt things correctly or put a comma in the right place? These people, did they get to see you blossom and grow like a fucking bushel of roses over your hobby?
"Because I know I did. And even though you were nervous about your words on the paper, you still came to me. You still wrote and wrote and wrote until I had to bully you into breaks, just so you wouldn't ruin your poor wrists. If they had even an ounce of the passion that you do, they could write their own stories. They can make their own endings and make the characters the way they imagine them.
"They choose, instead, to—what—make fun of you because you have a space to express yourself? Because you found passion and turned it into something so beautiful, even I—a dungeon master, someone supposed to be amazing at storytelling—can't put into words? You found a way to do that, Steve. And you do that with kindness. You do it for free, mind you. If their only passion sits within sending you vitriol over people who aren't even remotely close to real, then they're the ones who don't belong.
"If I've learned anything, fandom is a space to share and bounce off each other's words. It's community and it's belonging and it's sharing what you love because you just love it. Fandom isn't bullying. Bullying is just bullying, Steve.
"And everything you've ever done in your life, in regards to fandom and outside of it, is so much better than hate. You may be a nerd or...or a little bit overzealous or whatever, but at least you aren't hateful. I think being hateful, that's worse—don't you think?"
Steve can only stare in response, fast tears down his cheeks, hands shaking in his shirt. Mind reeling. Because, yes, Eddie's right. And he maybe should've talked about it initially, but the hurt festered and festered and tangled and grew until he was nothing but an unhealed scab. And Eddie, he's the antiseptic to his uncovered cuts—the ones deep on his heart, where all his love is—even for things considered mundane, like movies, like TV shows.
"Steve," Eddie carefully murmurs, wrapping Steve's hands with his own, "you don't have to do something right to love it. You don't have to be a certain way to be happy. If Star Wars made you happy, then why give it up?"
He sniffles and chokes back on a sob. Because, again—damnit—Eddie's right. "I miss it," he admits quietly, "all I've done is miss it."
Eddie gives him a small smile. Something achingly soft that reaches deep within Steve. "Then open your arms and welcome it back, baby," he whispers, "even if you can't be online anymore, do it for yourself."
"I...I want to try it again, I'm just...scared. What if people hate it all over again? What if they're just nasty to me and shut me down and push me to the side and"—
"But what if they love it? What if your readers have missed you just as much?"
"You think?" he meekly asks.
Eddie's eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "I know, actually. Your emails keep coming in on the computer's desktop because I keep forgetting to log you out. And, baby, you would not believe how many people have been eager for updates, for your return." His thumbs work into the backs of Steve's hands, warm and sure. "And, if it helps, maybe I can moderate your comments before you look at 'em? I'll read them to myself and if they're mean, I'll delete them."
Steve blows out a breathy little chuckle. "You'll just get mad at them," he gently teases. "But that doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I should try again. Not yet, though. I'm not ready."
"That's okay," Eddie assures, "take things slow. Maybe we start with watching the movies again? Getting your lightsabers back on display?"
"Can we go to the convention, too?"
"We can do whatever you want, Stevie."
For the first time in a long while, Steve finds himself smiling. "I love you," he whispers.
"I know."
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dipperscavern · 4 months ago
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reading the father cregan most has made me feel things ?? my womb is empty ?? and waiting for cregan ??
ALSO KISSES i will always read your tags. they are the favorite parts of my day, in addition to when you post. notifications stay ON.
climbing up the walls with more thoughts of father cregan 🤠 (gods be fucking good, this does sound like a convent. hi sisters!) 🛐
i digress. as we have well established, cregan is a lovely father. he's patient. he's a leader. and he's got that stark loyalty and determination to protect what he loves. which is you and your little pups. (ur so right. he only refers to them as pups.)
i imagine that when your water breaks, you are squeezing this man's hand to the point of bone breakage. pleading with him not to leave. so when the maesters come in and settle you, they look at cregan, expecting him to leave the room - per tradition. one of them, maybe the youngest, starts speaking. "lord stark-" and cregan shuts that shit DOWN ☝️ "your lady stark does not wish it." and everyone knows to shut up and listen when it comes to lord and lady stark.
he is absolutely the type of lad to pick your kids pups up as they climb all over him. once in a post, you described his back as burly enough to sled on and your kids are determined to test that. HELP CAN we actually picture cregan's velocity sliding down a hill like 😐 while his kids are giggling, sliding on his back. hi! hello!
he tells your kids stories of the north in that rugged god-sent accent as he tucks them in for bed. will probably sneak out with them in the night to go get lemoncakes from the kitchen. he gives them cute little fur cloaks to wear, with the house stark embroidery. THIS IS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO SOB
holds them during his meetings. could literally be planning to go to battle or smth, and one of his kids comes in. he just puts them on his lap before continuing with battle strategy. he was just meant to be a dad. he's so giddy about it. so in love with you, and grateful that you gave him this. you gave him chubby little pups running around the castle, hands up in the air reaching for you both. he just wants more :((( crawling at your feet, in your arms, and more in your belly.
i fear i'm going to crash out if i continue. (will definitely be continuing with more asks later. ✊️)
-🔄❄️
REVERSE ELSA ANON HERE TO GRACE US ALL AGAIN !!! yes pls continue later arF ARF ARR ARF
u read my tags….. stop ily. notifications on too i am truly honored. ANYWAYS… SISTERS SISTERS GATHER ROUND. GATHER ROUND FOR FATHER CREGAN
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you are so right btw. because when your water breaks, that’s when it all becomes real to you. yes, you want this babe out, but birth is a scary, painful thing. hearing the stories of men choosing to save the babe instead of the mother (i glance to viserys), or of men being done with their wives after they do their duty has only heightened your worry in having to go through it. cregan would never do that to you, you know this, but the thought is a scary one, and it lingers nonetheless. it doesn’t help that the rational side of your brain isn’t in charge right now. you’re afraid.
so when cregan goes to leave and fetch the maesters, you, not usually one to make demands — find yourself almost yelling one.
you both stand rooted to your spots, looking at the fluid on the floor. he was trying to help you into bed, but apparently your pup had other plans. you’re momentarily paused, cregans arm around your waist, hand enclosed in yours while facing the bed. shock hangs in the air as both you realize what this implies. he moves to remove himself from you.
“I will fetch the—“
“No!”
your tone of voice stops cregan in his tracks. has his brows pinching not in their usual hardness, but concern. he had hardly begun to turn away before you reached for him. he tilts his head to look at you, your own dropped down, gaze fixed on the floor. you look at him, a mix of so many emotions on your face cregan could not begin to name them all. you have a hand over your stomach, the other firmly clasped over his arm.
“Do not go. Please, Cregan. I’m afraid.” he’s never heard you like this before. fearful. you mistake his worry for refusal.
“Please— I ask this of you—“
“You need only ask once.” he reassures.
you sigh, relief flooding your veins at cregan heeding your request. it’s tradition for the husband to remain outside of the birth room, but you’re not sure you can do it without him. cregan only pulls you closer, shouting the name of your sworn sword that has been made to accompany you everywhere since the late terms of your pregnancy. the knights response is instant, opening the door with a hand on the hilt of his sword.
“My Lord.”
“Fetch the maesters, Ser. The babe is coming.”
the knight only hesitates with shock, before bowing with the ghost of a smile on his face and running to do as commanded. the entire castle has been waiting on your pups arrival, you both included.
eventually, the maesters arrive — and in tow with them, an army of midwives and your usual ladies in waiting. cregan stands at the foot of the bed, far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to be at your beck and call. they’re attentive, maesters setting up their various herbs & medicines as your ladies in waiting prepare the room itself, your midwives attuned to your every move.
one of the youngest maesters, new in his craft, looks at cregans unwavering form with hesitation. he swallows, and begins to speak before one of the elder maesters can stop him.
“My Lord, it is tradition—“
“Your Lady Stark does not wish it,” he says, looking at the young maester. “So it shall not be.”
the man only nods, returning to his work with his head low. the other people in the room, who have served under cregan for years, know when lord & lady stark come out to quiet themselves & get to work.
the labor is long, and the birth difficult, but cregan is there every step of the way. eventually, hours upon hours later, your pup enters the world — kicking and screaming.
“A boy, Lord Stark!”
cregans heart skips a beat. a boy. an heir.
before you know it you have three. two boys, and one girl. cregan melts into the father role like he was made for it, and every time you get the gift of watching him interact with your kids, you get more and more convinced it is so.
watching them hang off his back, giggles falling from their lips, stretched in a wide smile as his much larger arms come to support under their legs. the view of it from behind makes you laugh, each & every time. cregans back almost swallows your kids whole, their tiny frames dwarfed in comparison. even so, he handles them with a gentleness most wouldn’t expect from the wolf of the north. alike to how you might handle a butterfly landing on your fingertip, or the delicacy used to handle newborn foals.
cregan verses them in the culture of the north, along with its stories. tales of vampire direwolves, the old gods & weirwood trees, and the stories cregan himself was told as a child. he’s careful to not scare them too much, but sometimes, other people can get carried away. a guard or one of the men on his council letting a frightening tale about the others slip, resulting in them asking to sleep with you and cregan for the night. of course, you oblige every time, generous in your reassurances that the others are no match for Ice — or for their father.
your daughter has him wrapped around her finger. pleas of staying up just a little longer, or riding just down that trail are almost always obliged. he can’t help it, when she looks up at him with those big pleading eyes of hers — the ones that are akin to yours. asking him sweetly if they could please check for any leftover lemon cakes. it’s late, she should be asleep, but cregan can’t help himself. opening the door in a way so it won’t creak, hushing her giggles and buying the cooks silence as they get a late night snack.
and yeah, when one of his pups stumble into the council meeting, he doesn’t turn them away. he picks them up to slot them on his lap, and the stern look on his face is all they need to see to know to be quiet if they want to stay. he could be planning anything — from a hunt, to going to the winter town himself to take care of a group of men intent on causing havoc. it could lead to bloodshed, but your kids don’t seem to hear that part, just content being with their father.
cregan wouldn’t trade this life for anything. he loves his pups, and he’s so in love with you. passing by each other during the day, and cregan always stops you, pulling you to him to slot his lips against yours — no matter how busy he is. he can’t help it, you’re just so lovely, and you’ve given him so much. he thinks of you every time he looks at your pups, and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. seeing your pups throw snowballs at each other, and he can’t resist, pulling you close & bending to connect your lips with his. you melt into him every time.
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yukioos · 3 months ago
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hiiii ♥️♥️♥️
I have a request for wade Wilson ♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤
So I was thinking like a friends to lovers kinda thing where they're doing a sleepover and a pillow fight happens and then they just end up confessing their feelings? This sounds so silly my bad.
Thank u in advance. 🤍🤍🤍
espresso — wade wilson x reader
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warnings: confessions, reader overthinks and worries wade might not regenerate, wade calls reader ‘pookie bear,’ not proofread
summary: reader and wade have a sleepover and have a pillow fight. they end up confessing to one another.
authors note: from the start will probably come out on monday-wednesday! i haven’t been able to watch the x-men movies in a while so the logan oneshots might not be as accurate until i watch them again. this request isn’t silly btw, i think it’s so cute and im glad you requested it! you have amazing manners and thank you! enjoy 🎀
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next door to wade’s apartment, you and wade lay on your bed in your apartment. mean girls begins to play on the large screen in front of you. you hear soft sounds from it, the scene where cady gets invited to karen, regina and gretchen’s table plays. wade makes comments as the movie plays.
he suddenly asks, “do you have face masks? the cool clay green ones that make your face smooth? i mean, it probably won’t work on me but maybe it’ll look cool.” animating his words, rubbing his face.
“yeah, i do! i have the container in my bathroom. i’ll go get it, hang on!” you exclaim.
you pat his thigh as a quick goodbye, knowing you’ll be back. you swing your legs over your bed and hop off, walking a few steps to your bathroom. you place your hand on the handle, open the door, and grab a green container.
you look around the counter for a spatula to spread the clay with. eventually, after opening a drawer, you find it and pick it up. with both items in your hand, you head back over to wade, whose attention is on the large screen in front of him.
he turns his head in your direction when he hears your footsteps, “ooh! is that the clay mask thing? looks yummy. oh, did i tell you about the calamari i had yesterday?” he pauses.
he told you about the calamari as soon as he ate it and sent you photos and texts as he was in that restaurant.
but you lie, enjoying hearing him speak, “no, but how about i put the mask on you while you tell me?”
he nods and begins to rant, you pick up the container and turn the lid. scooping up some of the clay with the spatula, and gently holding his face in your palm. his eyes are focused on yours as he continues to talk.
you spread the clay on his forehead, scooping up more when there’s no more on the spatula. you nod at his words, he switches subjects every couple of minutes. once the green mask covers most of his face and looks pretty, you put the spatula down and start spreading the paste on your face.
you look at yourself in a hand mirror, listening to wade talk about negasonic teenage warhead and her girlfriend.
“you know, yukio is so sweet and has that pink hair, the total opposite of her girlfriend! she always says her hello’s and goodbye’s to me whenever we see each other or leave!”
you agree, “yeah, she’s a real sweetheart. her hair’s adorable, real talented girl.” both of you admire her.
you talk about multiple things in ten minutes, switching subjects constantly. you then tap wade’s shoulder to warn him it’s time to wash the paste off. you gently grab his arm and tug, leading him to the bathroom.
“move your head near the sink and wash your face with the water,” you instruct, looking up at him.
he nods, you turn the water on and make it a lukewarm temperature before smiling at him. he lowers his head down and runs his hands under the stream, rubbing his face. he brings his head back up after a minute, and you see green spots on his face.
he keeps his eyes squeezed shut and asks, “can i have a washcloth? i don’t want my eyes to hurt.”
you state, “yeah, give me a minute. you have some paste on your face.”
you bring your hand up to his face, wiping spots of paste with your thumb. although his face is scarred, he’s the most handsome person in your eyes. you then grab a washcloth from a hanger and gently press it on his face, careful to not irritate his skin.
“does that feel fine?” you ask, feeling him nod against your hand.
you place the washcloth in his hand and lean down to place your face under the water. you gently rub your face to get rid of the paste, feeling wade’s presence behind you. once you bring up your head after washing thoroughly, a washcloth is placed in your hands.
“the material of that washcloth was so soft! oh, one time when i was on a mission, i was at a hotel and i wore those super soft robes. oh, the material made me want to bust all over the—” you continue to listen to him talk, he pauses every couple of minutes to switch topics.
you nod at the words he says, asking questions in between to keep him entertained. after you dry your face with the washcloth, you place them on the counter and walk back to your bed with wade.
the two of you lay on your bed together and continue to watch mean girls, you lay your legs on his.
as you are distracted, you suddenly feel a soft pillow hit your chest. you groan and hold your chest, look to wade, and see a smile on his face. you grab the pillow behind you and hit his chest hard, causing him to wheeze.
he grabs one of the pillows and immediately starts softly hitting you, enough to notice the impact but not enough to feel pain. giggles fill the room as you continue hitting each other and failing to dodge the hits.
being wade’s best friend is always fun, you get to hear about his missions and be apart of them once in a while. you’re the first person he comes to when something happens in his life or he gets exciting news, and vice versa.
but you want more. there’s nothing you want more than to be in a relationship with him, although he’s a busy man. you don’t know if he’d take it seriously if you told him you like him, you blush every time you talk to him.
the thought that he wouldn’t regenerate his health one day has haunted you for years. you always hug him and say sweet words before he goes on a mission. it always seems like his life meant nothing to him because he’d always regenerate.
“you okay? did i hit you too hard? i’m too good, aren’t i?” he asks, teasing you, “but really, you kinda zoned out. are you okay?” his eyes are filled with concern.
you look down in hesitation before you blurt out, “i like you.” you pause, “i’m sorry that now might not be a good time but i really wanna cherish everything we have because you’re a really good person. i just worry every time you go on a mission because i don’t know if you’re coming back. you always act like it’s nothing to you but i get worried your healing thing won’t work when you need it to.”
you keep your eyes focused on the pillow on your lap, wade sits across from you and replies, “i like you too. not like, i mean i do like you but i mean, you know what i mean.”
you sheepishly smile and you feel warm, “really?”
he smiles at you and nods, “i’ve liked you for years! i never told you because you complained about one of your guy best friends telling you he likes you, and, well, that happened a lot. i mean i understand why they like you but since you didn’t like them liking you, i thought you wouldn’t like me liking you. you’re the only person who matches my freak.”
you stare at him and smile, “so we can figure out what we’re gonna be later?”
he nods and agrees, “yeah, but can we continue watching the movie?”
you nod and both of you place the pillows down behind you. you curl up next to wade, who lovingly places a hand on your back for safety and stability. you feel a soft blanket being draped on your and his body.
“night, wade,” you state, closing your eyes.
“night, pookie bear,” he replies, making you chuckle.
you fall asleep in his warm arms, feeling protected and loved.
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changbinsboiledegg · 11 months ago
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skz with a very needy!sub??? 👀
btw your so cool i could give you a big smooch on the cheeks please never stop being cool
Thank you for thinking I am cool. What are we?
GN? Reader X SKZ
(Tried to keep some terms general, if that makes sense. No specific body parts were mentioned except for, yk, d1ck.)
MDNI!!!!!!!!
Warning: Dom x Needy Sub dynamic?, swearing, usage of vulgar language, teasing, some are hard doms, some are soft, usage of seggs toys, semi-public seggs mention, smut (only a little), protected or unprotected seggs— that’s up to you. Lol.
Note: I’m so sorry this is late, it’s been a shit month (year). I’ll learn to spell s*x properly when I’m rich. Until then, it’s SEGGS. (Joking) But regardless, here you go lovely. As always, if no one has told you, Ilyyyy 🫶🫶 If you see any typos, please bypass them I'm sorry.
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Chan
He doesn’t give in easily when you’re very needy. Surely you’re aware of this by now.
But that doesn’t stop you from trying everything under the sun to turn him on and need you just as much as you needed him.
“Please!” You begged, literally on your knees in front of him. He just looked down at you, unphased.
“Please what?” His gaze held you captive.
“Please…” you couldn���t finish that sentence, you brain turning to mush. You mentally cursed, hating that he made you nervous after you so confidently stripped in front of him slowly.
“Come on. Can’t fuck you if you don’t know what you want.” Chan stood firm on his role as your dom.
“Please fuck me.” You finally mustered out, meeting his gaze. Chan smirked.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Lee Know
Minho knew you were needy when it came to sex, but he specifically knew when you were needy.
He always knew what to do to make your neediness increase. He loved seeing you get so turned on.
Of course, he wasn’t evil. He always gave you the satisfaction you wanted, however, he definitely was going to play with you first.
You squirmed in your seat, trying to control your breathing as Minho remotely controlled the vibrator inside of you. He continuously changed modes, either sending you close to the edge or fueling your need for more.
“Had enough yet?” Minho asked. It was clear that he enjoyed teasing you. You whimpered as the vibrations send shivers through your body.
“I want you!” Your tone a pleading one. Minho took in the sight of you for a moment— a complete mess for him by him.
“I guess you’ve earned it. Come here.”
Changbin
When you were needy, Changbin didn’t waste a second. He wanted to give you what you wanted while still being in control.
You came to him, being extra clingy, knowing the second Changbin became just as touchy with you, he would make you feel so good that you would have trouble remembering your name for the minutes that followed.
You started out slow, mindlessly playing with his hand before it ended up resting on your thigh. Then slowly, he’d find himself sliding it towards your inner thigh, gripping and squeezing the flesh under.
Then he’d feel the result of your neediness and within a few seconds, he’s inside of you, taking you hard to satisfy your neediness.
At least in that moment, that is.
Hyunjin
He’s used to your neediness by now and even enjoys the fact that he’s able to turn you on without having to do anything.
He loves seeing the way you react to his actions, no matter how simple. Hyunjin doesn’t like making you wait, though.
One minute he’s running his fingers through his hair, the next he has you bent over and taking him so well, you forgot about everything troubling you.
“Hnng! Hyun-Hyunjin!” You felt his hand clasp over your mouth as he took you harder— faster.
“Shh, don’t want the others to hear you cum, right?” He whispered sharply close to your ear. You shook your head, but in the back of your mind, you thought about how you wouldn’t mind anyone else hearing how good he’s making you feel.
Han
“Can we sneak to the bathroom or somewhere private?” You asked Jisung, feeling particularly needy that day. Turns out you tend to feel needy at the wrong times.
“Why? What happened?” Jisung was oblivious at first, showing genuine concern. He thought you were having a good time at this party, and you were, but you wanted a different kind if fun.
“It concerns your dick.” You whispered, feigning innocence for the partygoers around you two. By the look on his face, he seemed just as needy to be inside of you in some way.
“Okay, I see now…” he immediately looked towards the nearest bathroom. “What if someone hears—“
As soon as you caught his gaze, you pulled him towards the bathroom. Jisung chuckled, “you know I’m in control, right?”
“This isn’t about control,” you shut the door and locked it, then immediately lowered to your knees. “It’s about need. And I need you now.”
Felix
You’d begged all day, the need for him to touch you in any way that he could was gnawing at you.
And still, Felix continued to tease you, making you beg more just for begging in the first place.
“Felix, please. I’m going to die if you don’t—“
Felix drowned your next words out by crashing his lips onto yours, his hand cupping your jaw just enough to keep your head in place, but not to hurt you.
“Tell me, darling. What is it you want exactly?” Felix’s breathy voice filled your ears once his lips departed yours.
“I need you. Whether it’s inside of me or-or…” you were trembling. Not from fear, but from the aching feeling between your legs. Felix kissed you again, softer this time.
“Lay back. I think you’ve earned it now.”
Seungmin
“No.” Seungmin said, not wavering in his response to your neediness. He knew you’ve been in a constant state of arousal since the event started but he wasn’t about to cut it short just to give in to your desires— or his, for that matter.
You felt a wave of disappointment but understood. You just wished he would do something immediately.
Seungmin looked over at you and discreetly placed his hand on your thigh underneath the table you two were sat at.
“Don’t look so sad. I’ll reward you when we get home.” He winked before gently squeezing your thigh, leaving shivers of need running up and down your body.
“Can you hold out for another hour?” He added in a low whisper, “or are you going to be impatient like last time?”
You wanted so badly to answer ‘yes’ to the second question, knowing your release would be delayed, but at least he’d start immediately.
But your patience always earned you the best orgasms. Fuck. You had to think carefully, and Seungmin was awaiting your response with a half raised eyebrow.
“I can hold out.”
Seungmin smirked, “good.”
I.N
Jeongin was never one to make you wait or delay your release whenever you were particularly needy for him.
Sometimes you wondered who was the dom and who was the sub.
of course, when you two were alone, you were reminded of your role as he filled you up while his hands tightly gripped your wrists, pinning you down into the mattress.
Even as he pounded into you, your body feeling the shocks of relief from the pent up tension between you two, you still felt needy for him.
“Ohmygod—“ you gasped, leading into a wordless cry of pleasure as you felt that familiar knot building up in your stomach.
“You’re so cute. You act like this is the first time I’ve fucked you like this.” Jeongin grunted, his pace unrelenting.
You knew by now that you were in for a long night.
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vampirzina · 10 months ago
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I really liked your Johnny Cage Sister! Reader post with Kung Lao and Bi-han. Maybe you could do a part two where they actually confess? Maybe kiss? 👀
Btw I love your writing sm!! Keep up the good work! :]
✮ ┆cage’s sister!reader (w. Bi Han & Kung Lao) hcs
╰ ‘fessing up
tw: gn pronouns (mostly you/your), sfw, mdni, short hcs and blurb, friends to lovers, johnny cage mentions
note: thank you SO much!! it makes my heart swell to hear you love my work! here’s your part two anon. it’s a little long
masterlist : hollywood & cityline divider
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With Bi Han, it was kind of in the spur of the moment. Bi Han knows you know and it’s been flat since you let him know that you did, but as frustrating as this is for him because it’s inert, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions just because you didn’t explicitly agree or repulse at the idea. He didn’t say it outright, but it was close enough for you who were waiting on him to make a move (regardless of Johnny who outright disproved); you just didn’t think it’d be after an argument between the two of you, when he’d come to you again.
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You made your irritation very clear, forgetting the notion of subtlety for cordiality. You found that a simple lower helped keep further headaches (Johnny) far away from you, all further sores but the one you were mad at.
Bi Han kept his distance for long enough, it seems, and he’d waited until he got you alone and away from prying eyes (again, Johnny) to address the previous indignation towards you—you’d gotten hurt, and instead of focusing on if you’re okay, he chastised and warned you to be careful.
Yes, he did still tend to your injuries… But that’s not the point, you think.
Maybe it’s your swollen ego, but you didn’t take that as an order, rather just a suggestion. And knowing Bi Han for this long, it’s sparked an argument. You could stomp, roll your eyes and suck your teeth all you wanted, but you couldn’t pierce the fortified ice.
You left him standing there and you’ve both been scowling at innocent people since. That was hours ago. Now, at three in the morning you stare him down, who stands in your doorway. Your eyelids close in a long blink. “Do you know what time it is?”
“I don’t care about the time,” Bi Han flatly replied, but there were hints of the leftover tension from the last time you two talked. “I’ve been standing here for long enough. Let me in.”
“If it gets you to go away faster,” you step aside anyway as you mumble, uncaring for whether or not he heard you. It’s three in the morning. “What do you want? Don’t you have snow to make?”
“It’s not snow, it’s ice. And you act as if you’re so busy that you can’t spare a wink of sleep,” at least Bi Han’s acknowledging of your previous state. “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm.”
“Don’t really care. You also didn’t answer my question. Big fat ‘eff for you, unless you want to fix that?” you saunter and skirt around him as you find a seat on the couch of your house. “Or you did you just want to badger me about nothing? Or couldn’t sleep?”
“It did not feel right to.”
This piqued your interest now; the last bits of sleep flew away from the surprise. Bi Han? Lose sleep over something? …You piece it together, and when you finally realize what this had to do with you, you blink for the umpteenth time. “Alright. So the sky must be falling, then?”
“[Reader].”
“Well!” you hold your arms up to keep Bi Han from chewing you where you sit, before folding them again. “Okay, let me just not—okay. But you’re actually losing sleep over this?”
“I did not want my words to be taken the wrong way,” Bi Han started, stepping closer to you once, twice. “Fine, maybe you can hold your own. But the chance that you could die will still linger for as long as you are imprudent. I am worried about you in ways that exceed the boundaries of our relationship, but it only comes out as frustration because you are too stubborn.”
“…What?” was all you could say to his profession, but in seeing his reaction, you shook your head in apology. “Sorry—god—it’s just the way you said that, it really just sounds like you want permission to worry about me.”
“Do not jest with me,” Bi Han warned.
“I’m not! I’m just calling it how it is,” you swore, facing him now with your hands resting on the armrest. “Because what if I wanted you to worry about me more?”
Bi Han’s hardened eyes seemed to twist into slightly wide eyes that bore into you, as if to ask you if you’re serious.
“I’ve thought about what Johnny told me, and its ironic but I can practically feel the heat radiating off of you and you tell me to hush when I bring it up,” you recall, breaking eye contact for a moment to. “I thought on it since. All of this worrying is really cute, you’re not bad yourself, so why not?”
Bi Han’s hands choke his biceps as his arms havent moved from their folded stance since he got here. He hates your overt casualness, but such feeling is overcast by the unknown feeling of kindling warmth in his chest. To you, it looks like he’s in doubt. You rise to your knees on the cushions and curl your index at him—Bi Han’s muscles listen before his head.
You crane your head up just a little further, and balmy lips come to kiss the corner of his mouth. It’s a quick kiss, nothing too fancy, but it has him melting. It’s a bold move, you know, as you reach a hand to pick at his stiff frame, maybe in a gesture to dispel awkwardness. Has your eyes ever been this beautiful?
In what is supposed to be a serious moment, his brown eyes don’t move from your face as fingers that mimic a spider to crawl up the side of his bicep flick his nose—boop. You make the respective sound. Bi Han is still completely unmoving.
“No more sparring dates now, ‘kay? Getting sick of those.”
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Kung Lao confessed in the sweetest way. Thanks to Raiden pointing out the little things that Kung Lao initially glossed over, he would’ve never thought to just confess and end the waiting. Kung Lao would’ve preferred if you confessed to him, but it’s not like his pride would be hurt by just doing it himself instead at this point. In his head, he’s already got you (he knows that now, again, thanks to Raiden), so all that’s left?
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“The MVP… Me. I’m the MVP,” Kung Lao muttered to himself, his fingers chasing his eyes that skim over the minute details of his uniform through the reflection in the shallow pond. To the other side of him; he so conveniently parked right by a patch of flowers.
You were supposed to be here any minute now.
Kung Lao had been methodically stringing along all morning the moment he knew you’d come by last night: he would send Raiden for you, under the guise that he (Kung Lao) had been looking for you. In the time it took you to find him, he’d hype himself up and unlike the last time, not embarrass himself.
However, he’s skipped class for this. He may get in trouble later, but this is the only way Johnny couldn’t come bumbling in to stop him. The rewards are bigger than the consequences.
From the corner of his eyes, he sees you.
You wave your arm, the already-small smile on your lips growing as he looks at you. Kung Lao turns to you now and, meeting you in the middle, grins back.
“Man, are you hard to find. What’re you doing all the way over here?” you beam, your fist coming up to nudge him. “And aren’t you supposed to be training? Johnny and the others are… Liu Kang offered to teach me, but you know...”
“Yeah, not your style, you said,” Kung Lao finished for you, his eyes flickering over your face. “But if I offered, would you?”
“Depends,” you lick your lips, attempting to hold eye contact that he could not seem to keep. “Can you? Be a teacher, I mean.”
“Of course I can. Johnny just gets lucky sometimes and gets the upper hand, but doesn’t mean I’d be a bad teacher,” he squinted playfully at you. Kung Lao watched as you mimicked him, tilting your head in skepticism. Then, you laugh. He suddenly feels… Conscious. Like his chest is hollow and there’s butterflies living in it.
You settle. “Anyway, Raiden told me you were looking for me?”
It takes Kung Lao a moment to realize that you’re talking again, no less asking him a question. He lets out a quiet yet exuberant ‘oh’, “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Ask me something?”
“Yeah,” Kung Lao affirmed, but as soon as he did, he couldn’t fix his mouth to continue.
In a rush to save his face in the silence, he looked around the scenery a little less than haphazardly—Kung Lao, in posthaste, went up to the patch of flowers and took off his hat. You watch him nimbly slice the bright white flowers, and bring them to you.
It’s then that you realize what’s going on.
“Man, I thought without Johnny in the way I’d be able to just say it,” he started again in a huff, holding the flowers. You reach out to cup the fist that’s practically strangling the flowers. His fists loosen. Kung Lao looks from the gesture to you—you’re already looking at him.
“If this is what I think it is, you don’t have to say it, if you want,” you said, simpering at him for a moment before a hand comes to your heart to soothe the way it’s beating out of your chest. “Is this why you skipped? That’s so… Gods, it makes my heart feel funny.”
“That’s ‘cause you like me back,” Kung Lao guessed into the air, glimmering brown eyes finding yours even when you turn away. “Right?”
“You’re so dumb. Of course,” you sigh out.
Kung Lao, who’s gone pink, cheers—for himself, and for you—he didn’t have to tumble over words because you already knew. He lets you have the flowers, but you have to think quickly before they’re crushed between you and him. Kung Lao pulls you in and giddily rubs your back before he’d hold you by your face.
The excitement soon simmered into a smile.
Your eyes aren’t looking at Kung Lao’s anymore, but at his lips; you’ve been dying to for longer than this moment. When he catches on, the thumb that lie right under your eye swatches there. Then, he closes the gap.
You hum into the kiss, your arms moving from his abdomen to his neck. Kung Lao draws you closer, deeper, his hands sliding across the width of your back to wrap around you. It’s you who broke for air.
“[Reader]?”
You swiftly turn to look over your shoulder as a smug Kung Lao looks forth at a gasping Johnny.
“Motherf—”
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BONUS
Johnny looked out to the fiery sunset at the porches edge, his elbows rested on his knees. You sat not too far from him, your eyes narrowed in contentment of the sight.
Your brother sulked for hours about betrayal, but the more he went on about it, the more he seemed to grow passive about it—in other words, it sorted itself out.
“You know what, can I ask you something?” he rubbed his hands together before clasping them, and when you hum in acknowledgement, he continued. “Are you happy?”
You took a moment to think on what he meant, and then you figured he must still be on it. “Yeah… I am. I will be.”
Johnny Cage lifted from his position to look at you fully. You did seem satisfied with yourself, even when you turned to return the eye contact. He couldn’t help but let out a quick winded laugh at you. “So if you’re happy, then so am I. I mean, life’s too short for this crap, [Reader]. There’s so much more things to worry about, and you’re a grown adult.”
“Exactly,” you agreed. “I won’t act this way when you eventually find someone again, though. Hopefully I’ll be too busy getting ahead with him.”
“Shit, I hope so too,” Johnny reclined back on his hands, going quiet for a moment to look out into the scene again. Then, face contorted in seriousness, he swiveled his head to look at you again. “It’s cliche, but if he does anything to hurt you, I’m kicking his ass. I promise you.”
“Oh, I believe you, Johnny,” you chuckled. “But you say that as if I’d just let them?”
“I don’t mean it that way, but you get the idea,” he exhaled, his face although softening, still wears a soft scowl. “Just so you know that I mean it, ‘cause you like to act like I don’t and then get shocked when I do.”
“Sure, sure,” you nod along. However, it comes out incredibly fake. It sets Johnny off.
The two of you begin to bicker, and in bickering you miss the beauty in the sun setting on your home.
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pinyeti · 6 months ago
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EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI
Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?
I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 
Whats quirrel doing here
OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK
Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad
WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 
So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies
Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease
What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 
No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on
WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?
Is yoda suidicdal???
WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT
 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker
BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL
??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE
Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring
YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE
I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill
"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"
Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 
Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 
Lando is growing on me, also squid guy
This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it
Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith
Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred
Hansolo my pathetic little idiot
I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON
IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF
You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before
OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA
Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 
Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago
Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs
OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE
OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL
Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be
Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 
He has such kind eyes
Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW
Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 
Love lando 
YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF
Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY
No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??
Damn no one in this world can dance
OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE
ok fine anakin is cute
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smallestapplin · 7 months ago
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Kaveh and Alhaitham omegaverse hc
I was going to do more but it's late and I'm so tired. But I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts, opinions, or asks! ^-^ might make more later.
Btw this is separately. Lemme know what ya think.
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Kaveh
- hot take, Kaveh is actually a alpha, he just doesn't act like a jerk like most do because that's just not him, it's just his secondary gender to him, nothing more.
- He envies omega's and their ability to make such comfy structures. He tries to make nests but gets embarrassed at how well he makes them he destroys them and never mentions it.
- He's very picky about scents, but it makes him so nervous about what he smells like or how other's perceive him after hearing a few omegas mention how they love the scent of their alphas.
- He smells sweet like honey, with subtle scents of the coffee he drinks. However his sweeter mellower scent gets drowned out in all his nights at the tavern trying to drink away his stress.
- Kaveh grows distressed easily, which sours his scent in more of a burnt popcorn smell which shoos other's away from him on accident.
- You two started off as friends before anything, just the cute omega who worked at the Tavern, his harsh scent and drinking made you worried, so slowly while making his drinks you'd talk to him. You aren't surprised at how much he opens up, but it surprises him how kind you are letting him vent like this.
- Sometimes you'd even meet him outside of your place of work and get shocked at just how wonderful he is without the drinking, you don't mind, but he holds a conversation better without slurring his words.
- One thing led to him asking if he could court you, and how could you say no when he made you a mini scale model of a garden?
- His nesting habits come up when you come to his (Alhaitham's) house, to his room and see the nest he forget to take down.
- He was stressed last night and being covered helped!
- "I-i hope it's not a turn off or anything! I just, I get stressed and sad and these are nice to have to feel safe, you know?"
- You do, you make stressed nests all the time.
- But you don't move, which worried him, until you look at him and gesture to it "Can I join you in your nest?"
- Asking like any mate should.
- "Yes! Yes of course! Oh i hope it's okay and up to your standards-"
- "Kaveh, it's your nest, not mine, I'm just happy you are letting me inside it, I'm honored.'
- You comment on how good the structure of the pillow walls are and how comfy the blankets are, and it ends with your alpha curled around you, dozing happily with you in his arms, nuzzling into your neck scenting you.
- He purrs loudly, it fills a small room with noise if it's quiet enough, but its so cute.
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Alhaitham
- another hot take, he is an omega. He hates leading, hates being the center of attention, loathes it when people ask him for anything, he just wants to be left alone with his work and to leave.
- However is never misses taking his heat suppressants, never misses taking any scent blockers, and doesn't even touch nesting matieral. To everyone and anyone he is just a moody beta.
- His scent is hidden, at most he smells like fresh paper, ink, and his shampoo. However if you were to smell is original scent it would be sage and orange, it's pleasant but not too strong, though you'd be able to point him out in a crowd from it alone.
- He rejects his secondary gender to the nines, he's seen how omegas get treated and hounded after and he's just not interested in finding anyone to date or mate, he will be damned if he's expected to be some stay at home omega either.
- No nesting items aside for whats needed for his basic bed, just two pillows and two comforter, and that so he can switch them when one needs to be washed.
- Since he is on surpressants he doesn't have his heat,, he avoids it like the plague, which he is thankful for cause it's just a nuisance in his eyes, he sees no purpose in having one, and he's is one of a handful of lucky ones that can afford it.
- His friendship qith you was a slow build. You two started off as 'you're the only coworker I can tolerate.' To occasionally chatting just before leaving for the day, to one of you hiding in the other's office to pretend to be talking something over to avoid people, to small hang outs outside of work even if you'd do most of the chatting, to coming over to his house (and promising his roommate not to speak a work.) to him denying he has any feelings for you.
- You are another omega who gets where he is coming from, and the only person who knows he's an omega too! So he swears it's just that you two have something to bond over.
- You two only started a unlikely courtship after he had been avoiding you for weeks, and you locked yourself in his office to explain himself, his calmness just annoyed you further and further until he broke at the sight of you near tears.
- You thought you were losing your friend, and honestly he did too.
- You walked out of his office with a bright smile and one of his favored bookmarks as a small claim.
- You give him gifts all the time, which he thinks is not needed but he can't help but feel touched by the fanart you always gift him thinks he's mentioned wanting to needing in passing.
- You two take it slow, but you both mesh together well, it's clear to see how you two fit together like a puzzle, one easily picking up one thing the other lacks, it's like watching a well oiled machine in action.
- He finds your scent comforting and often likes spending time at your house than anything,, it's drowned in your scent, how can he not love it?
- He watches you build a nest so effortlessly and beckens him in. His heart flutters, knowing this is a big step and a huge sign of trust, even if his expression doesnt change much.
- He likes cuddling with you face to face or you laying on his chest so he can still read, but he always keeps an arm around you, or is at least touching you in someway.
- Everyone knows you two are together just from him walking into work smelling like you, or because you barge into his office or wherever he is reading to scold him for leaving his lunch.
- His purr is silent, you'd never know he was purring unless you pressed your ear to his chest.
- His scent is safe with you, and you know you can rely on him to help you with your heats.
- Though neither of you know how that one will work as omega omega relationships are rare, and there isn't a guide book (he's looked.)
- But you two will get through it together.
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restinslices · 8 months ago
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hiiii :D
would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?
like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?
Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.
Bi-Han
When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it 
I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”
It's something he notices but doesn't point out
When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first 
I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand
He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first 
There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees
His brain goes to physical things
If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack 
I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me 
As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic
He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright 
If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through 
He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner 
He's a good man Savannah- 
Liu Kang
I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it 
He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it 
Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed 
When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack 
His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body
I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him 
He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints 
Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal
He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't 
He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed 
Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down 
That's his thought process with migraines as well
Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep 
He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”? 
That's him 
You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no
Kung Lao
He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take 
Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw” 
So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”
But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”
He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will 
When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-
I'm joking… slightly 
Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat
And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away 
He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day 
However, that wouldn't be his only solution 
Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine 
Medicine he'd obviously share 
He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you 
Same with medicine for migraines 
He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket 
He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort 
Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with 
Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest 
I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-
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jinnie-ret · 1 year ago
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HIII so I'm the one who asked Abt the sister reader and I wanted to rq a older brother skz x adoptive little sister reader where shes 15 and cusses a lot and is always getting into trouble like piercing her ears without anyone knowing, loud introvert, things like that and how they react to it? Love ur writing btw!🫶🏻🫶🏻
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stray kids x adopted sister!reader
genre: fluff
content warnings: none
word count: 0.6k
summary: the boys are too used to their little sister's rebellious ways by now, but that doesn't stop them from worrying every now and then.
Hi thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this one! :)
As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)
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You had just arrived back to the dorms in the morning after coming back from your friend's house and spending the day with them all yesterday. It was silly of you to think that that boys wouldn't be awake at 10am in the morning.
"Ah, Y/N, nice of you to come home," Changbin says sarcastically, arms folded as he leans against the kitchen counter.
"It's not that late...?" you tried to get around the awkward situation, as you saw all of the boys eating breakfast with their phones out, and if you looked closer you would have noticed they had it open on the groupchat they had with you, waiting for a message to know when you'd be back.
"You could have told us you'd be ok," Han sighed in relief, coming up to you and affectionately stroking your hair back, but his fingers caught your ear, where you had gotten your second set of piercings done.
"Ow," you winced, causing him to raise a brow at you.
"You good?" Felix stood next to him, the September twins wondering what was the matter.
"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing," you shrugged them off and hopped onto the kitchen counter, nicking a piece of toast from Hyunjin's plate.
"I'll let that slide only because we were worried about you," Hyunjin sighed, still giving you the side eye despite his comment.
"Why were you worried?" you bit into the toast.
"Maybe because we haven't heard from you since 2am? What were you doing up at that time anyways?" Chan sighed, walking up to you and getting up from his seat at the table.
"Just watching films and that," you shrugged, mistakenly brushing your hair back.
"Oh, and what else did you get up to?" he frowned, huffing out a breath though his nose as his finger brushed against your new piercing.
"Ow... fine I got my seconds done," you admitted, looking away.
"With what money?" Jeongin laughed, "you only went to that local gig with your friends recently, and you can afford to have another piercing?"
"There was a discount! I got it done for ₩15,000!" you said happily, feeling like you had gotten a bargain.
"Oh dear, well hopefully you've got enough money left to pay for antibiotics when you get an infection," Minho wrinkled his nose.
"What do you mean?" you frowned.
"₩15,000?! That's too cheap, who knows if the metal is good quality, or if it was sterilised," Seungmin spoke up.
"Ah, well, I'm sure it'll be fine, only live once don't you?" you waved off their concerns.
"Yep, with infected gunky ears," Hyunjin patted your head.
"Stopppp," you whined at their teasing. But you didn't expect anything less from your brothers.
"Look, next time just tell us where you are and if you're ok, yeah?" Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, Felix thought you died," Changbin giggled.
"I did not! I just thought she got kidnapped..." Felix trailed off after his attempt at defending himself.
"You do worry about me a lot," you laugh poking Felix's cheek.
"You're still a child, of course we worry," he hugs you to him.
"Ah, I'm not that young, I'm mature enough," you smile at them all.
"Yeah right, we still hear you cursing like a sailor when you're on the phone," Seungmin exposed you with a smirk.
"Who corrupted our baby y/n?" Han shook your shoulders, making you almost dizzy.
"Ok, ok, calm down," you giggled at him.
"I remember when you were 11 years old, so innocent, and now look at you," Changbin cried out, putting on a fake emotional voice as he covered his face.
"Such a rebel now," Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head at the scene in front of him, as Felix clung onto you and Han, Jeongin and Minho where now inspecting your piercings.
tagged: @skz-streamer @backintomykpopphaseagain @hannahhbahng @kiraisastay
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soobnny · 5 months ago
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dating him | seo changbin
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❝ everyone pay attention…. i love my girlfriend ❞
chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
okay hear me out
hear me out …..
seo changbin biggest kisser 🙁🙁🙁
i can just imagine him kissing u all the time
every chance he gets
forehead, chin, neck, cheeks, forehead, lips, WHEREVER.
nowhere is safe
he just thinks u are so beautiful
also just a hunch but he probably is a big thigh kisser i feel like he loves thighs !!!!!
have fun thinking about that
changbin is giving me best friends to lovers type beat
either that or strangers to lovers with a miscommunication twist
picture him accidentally getting ur food order cos u got the exact same thing
and the waiter’s like .. “are u (name)?”
he’s confused at first bc huh no i’m changbin
and then u come over
AND NOW HE IS SO EMBARRASSED
this is embarrassing
this had to happen to him in front of a pretty girl … you … why
that’s the beginning of ur love story
wait i just suddenly thought of something
OK SO here’s an alternative meet cute
you
well…
you can’t park for the life of u
and he’s next in line to u
so he helps u 😭😭😭
like gets out of his car and parks it for u
u offer coffee as thank you
who was he to say no
ANYWAYS fast forward to the present
i feel like ur dates are either dinner cruises or dollar dates
like either extremely expensive
or cute, fun, and cheap
it depends on his mood or the event
he loves spoiling u tho
mention one thing u want and he probably already bought it for u
he just knows u that well
either that or he’s rushing to buy it immediately
OKAY NOW
here are some of the things he does for u
changbin special #1 —> opens all ur jars for u
having a hard time opening ur bottle of water? no worries
changbin to the rescue
want a pickle out of that jar? he’s already grabbing it and opening it for u
u will never touch a jar in ur life anymore
changbin special #2 —> shares his food w u
i feel like food can be one of his love languages
he just wants to be sure u’re eating well and good when you’re with him
PLUS i just watched their interview where the members say he doesn’t share
but with you he does ok !!!!! with u he does
he’d share anything with u 🥹🥹🥹🥹
changbin special #3 —> “saw this and thought of u” text messages
and it’s the cutest things ever
or the most random things
no in between
it’s a coin on the floor or a little squirrel
speaking of texts
he’s the type to spam u with cute messages and emojis
i miss you baby 🥰🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💖💕💕🩷❤️❤️💞💓💞💗💕💘💝💝💖😍😘😘😘🥰😍🥰🥵
changbin special #4 —> piggyback rides
u will never ever have to worry about being tired bc changbin is there to the rescue
he loves it too bc he gets to have u close and he can also hold ur thighs
changbin thigh obsession agenda
he loves running with u behind him
honestly i can def see him as playful at times
but not too fast
he couldn’t risk making u fall
one time it happened and he doesn’t think he could ever forgive himself after seeing the TINIEST scar on ur knee
cleans it up for you and everything
moving on
now here are some of his favorite things to do WITH you
he loves when u guys r just chilling and he has u on his lap
if he could, he would keep u there 24/7
would be the type to pull u on his lap during movie night with the boys
EVEN THO THE COUCH ISN’T EVEN FULL
cue playful vomit noises by the boys
he couldn’t care less
at the end of the day, it’s HIM who has YOU on his LAP
so who’s rly winning
he also loves doing chores to ur favorite songs
mini dance breaks in between
he’d use the broom as his mic
now you have a personal concert from the boy
loves doing girly pop songs
yes he’s singing that boy is mine by ariana grande
yes he’s also doing the tiktok choreography
and YES HE’S ABSOLUTELY EATING IT UP
yes btw, he would film tiktoks with u
you’d send him a like and he’s just down every single time
you’d even catch him trying to memorize the choreo on his free time
u know that yeah glo tiktok .. yup he’s rapping
just ANYTHING with u
and ofc how could i ever leave out gym dates
the first time u accepted to go to the gym with him, he was convinced he could die right there
he would die a happy man
he’s happy u’re sharing his passion w him
(even more if u aren’t rly a gym person before him so he appreciates it even more)
HEART EYES when he sees u in ur gym fit
buys u everything
all the outfits and whatever u need
becomes protective at the gym
but he does everything for u
cleans the equipment before u use it
spots for u and things like that
anything for u
princess treatment fr
side eye at the guys looking at u
u would suddenly feel a figure behind u
don’t worry, it’s just changbin trying to show everyone that he’s the lucky guy that got u
he’s quite ltrly ur watermark
he also loves that cliche push up thing where u’re underneath him and he kisses u everytime he goes down
oh did i tell u he has one of those ‘i ❤️ my gf” shirts
and he LOVES wearing them in public
he’s so cheeky with it
hmmmmm what else
OH he rly enjoys making silly faces at each other from across the room
he always makes u laugh
and smthn i see happening is him trying to do legos with u but he rage quits
changbin also gives me healthy communicator
but like
u have to give him a bit of space first
he can get angry so the moment he does, he asks u for a moment
cos i feel that he’s easy to upset
when he’s sure he won’t take it out on u
and when he’s sure he’s a bit more level headed
he’ll ask if u two can finally talk abt it
good job changbin
anyways
at the end of the day
the boys are sick of u two
they know everything about u
PLUS he always has a stupid smile on his face whenever he talks about u
I LOVE LOVE !!!!!
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sgiandubh · 11 months ago
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Hola, Sgiandubh.
Mordor no debe estar muy contento con esas fotos que publicaste. Nos acusan de publicar recibos antiguos cuando hay un avistamiento Tait y, ahora, BIF y sus seguidores se dedican a rebloguear antiguas entrevistas donde ella hablaba del prometido "sin nombre". Ya se encargaba el magazine de turno de editar el texto añadiéndolo para que no quedara duda de su identidad. Como ese bloguer de IG que ha cambiado la secuencia de fotos y no ha publicado las que han causado tanto revuelo pero si se ha dedicado a seguir insultando a las #shipperscrazies. Manipulando la información real que hay disponible. Si eso no es reunir a las tropas para tranquilizar los ánimos no sé qué es 😆
Dear Rallying the Troops Anon,
Me alegra mucho que Mordor no esté contento con estas fotos, por supuesto. La idiotez colectiva del Otro Lado es contundente y menospreciar al adversario - la peor estrategia que pueda imaginarse.
But without further ado, let's translate your comment:
'Hi, Sgian-dubh,
Mordor must not be very happy with the pictures you posted. They accuse us of posting old receipts every time there's a Tait sighting, but now BIF and her followers are busy reblogging old interviews where she talked about the 'unnamed fiancé'. The magazine had already dutifully edited the text, adding to it so there would be no doubt about his identity. Just like that Instagram blogger who changed the order of the pics and did not post those that caused so much commotion, but who did continue to insult the #shipperscrazies. Manipulating the real information that is available.
If that is not rallying the troops to calm things down, I don't know what is 😆.'
Well, then - LOL. As I just said: I am very glad that these pics irritated the shit out of Mordor, of course. The collective idiocy of the Other Side is blatant and of course, belittling the adversary - the worst possible strategy.
But remember (hahahahaha), darling: double standard is a paramount policy of the Best Fans and the Only Ones, FWIW. They feel they have a license to do just about everything: repost things when reality bites and people begin to realize maybe things are not just as black and white (but rather more than fifty shades of grey, LOL). Insult people who dared question their honesty and/or intentions, with a ferocity that says a lot about their unsavory mob. And also play the ostrich, when people come to them with info like this very recent one:
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The reactions are just priceless:
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Sure, Jan, wherever you'd live (a 500 people village, somewhere, I suppose). Because social and business dinners happen on Saturday nights, since the dawn of humanity (where is McIdiot, on that Saturday night, since it's all so social/business? rehearsing Smooth Operator with Blonde Bambino?). And yes, of course, 'pictures or it did not happen' (it did happen before, btw, albeit with chaperones, but never with the multi-millionaire, successful music producer!), on that we agree, and it's rare - this round's on me. That being said, it's priceless to read (and almost hear) those banshee shrieks: 'They are not romantically involved!!!!!!!!!!!!' I spat my Coke, again and remembered this wonderful Terry Pratchett quote:
 'Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind.'
So, as you can see, that rally cry was also very, very far away from being efficient. As Cambronne famously said at Waterloo: merde!
One last thing and please try and not hate me for it, since I might have misunderstood what you really meant: there was no editing, as far as I know, of that interview BIF reposted. That name was always there, but once more, never uttered by C and just added for context by the journalist, when she wrote her paper. See for yourself:
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Reading that last phrase tells the whole story: 'finding time that suits both their schedules is also proving challenging'. ROFLMAO. For Christ's sake, the 'intensely private' one ain't no Quincy Jones! And this is how you just know Tatler sugarcoated a very bland, unenthusiastic interview. A very common practice.
Salud! Don't be a stranger, Anon. You inspire me. 😘
PS: that banshee shriek was completely unnecessary. Anon just said they were 'catching up', nothing more (which immediately makes me think there was something more about it). Nobody suggested anything romantic. Pavlov's dog will always react to the stimulus, though. And thank you, querida, for the heads-up. 😘🙌
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lunaloveskpop23 · 27 days ago
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Vampire Stray Kids x Reader
Summary: The reader is going to a party. What happens when the house where the party is at is filled with vampires?
Warning: cussing, angst...lots of it.
Genre: angst. fluff.
*PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK*
*THIS IS PURELY FICTION*
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Y/N's POV:
I was driving to a house for a party her friend invited her to. She didn't understand why she invited to a party in the middle of the woods. But she accepted the invite and now is lost in the middle of woods while it is raining.
"Why have a party in a place that looks like the movie Clue or any cliche horror or mystery movie? It makes no sense." I grumble to myself.
I come across a big house. It was huge and I was thinking it was where the party would be at. I drive up to it and I get out. I run up to the door.
I knock on it.
Nothing........
Okay. Let me knock louder. I knock louder and wait.
"Maybe its the wrong pla-" I hear the door opening.
I look and see a man. A man who is close to my age and I blush.
"Um...is this..."
"Are you Ms. L/N?" He asks me.
I blush.
"Yes. How do you know who I am?"
"We were expecting you, miss. Your friend said you were coming." He let's me in. I walk in and look around.
"Where is Ruby?" I ask.
"In the room over there. That is where the party is happening, " he says, walking ahead of me. I walk quickly behind him.
I look around noticing it's not looking like a party.
"Um...where is everyone?" I ask.
"In the living room, mi-"
"Um, call me Y/N. I feel uncomfortable with you calling me miss."
"My apologies, Y/N. You may call me Changbin btw." He bows and I bow as well.
He takes me to the living room. I see Ruby with a group of people. I look around and see people from our job. I run up to Ruby.
"Bestie!" She yells and hugs me.
"Hey!" I say happily and hug her.
"I was wondering when you would show up." She says.
"Yeah, why did you pick this place of all places?"
"Well, there are some really attractive guys who own this house and they let me use this house for this party because they are friends with our boss."
"Hongjoong? They know Hongjoong?"
"They do."
Interesting.....Hongjoong has never mentioned them before. I wonder why.
"Drink my lady?" I look up and see a man with blonde hair asking me.
"Oh um no thank you."
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I hear someone clear their throat. I look up and see Hongjoong.
"Good evening. I know this is a weird place to throw a party, but I am good friends with the people who own this house. They are our new partners and will help this company grow. Please give them a hand." He says and everyone claps. We see a group of men walk on stage. One being Changbin.....wait I thought he was working for the house or something. And the guy with blonde hair who was asking me if I wanted a drink.
One of them walks up to the microphone and clears his throat.
"Thank you, Hongjoong. My name is Bangchan and we are the company known as Stray Kids. We are excited to be a part of this family!" He says happily. Something doesn't seem right.
"Oh my god, they are so cute!" Ruby whispers to me. I roll my eyes and I feel eyes on me. I see one of them looking at me with intense in their eyes. Like they want to.....eat me?
"Now, eat, drink, and have fun! I know we will." He smiles and winks. Some of the women nearly faint and I roll my eyes again. What is up with these people??
They get off the stage and start chatting with Hongjoong.
"Oh my god, they are really handsome! I can't believe they will be working with us!" Ruby whispers to me.
I have a weird feeling about this.....
"I'm going to go talk to Hongjoong," I say, walking to Hongjoong.
I get closer and Hongjoong looks up.
"Ahh! There is my favorite worker! Everyone meet, Y/N. Y/N, this is Bangchan, Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Lee Know, Jeongin, and Seungmin. They will be working with us from now on." He says drinking his drink.
I bow at them.
"Nice to meet you all." I smile. But they don't know that it is a fake smile.
They all bow at me.
"Hongjoong, I already meet Changbin. He actually opened the door and let me in." I say.
"I did. It is nice to see you again, Y/N." He says smiling at me.
I blush a little. I hear lightning outside.
"Oh my, the weather is becoming worse outside," Hyunjin says.
"Maybe people should go ahead and head home." Lee Know says.
"Alright, everyone! You can go ahead and leave before the weather gets worse." Hongjoong says. A lot of people leave and I am the last one to go outside. I noticed my car......it's missing...
"Where's my car?" I say to myself. The lightning gets worse.
"Ms. L/N!!" I look and see Felix. I run back inside.
"Are you ok?" He asks me gently. I feel a towel on my head. I turn and see Han.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"It seems like the weather is getting worse. You might have to stay the night, Ms. L/N," Bangchan says softly.
I nod and they bring me upstairs to show me a room for me to stay in for tonight.
"Thank you." I smile and they smile back.
"If you need anything, just ask one of us," Felix says and they leave.
I sigh and look around my room. I sit on my bed and feel sleepy. I lay down and fell asleep.
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*4 hours later*
"HELP ME!"
I wake up in a panic and run to see what is happening. I run downstairs and see no one. I look around.
"Was I hearing things?" I whisper.
"You're awake." Someone whispers in my ear. I scream and turn to see Bangchan. Something about him seems different. Wait....what is that red spot on his sleeve.
"Oh my god are you bleeding?!" I say and grab arm and look at it. Wait....it looks fresh but not......his........I look up to his eyes and he smiles at me. His eyes turn red. I let go of his arm and back up.
"You know, Hongjoong was right. You are beautiful." He says.
I run and run to the door. Hyunjin appears before me. I scream. I run to the kitchen. I see Felix and Jeongin drinking from two of my coworkers. I get scared.
"Oh, Y/N." I turn and see Hongjoong with red eyes and smiling at me. '
"Hongjoong? What is going on here?!" I yell.
"Well, something he never told you is that, you work for vampires sweetheart," Han says. I turn and see him, Changbin, Seungmin, and Lee Know.
"You are all vampires?" I ask.
"Yes, and a few of our coworkers are too. This whole world is filled with monsters. We are only the few that you see. There's werewolves, sirens, hy-"
"No.....no...I must be dreaming....I......this can't be real..."
"Oh but is." I heard a voice that sounded familiar. I turn and see Ruby.
"Ruby?!" I say.
"Hi, pookie." She smiles at me.
"Hi baby," Hongjoong says kissing Ruby.
"Why am I hear? Why did you make me stay?"
"Because....we are intrigued by you." Felix says.
"What?"
"Yes, we want you to join us." Seungmin says.
"We will treat you like a queen." Lee know says.
"Our queen," Bangchan says walking up to me.
They circle around me.
"So, what do you say, love?" Changbin says.
I did not know what to say.....out of all people.....me? Why? Vampires?? Ruby and Hongjoong being vampires???? Ruby and Hongjoong dating??? What is happening?!
I pass out.
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*2 hours later*
I wake up and see Ruby and Hongjoong looking at me. I sit up.
"Have you decided anything yet?" Ruby asks me.
I get quiet.....It wasn't a scary dream....
"If i say yes, what will happen?"
"A promotion. And 8 men that would do anything for you." Hongjoong.
I blush.
I think about it for a minute.
"ok...."
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Hi everyone. Happy spooky week. I'll be writing stories up until Halloween. 2 will most likely be after Halloween which I apologize about that. I have some ideas for you all my pookies. I hope you guys enjoy it and enjoy the first one. I wanted a vampire story, so I decided to do it for Stray Kids. I hope you guys enjoyed it.
- Luna 🩷💜
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boykombat · 1 year ago
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Tomas Vrbada, - "Jealous Makes Company"
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Description: Tomas wasn't the best in dealing with jealousy. It made him feel bad, but he couldn't handle when others looked your way. Your boyfriend was so loving, and doting. But seeing him act this way was.. interesting to say the least.
Tags: jealousy, praise, cream pies, voyeurism, eating out, tomas being a needy bitch
words: 1.8k
I need him so bad pls.
stop woobifying him I'm so scared
afab reader btw guys :3
💨 Enjoy!💨
Tomas was more reserved than his adoptive brothers. Through the years of being in the Lin Kuei, he's seen his fair share of his brothers secret lovers. Whether finding out through accidentally walking in on them, or hearing headboards rocking against stone walls, he knows.
This fact in turn, made him insecure. How come his brothers could have anyone they wanted? Was it his looks, or his attitude?
To say he was surprised when you were interested in him is an understatement. He'd never met anyone like you. It didn't take him very long to fall flat on his face in love with you. You're the prettiest little thing he's ever seen.
Tomas, your boyfriend, is a needy guy. His hands are always on you, somewhere. He likes his hands on your hips, says they're perfect to hold your body. His head is always on your shoulder, those grey eyes of his admiring the perfection that is your face.
That being said, Tomas is very protective of you. Especially around the brothers. He doesn't think they'd try anything per say, but he does worry. What if you start to fall in love with either Kuai Liang or Bi-Han? How would he handle that?
He couldn't have that.
You always reassure him that he's the one for you, it makes him happy. But it wasn't enough for Tomas.
Tomas had a "family reunion" of sorts, more of a dinner for the ninjas of the Lin Kuei to come together to commemorate. Celebrate, yada yada. He had decided to take you as his plus one. You were polite, and kind. The perfect person to take to an event like this. Watchful, grey eyes were always on you.
You looked stunning, the prettiest person there in his opinion. All dressed up, your soft skin on display. A real head turner. He'd noticed others eyes on you all night, but only your eyes met his.
He knew you'd never leave him, but the idea of it made his heart ache. Tomas is such a kind soul, you'd never hurt him like that.
You're speaking to Bi-Han, the less conversational one out of his brothers. He didn't know of the topic, but you could feel Tomas watching from afar. You can tell by how he's sending bits of smoke your way, the grey clouds gently brushing against your fingers. Your fingertips move, playing with it as you speak to Bi-Han. The subconscious reaction you have to his smoke brings a smile to his face.
Someone bumps into your back, sending you stumbling forward. The cryomancers eyes are wide open as you land against his chest. Cheek pressed against him, your eyes squeezed shut tight.
Tomas rushes over, concern painted on his face. His hands brush against your sides, pulling you upright once more.
"Are you alright, baby? Please tell me if you're hurt." Tomas says, his tone as sweet as ever. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around your middle.
You inform your doting boyfriend that you are indeed ok. The relief on his face is instant. But another hand meets your shoulder, Bi-Han's to be exact.
Bi-Han has had a.. dislike for Tomas since they were children. Any chance he can take to piss off or inconvenience the other ninja, he'll take. The cryomancer has noticed his eyes on you all night.
Your head turns, looking at the hand resting against you. As you look away, Tomas looks directly at Bi-Han. He swallows thickly.
Tomas' fingernails almost bite at your skin as he squeezes his grip on you without thinking.
"Are you ok?" Bi-Han asks, a manufactured sweetness in his tone. His brown eyes are focused on your face. The look of fake sympathy on his face is instantly recognizable to Tomas, but not to you.
You nod yes, but Bi-Han's hand still lingers.
"They said they're fine, brother." Tomas says, almost a hiss in your tone as he pulls you closer.
Tomas can feel something unfamiliar stirring within him, jealousy. He'd never liked feeling jealous, it made him feel bad. But to see someone such as Bi-Han speaking to you in a "sweet" way, it set a fire deep within his stomach.
Because of his needy and jealousy, he confided in your body. And that's the reason you're laid out on a cot, in a spare room within the Lin Kuei temple.
"You're mine, right? All mine." Tomas mumbles softly, his tongue gently working against your neck. His erect cock is buried deep inside of you, his hands on your hips.
Hushed, needy whines fall from his lips. Sucking, nipping, licking at the flesh of your neck. Making marks where every person can see, so another person doesn't even think of trying anything with you.
Tomas' fingertips squeeze at the soft flesh of your hips, kneading you as he slowly start to thrust his hips. Slowly, but not gently. He pulls his hips all the way back, and he roughly thrusts forward. The cot rocks against the wall. He's not making an effort to stay quiet.
He wants everyone to know you're his. A groan, nearly a growl falls from his parted lips. You can feel his hand trailing around your body. Cupping, feeling the skin of your ass. He puts both of his hands on your rear, and he lifts your hips just a bit off the bed with ease.
"You're soaked.." Tomas says softly, his eyebrows raised. You nod to his comment, a blush dancing across your features. Your boyfriend willing spreads your thighs nice and wide, showing all of you to him.
He's right, you're very wet. Tomas pulls out for a quick second, just to look at you. He moves one of his hands to your pussy, parting the folds with his fingertips. He can see his cum smeared across your clit, some on the insides of you. Arousal fluid is wet on your thighs, and he lets out a satisfied groan.
Your living boyfriend slides back into your greedy cunt, his thick cock stretching you.
He looks down at you with beautiful, grey eyes. Taking in your form with a watchful gaze. His hands find your hips once more, and they run up your sides. The ninja leans down, pressing his cheek to the middle of your chest, right between your breasts.
"God, you're so pretty, honey.." Tomas trails off, slowly but surely giving you pleasure. He thrusts in and out a bit quicker, his hips snapping in a needy fashion. His pretty, soft lips open in a wide mouthed fashion.
He knows your body like the back of his hand. Hitting your spot with every single forward motion, his thickness pressing tightly against your walls.
The ninja can hear your mewls, calling out his name with such sweetness that makes a warmth rush to his belly. He moves with such an erratic flare, desperately pounding into your wetness.
He can feel your arousal fluid on his front, but he loves the feeling of the warm liquid against his skin. Tomas lets out a high groan, his hands your hips tightly to keep his pace somewhat even.
It feels like heaven, him inside of you. Nobody had ever been able to play with your body as he had, nobody had brought you such pleasures.
Tomas' grey hair is sticking to his forehead as persperation makes his skin slick. Working hard to please himself, to prove a point to anyone who dared look your way.
The moans you let out sound like heaven to him, he can't get enough of you. His eyes flick to the cracked door, and then back to you.
"They're all gonna hear you, you know." Tomas moans, almost a purr to his tone.
You can feel that knot in your stomach growing tighter, and he can feel it. You're squeezing around him, ready to milk his needy cock.
His fingernails bite at your skin. With an increased amount of force, he pulls and pushes your hips with his body. Tomas has never been with rough before. You can see on his face that an orgasm is fast approaching.
The slightly cracked door of the guest bedroom makes sure that everyone can hear how much of a needy bitch you are for him. He loves that. He loves that people can hear him claiming you.
The sound of skin against skin only grows louder inside of the small bedroom. Smacking, wet flesh mixed with growls and whines.
"Oh god, you're so wet, I'm gonna cum—" Tomas trails off, a loud moan leaving his mouth as his hips stutter. Then, you feel it. You can feel his hot, sticky cum filling you. Your eyes widen as you see him in a state of bliss you'd never seen. Smoke billows out from his lips, his head thrown back with pure ectasy running through his veins.
The wetness of your own sex and the feeling of being filled is enough to send you against the edge.
Your back arches from the bed, a low moan of his name leaving your throat. Tomas watches as you unravel. Your thighs shake, your fingers clutch the sheets.
With a satisfied moan, Tomas buries his face into your breasts. His hips slowly move, your cunt milking him for all he's worth. He's panting against you, his breath hot on your already warm flesh. The feeling is exhilarating. The mess between your thighs is astonishing, in a sense.
Tomas leans up, and he pulls out. His fingers reaching down to your pussy. He runs two fingers between your folds, collecting his own seed and your fluids on his fingertips. With a lustful look, he opens his mouth.
While making direct eye contact, he sucks the fluids from his fingers. You can see his eyes nearly roll back from the sweet saltiness on his tongue.
His hands move against your thighs, parting them. And with swift, agile movements, he makes his way down between your thighs. His pretty face nestles between them. You can start to feel his needy tongue start lapping at your cunt, dripping with his seed. Sweet, soft whines muffled by your delicious cunt.
He isn't aiming to make you cum again, so he's careful. His movements are slow and deliberate. Tongue pushed flat against your warm hole, collecting every drop from your folds. He swallows thickly, a groan leaving him.
That's when his tongue dives in. His pace is almost passive, his eyes closed. Your boyfriend lets out a soft purr as you run your fingers through his grey hair.
"Don't cum, ok, sweet thing? That's for later." He murmurs against your folds, placing a kiss against the inside of your thighs. His tongue starts once more.
He continues this pattern for 30 minutes. Denying your orgasm further, prasing you for being so sweet sounding and tasting. He cleans you thoroughly, not a drop of cum left inside of your pussy when he's done. What a sweet guy.
Tomas helps you put your clothes back on, and then it's back to the party. Passerbys glance at the two of you, and it's clear to him that mostly everyone knows what happened between the two of you. It was either the headboard slamming into the wall or your whorish moans that told them.
He couldn't care less. Because the way you look at him, almost attached to his hip brings him immense joy. Your eyes are focused on him the rest of the night, delivering teasing touches.
Tomas now found no jealousy in his heart. Everyone knew you're his. They definitely knew. The bruises on your hips from his fingers and the hickies on your neck most definitely proved that.
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