#eyy hi again :)

[pinkyjulien]

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[kordbot]

after I cut my hair I'm gonna be basically Benny irl

[minhosimthings]

Both || 18+

Synopsis: it's literally just porn I have no explanation

Pairings: bf!Heeseung × fem!reader × bf!Jake

Warnings: Smut MINORS DNI, oral ( f recieving), poly relationship, dom!Heeseung, dom!Jake, sub!reader, fingering, double penetration, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mean dom Heeseung, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal sex eyy, dacryphillia

A/N: so if any of you remember the symphony smut series, then you'll remember how the Skz threesome fic I had with MinChan was originally meant for HeeJake, but I didn't write it due to certain issues. BUT ITS HERE NOW. And no I didn't write a completely different fic, I just replaced the names from the original fix and rewrote some of the dialogue.

Original SKZ Version

Living with two boyfriends had been a much livelier experience than you would had initially thought. Or perhaps it was because they were Heeseung and Jake was what made it lively.

They were completely opposite to each other in all aspects. Which especially showed in the bedworks.

Heeseung was your drug for slavery while Jake was your poison for salvation.

Their duality was what turned you on, they could call you their little princess and give you as much pleasure as you wanted or they could tell you that you're their slut, with a pussy made only for them.

So it was no surprise that when you got mad with one, you went to another.

And on one fine Tuesday evening that's exactly what happened.

•••••••••••••••

"Princess are you alright?" Jake peeked his head around the door, his eyes taking time to adjust to the dim light. His ears were working though, and your sobs broke his heart. He didn't like it when you argued with Heeseung. He knew both of you were competitive, and competition never lead to much success, it usually led to tears and ignoring one another.

"If he sent you here-" you hiccuped, looking up at Jake, "Tell him I'm never going to talk to him again."

"You're so adorable." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you, his hands on your hips, "How about a little session hmm? To get your mind off things?"

"What if he hears?"

“Hyung has his headphones in” he breathes out, slowly leaning in to kiss you. you meet him halfway, lips colliding against one another as his hand starts to trail down the curve of your waist. He pulls apart for a second, placing a quick peck before he speaks again. “He won't hear what he's missing.”

Jake makes quick work of the pants you had on, tearing them down your thighs as his primal instincts starts to kick in. In seconds, his head is buried in between your thighs, nose pressed against your clit.

“darling-“ he breathes out, absolutely in awe of how delicious you’re going to taste for him right now. “this is…” he trails off, unsure if words could describe how much this means to him.

“Never seen you so speechless before.” You tease, trying not to squirm under his gaze, his eyes locked onto the wet slick pooling at your entrance.

“What can I say?” he presses a kiss just above your clit, eyes darting up to yours. “I like having you all to myself.”

You open your mouth to retort but his tongue catches your throbbing nub first, sending a jolt throughout your body. After that first taste, he’s gone. completely lost in you and the frenzy begins. He tosses your leg over his shoulder, angling himself to get deeper.

His tongue delves back into you and you feel him everywhere. It’s enough to arch your back, your fingers clawing in his hair. He grunts approvingly into your messy cunt, licking up every little speck of drink he can get his mouth on.

Each precise stroke of Jake's tongue has you unraveling in his hold, undoubtedly gushing more of your essence on his eagerly awaiting mouth. He was practically moaning now, the vibrations shooting throughout your body. He breaks for air for a moment, licking his lips and looking up to you.

It’s all too much and you’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm wasn’t the driving force towards your release. you’d never been with a man so desperate for your taste, especially when you were in this state.

Your back starts to arch off the bedroll, reeling in the pleasure that’s about to snap. The coil shatters into a thousand pieces as you dig your fingers into his curls once again. You don’t know if you were loud or not, you don’t know anything as a white veil had taken up your vision, pleasure coursing through your veins as your blood pounds within your ears.

It takes a few moments for you to come back down to reality, your head swimming in the pleasure Jake hurtled you in. You watch as he places one last kiss against your cunt, slowly backing up on his haunches.

"Having fun there aren't you?"

Oh fucking no

You snapped your head up to look at the doorway, where your eyes fell on the image of Heeseung, casually leaning against the door, shit eating smirk on his face.

"Want a taste? I'm done." Jake got off the bed and plopped onto the nearby armchair.

"So the plan did work." Heeseung chuckled, taking off his jacket, and striding across the room, looking at your confused figure with bedroom eyes.

"What fucking plan?" You spat with venom in your tone, making Heeseung click his tongue together.

"Jaeyun here offered to help me after our little 'argument'." Heeseung dipped the bed down with his weight, "And let's just say, now that you're all riled like our pretty princess-" he took off his belt, "You won't refuse my fingers will you?"

"Fuck you Lee Heeseung, and you too." You directed the last part at Jake who merely shrugged his shoulders, and lounged on the armchair.

You gasped as Heeseung cupped your pussy, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.

"Aww did you miss me that much?"

“Use your fingers properly and find out.”

Your taunt didn’t go amiss. “Not even a sorry?” he said, arrogance dripping from each word.

Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell. Heeseung's hands worked quickly to unbutton your shirt. You knew all too well that you’d feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts. Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.

It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. “Give me one reason not to slide out of you.”

"Jake's cock is getting hard and you don't want to disappoint him do you? He is the favourite in this relationship right?" You grumbled, feeling Heeseung's finger slide across your pussy. You tried your hardest not to moan.

Heeseung threw a glance at Jake who was chuckling behind his fingers, his cock almost bursting through his trousers. A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear.

“You're right. He is my favourite, but he doesn't have a pussy like yours does he?”

Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.

He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure. His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him.

“What happened darling?” Heeseung taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. “That desperate for my fingers?”

"Selfish little princess” He continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. “You know, I can be quite greedy when I want to. But..."

You whined in response, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.

“But what?” you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail. He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back.

“But I am willing to share you with Jake for a bit.”

The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled, the third finger nudged at your entrance and you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around your tongue to not give Heeseung the satisfaction.

“Surely you can take one more,” he teased, his voice low. It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping.

The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.

For a brief moment, Heeseung allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that you’d reach your peak easily and rather quickly. His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.

And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.

He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, looking over at Jake and giving him a smirk too.

Of course. He was a sadist.

“Now, now,” Heeseung tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. “You didn’t think I would be that generous, did you?” 

"Fuck you both so much."

"Well if you say so doll." Jake shrugged his shoulders again and got up, getting onto the bed as well.

"Only if she stays silent though." Heeseung chuckles like a madman. Fuck you, you thought, but you couldn't get the words out. Jake removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure that you can take anymore.

“i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. Had he always been this big?

“Fuck you're tight” Jake groans.

“Oh fuck.” You breath, feeling too full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“How does she feel?" Heeseung asks Jake. “So. Fucking. Tight” he groans as he slowly starts moving.

“oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, and they reach Jake's dark curls

“Does it feel good darling?” Heeseung whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers.

“f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Jake picks up speed.

"You like Jake fucking you while I stretch your ass?”

“Yes” you moan again.

“Good girl, look how well you’re taking us." Heeseung's hot breath tickles your skin pink.

Jake groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Heeseung's hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly.

“Fuck you're ready to cum again aren’t you? I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” Heeseung groans.

“please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Heeseung's hand.

“what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Jake says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder hyung.” he says.

You try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Jake picks up speed even faster and Heeseung pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Jake’s cock move through your folds. "Jaeyun..” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance.

“you wanted us both, so you get us both” Jake says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. Your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Heeseung mutters to Jake.

“fuck” Jake groans in response. You already feeling another orgasm rise.

“please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you.

“cum for us” Jake orders as he starts moving in and out of you again.

Heeseung lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. “No, I can’t. please” you beg. “You can do one more darling”

“hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Jake and Heeseung as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal pace.

“oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel the both of them come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if you're still cuming or if it’s another orgasm.

Their thrusts turned slow but remained powerful as they bottomed out, hitting you as far back as they could. You gasped with every rut of Jake's hips hitting yours, and Heeseung's little moans cornering your ears.

Jake's hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair.

“see. knew you could take it.” Jake kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you, you felt Heeseung do the same from behind. You whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of them inside you, it was almost painful for them to leave.

"Princess?" Heeseung asks uncertainly, "you alright?"

"I'll forgive you if both of you do that everyday." You breathe out, being wrapped safely into Jake's arms.

"Well if you say so." Heeseung chuckles and smirks at Jake, who smiles back and wraps both of you tighter into a cocoon of comfort.

[velnna]

Hi ! How are you ?

I have a question: what are the love body languages of Astarion and Staeve ? (like how they show their affection, how they flirt ...)

N.B: I really enjoy your art style !

Thank you!

I don't have a straightforward answer for that but I can say Staeve in general is a very outwardly affectionate person when he gets the room for it. He'll hug, hold, kiss, nuzzle or just lean against people he cares about if they're okay with it. He's also very vocal and used to rolling with punches so he'll say the cheesiest things both as a quip and with full honesty if he sees the opportunity. There's no such thing as stressing how much he cares about someone enough

So then the rest comes down to Astarion reacting to it. Just allowing Staeve into his personal space is already a way of letting him know he matters. I reckon he'd eventually warm up (eyy) to touching, holding and being held, etc, and for his part Staeve would learn to recognise and respect the times he's not up for it. I see them being obnoxiously cuddly at times, if nothing else for the way my brain converts them into cats. Staeve looks like he's a furnace so I imagine cold blooded Astarion would lay on him like a lizard on a sun-kissed rock

And then I suppose he'd verbalise his affection too, less often but meaningfully. Most of the time he'd just throw retorts back at Staeve but again, my boy's smart enough to learn when they're a sign of actual annoyance or just their usual dynamic. All that 16 INT is allocated into figuring Astarion out

Oh and Staeve would also be heavy on gifting and sharing shit. Anything he found interesting or fitting would be promptly snatched and proudly left at Astarion's doorstep, possibly followed by extensive rambling about said object

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[polly-pocket13]

exam stress

prohero!bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

warning: bad english and bad grammar

"You are still studying?" you unexpectedly heard the voice from your boyfriend behind you. 

Since when is he back home again?

Has he already finished patrolling today?

You looked at the time. 

4:00 pm.

Oh, you have been studying since 9 am and Katsuki left at 8 am.

You didn't even notice you had been studying for this long.

"Yes, I really need to get this in my head. I don't want to mess it up. This exam is important," you answered him and yawned.

"Did you eat?", he asked you and shut off your laptop.

"Eyy. I am not nearly done yet," you grumbled.

You wanted to use your laptop again, but Katsuki was faster than you. He put it on top of the closet, so you couldn't easily reach it. 

"Katsuki Bakugou. Give it back. I told you I am not done studying," you told him aggressively.

"And I asked if you had eaten yet. But based on your behavior, I would say you haven't eaten yet," he said, lifting you up from your chair. 

"Put. Me. Down," you ordered.

He simply said, "No" and walked out of your “office”. 

After that, you smelled your favorite food.

Bakugou made you your favorite food?

Your muscles are slowly starting to relax in Bakugous arms, and you are starting to feel how tired you are from studying.

He sat down on the couch and placed you on his lap. 

"Eat." he told you and gave you your favorite food from the coffee table. 

You smiled.

He really made you your favorite food.

A few seconds later, the TV began playing your comfort movie.

Your heart melted.

"Thank you for taking care of my Kacchan," you said. 

"It's my job, love." he told you.

a/n: for all the cuties who are also stressed about exams right now.  don't forget to take breaks. <3

[kyoteugly]

Inspired by this post I made a fanarts and it turned into a fanfic. All you can find under the cut.

Kiss me

Buck/Eddie | T | 1.1k | with fanart

Buck had no idea how he ended up in a Lakers game which he had no interest in. Well, it wasn't exactly true. He knew he would end up here eventually, tickets were an anniversary gift after all, so it was given that he would be here with his boyfriend. But he didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Or girlfriend. Or even a date. It would be pretty bold to take a newly met person to a Lakers game. That kind of date could end... enthusiastically. But using those tickets to get laid would make him a bad person, right? Nah, he wouldn't do that.  It crossed his mind that he should return the tickets, he doesn't even like basketball...

"Yes! Go, go, go! Hell yeah!"

Buck stuffed another fist of popcorn into his mouth, watching Eddie take his seat again. He's so excited - commenting the game to Buck and cheering loudly, standing up whenever emotions take over - it's nice to see Eddie like this, smiling and joyful… looking so… alive.

Right, that's why he's here.

He showed Eddie the tickets and he just froze, looking like a cat who saw a Christmas tree for the first time. With his mouth slightly open in wonder and big eyes reflecting every colorful light in them. Buck didn’t even have to think about it, he just gave both tickets to Eddie. And immediately, before even taking them from Buck’s hand, Eddie said something like “Only if you come with me.” And Buck said “sure” - again, without thinking.

And now he’s here, wearing the only yellow t-shirt he could find, because Eddie insisted he has to wear proper colors, when he showed up at Buck’s loft in a Lakers purple hoodie. 

“Great game, we’re gonna win for sure.” Eddie lets out a little huff and runs fingers through his hair to clear it from his flushed face. 

Buck thinks he should take that hoodie off, but he’s also sure Eddie would refuse, giving him an offended look. Somehow this image makes Buck smile with fondness.

And a second later it’s gone, because Eddie insolently reaches for Buck’s popcorn.

“Eyy! You said you don’t want, so hands off!” Buck tries to guard his food but Eddie only grins at him like this is some kind of dare and reaches again. This time he’s much faster and Buck is unable to save his snack from Eddie’s grabby hands.

He looks at Buck with a victorious bratty smile, while chewing slowly. Buck gazes at him like a look could kill, but Eddie is not impressed. He simply sucks his Coke through the straw and still grinning turns back to the court. 

Finding his own soda cup empty, Buck just pouts with his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. He definitely doesn’t like basketball.

He lets out a short sigh, and looks around. The intermission should start soon, so if he wants to avoid crowds, he should go get a drink now. But before he gets up, a cup of Coke appears in front of him. 

Buck takes it and sinks into his seat with a soft smile and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Eddie didn’t even look at him, he didn’t have to. Surrounded by all the noise and lights, all the people, he’s still aware of Buck by his side. Excited and engaged in the live game he loves so much, he still sees Buck and knows what he thinks.

It’s so natural, Buck never really thought about it. But now he does and he realizes Eddie is always there for him, no questions asked, honest but not judgmental, no matter what’s going on in his life. No matter if it’s silently drinking beer on a living room couch or going on a game together. Because somehow it feels like Eddie is here not only for his own fun but for Buck as well. 

Especially when Eddie nudges Buck to join him, when he starts singing with the most joyful smile on his face. 

“Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly…”

And Buck can’t help it but to look… at this unruly stand of dark hair, at those long eyelashes casting soft shadow over honey-colored eyes… at those full lips, singing…

“You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me…!”

Eddie nudges him again and Buck caves, singing along. 

They both look at the screen, watching people smiling and kissing. And Buck is sure Eddie, like always, is here for him. To make him feel this carefree lightness, to simply enjoy the moment, either it’s a game or making fools of themselves singing corny songs on top of their lungs.

They butchered the second verse, none of them sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. They laugh like they hadn’t in a long time, together in this freeing act of simply being themselves. And they give all they got when the chorus plays again…

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand…”

Buck looks at Eddie and he thinks some silly thoughts… how beautiful Eddie is, how happiness makes his eyes sparkle mischievously but at the same his lips curve with fondness… how he knows him and loves him, not despite being Buck, but because of it… he looks at Eddie in this warm golden hue and he thinks he’s like a sun…

Eddie turns to him and Buck immediately avoids his gaze because…

Suddenly Buck sees himself on the big screen and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should wave “no” but he can’t… because Eddie is still looking at him, and all Buck wants is to meet his honey-colored eyes.

“So kiss me”

Buck isn’t aware he exhales the lyrics when Eddie gently cups his face. And then he kisses Buck. Softly and oh-so sweetly, with the whisper of longing in the light pressure and delicate movement of his lips. It’s tender, it’s perfect, it takes Buck’s breath away.

And then Eddie pulls away, ducking his head and smiling shyly.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Abashed, he's scratching the back of his head.

Buck knows he’s blushing, his face is so hot, he’s sure he’s red up to his ears. He wants Eddie to keep kissing him, he wants to kiss him back but before he’s able to process this, Eddie asks sheepishly.

“Can I have some popcorn now?”

Buck laughs, his blue eyes shine with fondness because somehow this question makes him want to kiss Eddie even more. But he doesn’t. They share a snack and get back to watching the game. Buck would never admit to it but he kinda starts to like basketball.

Somewhere during the second half, Buck takes Eddie’s hand, and without taking his eyes off the court, without any questioning look, Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand gently, and throughout the rest of the evening, he doesn’t let go. 

[thinkofhee]

Jersey #04

Pairings : Enemy!Jungwon x F!Reader

Summary: There was a Basketball Tournament in the court of your school. You went there only because your crush was playing too. You wore his jersey but Jungwon saw you. "You're gonna change, whether you like it or not."

warnings: dom!jw x sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this), orgasm denial, overstimulation, hair pulling, mentions of Yunjin & Chaewon from Lesserafim (lmk if I missed anything)

"Babes!!" Yunjin called me as I walked up to her. "Why?" You asked, confused why she called you— "There's a basketball game and your crush, Heeseung is going to be playing! Your enemy too" You weren't aware nor updated because you've been pretty busy with your thesis. "Eyy, are you gonna watch later?" She asked you, and you nodded.

You planned on wearing your crushes jersey, considering he gave you one a couple weeks ago.

-

You changed into his jersey and started walking to the court. But someone stopped you— It was Jungwon..

"Let go, Jungwon. I don't have the time for your shit" You say, pissed off, trying to shake his hands off.

He pulls you to the side and holds your waist.— "why are you wearing a jersey that's not mine, Y/n?" He asked, looking directly in your eyes like he was about to eat you alive.

"Why do you care?" You say in a sassy tone and roll your eyes. "Change into mine, right now" Jungwon says in a deep, stern tone. Honestly, you were pretty intimidated but you weren't going to let that affect you.

"I'm not doing it, Jungwon. Let go" You say in a bored-like tone while pushing him away. He just grips you harder and tugs on the jersey.

"Wear mine. Right now" You shake your head, "I'm not gonna repeat it again, Lee Y/n." He says coldly, You knew what was going to happen at this point. He was gonna be a snitch to your parents, knowing they and his parents are bestfriends and he has done it before too!

"Ok! Fine!" He smiles when he heard that, He went to his locker and gets another pair of his jersey and gives it to you.

-

You changed into his jersey and is now in the court. Watching them warm up.

Chaewon seems to be looking at you up and down, "Damn, Y/n, I thought you were going to wear the jersey of YOUR crush? Is Jungwon really your crush, hm?" She teasingly asks you. But you shrugged her off.

-

The game was about to end, A tough battle was happening..

Jungwon manages to get the ball and shoot!

The crowd cheers for him, As for you, You were shocked aand amazed by his skills. You didn't think he was THAT good in Basketball.

-

Everyone, Including you left the court. You were walking in the hallway, Alone, Since Yunjin and Chaewon decided to go and talk to their crushes.

You were scrolling through your phone when someone suddenly puts his arm around your shoulder.

"Did I do good? Did I impress you?" He smiles and looks at you. You looked at him and nodded without realizing it.

"Let's celebrate at my house? 7?" He invites you, You agreed.

-

You rang the doorbell wearing the shorts you wore earlier and a sweater.

Jungwon opens the door and greets you, "Glad you actually came" He chuckles. "Well, I actually do attend unlike you who I invited to my party last last year yet you didn't come!"

-

That's the last thing you remembered before you start getting a little drunk. You were flirting with Jungwon. If you were in your conscious state, You would probably be vomiting knowing that.

He smirks obliviously while he wraps his hands on your waist, Your arms were wrapped on his neck.

He leans down and kisses you, You kissed him back.

Both of your tongues were fighting for dominance while slowly entering the bedroom.

Small, low moans came out from your mouth. The door locking as you both enter Jungwon's bedroom.

You layed down, panting. He climbs over you and starts pressing kisses from your neck to your collarbone.

"J-jungwon, Please.." You moaned out as he marked you.

"Hm? Yes, princess?" He smirks. "What does my princess want?" He asks you like an innocent child while his fingers start roaming your body.

Your back arched when he presses his fingers onto your still clothed cunt.

"Please, Please..Touch me" You moaned out, Feeling desperate as you grinded on his fingers. He pins your waist down to prevent you from grinding.

You whined, Desperate to meet release. He removes your shorts and sees a wet spot on your panties. That made him grow more confidence.

"I haven't even done more to you yet you're this wet?" He chuckles as he drags his finger on your wet pussy. You whimper when all of a sudden he shoved two fingers in.

"W-Wait!" You screech, Feeling pleasure and pain as his fingers stretch you out.

"I thought you wanted this, Y/n?" He chuckles as his fingers go in and out, Not even halting to stop.

He hits that one spot that has you arching your back, You moaned with pleasure.

"I t-think I-I'm.." You started but you couldn't compose a sentence because Jungwon still doesn't halt and hits that spot repeatedly which dragged you to your edge.

"Cumming!" You stated as you finally released.

You were panting when all of a sudden, Jungwon plunges three fingers and mercilessly pound it into your pussy, overstimulating your cunt.

"N-no!! Shit, I'm sensitive!"

"But you wanted this, Right? Me overstimulating your tight little cunt? Huh, Princess?"

Eventually, You once again reached your high and feeling exhausted. This time he let you recover first.

Not long while later, He started unbuckling his belt and took of his pants, Revealing his fully hard shaft.

You gulped at the sight, "Will it fit?" Runs your mind.

"Yes, It will fit. I'll make it fit" He mumbles while he goes close to you, You were shocked because he knew what was on your mind!

He started rubbing the tip to tease you, He was having fun doing so. But it didn't take a while when he entered.

"I-It won't fit!" Scared something might happen but he didn't mind. Instead he switched your places, You were now on top of him.

"Go ahead princess, Do it yourself"

Your shaky hands start doing so, But it hurt you that you only entered the tip.

But all of a sudden he thrust up and slammed himself whole. You moaned because of both pleasure and pain.

"C'mon, Ride it. Do I have to do it all myself again?"

You immediately follow him as you start to ride him, slowly. You fasten up your phase and his hands hold your waist for control.

Eventually you got tired and he took control again. He gripped your waist and started bouncing you on his dick.

You both moaned in unison as you both chase your high.

"C-close!" You tell him, Not long after, Both of you came..

-

You woke up, Legs feeling sore. You look around your surroundings to find Jungwon laying beside you and hugging you by the waist. Still peacefully sleeping.

-

a/n: this is my first ever fic, so I'm sorry if it's not too well written as I'm still practicing my skills! But I hope you enjoyed the ficcc, pls also leave suggestions on how to improve my writing :,) thanku!!!

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[jennsterjay]

[Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr dressed in casual clothes at Gwen's house]

Hobie: Oi where's Miles

Gwen (scrolling through FlixNet on TV with the remote): Just got outta school, should be here in 5 minutes

Pavitr: Oooo someone's eager to see Miles

Hobie (turning pink): Yeah I'm happy to see one of my best mates, what of it?

Pavitr (smirking): Oh yeahhh, best best mates~ Gwen how long you give them?

Gwen (smirking): About two weeks

Pavitr (laughing): I'd say 3 days

Hobie (waving them off with a grin): Oh come off it

[Hobie gets up from his seat in the living room and holds out his arms]

Gwen: What are you doing?

Hobie: Wait for it

[Everyone waits]

[A portal opens up in front of Hobie and Miles is flung from it, Hobie catching him in his arms. Hobie turns pink again, then holds him out by his armpits like a cat]

Hobie: Eyy Miles, falling into my arms are we?

Gwen: Oh my god

Hobie (inspecting his black shirt): What's your shirt say?

Miles: Spider-Man 2

Hobie (chuckling, and setting him down): A bit on the nose innit?

Miles (smiling and shrugging): I mean...

[He walks up to Hobie, raises his hand, then places it on Hobie's shoulder]

Miles (with a smirk): I could be your Spider-Man 2?

[Hobie turns highlighter pink as Error 404 messages scroll across his newspaper text]

Gwen: OH MY GOD

Pavitr (laughing): YOOOO

[rizzyu]

hey there! Could I request luxiem catching you reading fanfiction about them while youre together? thank you in advance :D

When You Read Fanfics About Them HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff

Warning: smol tiny suggestiveness in Vox’s GOOD LORD I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE FOR HIM OTHER THAN SPICY STUFF

Summary: Luxiem when you are doing what you’re doing right now

A/N: Thank yooooooooooooooooooooou for the request, sorry this fic took such a long time ;w; (pls don’t shoot me)

You held your phone in your hand, slowly scrolling through the page of words as your eyes carefully skimmed through each word on each line. For a split moment your eyes darted towards the window. The sky was pitch black, only the thousands of tiny lights coloured either orange or white lit up the outside of your apartment. Your eyes were then once again attracted to the fanfiction you were reading on your phone. That fanfiction was about none other than your beloved (member name), in which you were currently cuddling with. You snickled at a particularly funny part, causing (member name) to turn around and see what you're doing and figured out that you're reading a fanfic. But not just any fanfic, it was a fanfic about him...

Vox Akuma

"So is this what you usually do, read fanfics about me?"

Broski would whisper that in your ear like a seggy demon that he is

"I usually just read them while you're at work.."

"But I'm with you now, aren't I?" He'd speak while letting his hand lift your head up by the chin.

You blushing from his intimacy amused him and made him let out a chuckle.

"How about you show me the fanfics of me that you've read about?"

Uh oh let's just say the fanfics you've read aren't exactly s e i s o 👀

Mysta Rias

"Hey... why are you reading about me?"

"Because it's adorable - you're adorable"

Your response would make him pout and buff his cheeks just like a child. "I'm not adorable!"

"But you are! Otherwise this fanfic writer wouldn't have made you so adorable in this fic"

Mysta would keep on protesting, so in order to make him admit that he's cute, you would begin bombarding him with kisses.

But even so, he still wouldn't admit it.

It was until Mysta had to start streaming, maybe next time :)

Luca Kaneshiro

"Woah you're reading about me! POGGERS"

“Yeah! You’re so adorable in this fanfic!” Yu said as you cradled his face in your hands.

Luca’s hand reached for his phone and waving it in front of you.

“Yknow, I’ve actually read fanfics of you before too”

His response left you flabbergasted

“Really? I never thought you’d be a person who reads that much”

“If it’s about you, then I don’t really mind”

Ike Eveland

"Are you reading about me?"

“Yeah, I really like reading about you when I’m free, especially when your doing work. He want to try to write some too but I don’t know how..”

Ike snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“I can teach you, if you want.”

You lit up with enthusiasm as you urged him to teach you now.

You spent the rest of the evening writing fanfics about each other :3

Shu Yamino 

“Eyy you reading about me?”

“YEAAH You’re so cute in this fanfic WAAAA I JUST WANNA KISS YOU RIGHT NOW”

Shu immediately got flustered from your words and began stuttering.

You chuckled at his cute reaction and laid yourself on his lap

“Wanna read with me?”

Shu managed to bring out a nod in response.

So you both spent the evening reading fanfics, with Shu eventually getting more comfortable being intimate with you.

[hisui-dreamer]

Eyy so can I request for fem!reader headcanons that she has a familiar that is actually the Stitch himself? With first years' reaction (Lol imagine Stitch literately gonna throw hands with Ace during their first meeting and still hold grudges-)

cute and fluffy!

Characters: First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, Grim)

Synopsis: how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar

Tags: mostly platonic but can be romantic (except ortho), stitch!, fluff, crack

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: definitely should have wrote this back in the summer, buuut now we all get to think of nostalgic summer vibes hehe

Masterlist

bond: 5/10

you can't tell me these two don't argue(?) every moment they have

usually it's ace trying to play a prank on him, get revenge on him

but stitch is way too clever, and always manages to shift all the blame onto ace

ace can try all his might to convince us, but his acting skills are way too flashy to be realistic

just look at those big innocent eyes! how could you accuse him like that, ace!

all the while stitch is just on your shoulder, smirking at ace

though there are times when these two team up, particularly when they're trying to prank other people

riddle and deuce get pranked... a lot

usually it's stitch either playing cute, or messing around to create a distraction for ace

they're a powerful team these two T_T

"Hey prefect! Have a little faith in me, okay?!" Ace says, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It really wasn't me, it was Stitch!" he points towards Stitch, sitting comfortably on your shoulder. You shift your gaze to Stitch, and he tilts his head innocently.

Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Ace.

"Argh! You're getting tricked by him again!"

"Haka taba, ika patootie!" your familiar exclaims.

(How embarrassing, stupid head!)

bond: 7/10

these two get along pretty well!

stitch really admires deuce for trying his best, even if his efforts aren't always visible

it reminds him of himself, so he's always enthusaistic about helping deuce when he struggles!

though... deuce is pretty much fooled by stitch's cuteness most of the time, so he still gets pranked by stitch

only deuce usually doesn't realise stitch was the culprit, and even if he does, he just ends up laughing good-heartedly

they're like the sweet elder brother and the genius little brother omg

"Hm? Oh, hi Stitch," Deuce acknowledges quietly, his gaze fixed on the textbook, unfazed by Stitch's arrival on the adjacent seat. Stitch makes a questioning sound, and only then does Deuce turn to face him.

"Oh, I'm trying to figure this question here," he points to the page. "I just can't get my head around it... How did they get that answer...."

Stitch peers at the page for a moment, then reaches for Deuce's pen, swiftly scribbling away at a scrap piece of paper. Once he's done, he holds it up for Deuce to see.

"Wha-? Wait.. you solved it??" Deuce mumbles. His eyes scan over the page as a sudden realization dawning in his eyes. "So that's how you do it...! Thanks Stitch!" he says as he pulls Stitch in for a hug.

bond: 6/10

omg best workout buddies!!

yeah, he isn't really affected by stitch's cuteness

but his strength??? absolutely

these two love having competitions to see who can lift more weight

im sorry jack, it's stitch, you can't beat my six-armed alien dog familiar

but if anything, this just motivates jack to work on his muscles even more

positive loop i guess??

and stitch joins him sometimes! but he gets frustrated at the equipment easily

so make sure you stop him before he starts throwing things around

his dream is to see stitch and leona having an arm wrestle but we all know that's not happening soon T_T

sibling rivalry vibes fr

"Alright, you want me to move that bookshelf over there right? Where exactly do you-"

Before Jack can even finish his sentence, the bookshelf quickly moves to the other side of the room in a blur of blue, exactly where you wanted it.

"Pitcha! Stitch! Strong! Ahahahaha!" Stitch cackles, rolling on the floor with laughter.

(Done!)

You feel Jack tense up beside you. "Grrrr... Are you tryin' to show off??" he growls. He turned to you, determination evident in his eyes, "Prefect! What else would you like to move? Leave it to me!"

bond: 8/10

epel has a lot to learn from stitch!

anyone with a keen eye can tell stitch is really good at fooling other people with his cute appearance

and many times, he can use it to his advantage! mostly from you, lilia, and floyd who cannot resist the cute and fluffy

the poison apple is always observing stitch to see how he can use his features as his weapon

and stitch very glady teaches epel in alien talk but we've got body language, because epel always brings delicious apple snacks for him!

so you always find epel listening attentively while stitch does some dramatic recreation of a scenario

Perched on a cushion, Stitch begins to act out a scene, the crumbs of apple pie still lingering on his face.

"Uhh... some bad guy caught you in his arms?"

Stitch vigorously nods, then switches to a puppy dog face and executes a jump-kick in the air.

"You acted cute... and then you managed to kick him?"

Stitch nods again, transitioning between a sweet, innocent expression and a fierce, growling one.

"Ahhh... So you shifted between being cute to catch them off guard..." Epel hums thoughtfully. "That's really smart Stitch!"

Proud, Stitch beams, "Stitch! El kiyotay!"

(Good idea!)

bond: 7/10

in the same vein that ortho is a sweet kid who has a mischevious side, he gets along really well with stitch!

he loves how affectionate stitch can be with hugs, and also finds it funny how he can lose his temper very easily

he's also fascinated with the alien stuff, after all, stitch's existence proves there are extraterrestrial beings! he loves expanding on his database

the two of them also love building tiny gadgets out of whatever scraps they find, it's like a competition to see who can come up with a more useful gadget

not to mention, his big bro is dying to meet stitch! a cute alien dog who loves climbing onto other people's shoulders? sign him up!

but his social energy can't... so it's up to ortho to get more interactions with stitch!

"You're so cool Stitch!" Ortho laughs as he takes in the sandcastel Stitch built in seconds. "Idia would be so impressed..."

Stitch makes a inquisitive sound, prompting Ortho to explain, "Oh, Idia is my big brother! He'd absolutely be amazed by you, but he's too shy to make new friends," Ortho pouts.

Stitch tilts his head and asks, "Ohana?"

"Ohana?" Ortho repeats. "You've said that before... it means family right? Yeah, Idia is my Ohana."

"Goobaja! Meet! Ohana!" he exclaims.

(Let's go!)

"You want to meet my big bro?" Ortho asks. Seeing Stitch's enthusiasm, Ortho laughs again, "Hmm... alright then, let's go see him now!"

bond: 2/10

oh boy... these two should not be in the same room together

it all started when sebek was looking for malleus during one of malleus' late night ramshackle visits

and though malleus was endeared by how unstartled stitch was to just casually climb onto his shoulder, sebek certainly was not

"HOW DARE THE CREATURE CLIMB ONTO MY LIEGE'S SHOULDER!!!"

of course, first impressions really do matter, so whenever the two of them see each other...

they hiss at each other. both of them.

though sebek will behave if lilia or malleus are present, but the silence vanquishes almost immediately when they're gone

he will be impressed by stitch's physical strength and speed, just in a more condescending way as compared to jack

"Sebek. isn't it amazing how strong Stitch is? He lifted so many logs at once!" Lilia exclaims admiringly, while Stitch grins smugly.

"Yes., Lilia... It certainly is impressive..." Sebek mumbles, shifting his gaze to a glare directed at Stitch. "...for a creature of such moderate stature,"

Stitch, in turn, growls ferociously back at Sebek. "Meega, nala kweesta!"

"Oh dear..." Lilia sighs. "Young people these days are always so eager to get into fights,"

bond: 4/10

what do you mean his henchman has a familiar?! you're his henchman!!

ahem ahem jealousy

will argue about everything with stitch, and he could be completely wrong but still argues confidently

honestly, stitch finds grim amusing

it's kinda like a 'i don't need to prove myself to you' smug grin

fights about food! always.

stitch your favourite food isn't even tuna, stop bullying grim T_T

but stitch is still a sweetheart sometimes, and will be nice/help grim whenever he can

"Hench-man!" Grim exclaims as he jumps up and down. "Why does that guy get to sit on your shoulder? It's not fair~"

"Grim, didn't you complain when I carried you last time?" you ask.

Grim freezes for a moment. "Well... uh... That's different! I wanna see from high up too!"

Stitch laughs at his response, "Wahaha! Toga meega patookie!"

(Kiss my butt)

"Henchman~" Grim whines.

Sighing, you pick Grim up and have him sit on the other shoulder. Oh, the woes of having two 'familiars'.

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[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back to my crack posts! =D

We Are ep 9 is as hilarious as it's frustrating, and I will continue to the whys below with a healthy dose of crack. <3

Warning: long post 😊😅

Ohoho, our little boy is jealous and... its not even 5 minutes in (2 minutes since the actual start). Is that a new record?

Kluen: can I just sleep beside you- 😊

Phum: No. 🙂

Poor Toey getting roped into this too 😭

(something something, Chain helping Toey get Q jealous while Phum uses Toey as a buffer for the cause of his jealousy)

Our favourite old married couple hehe (who aren't actually dating yet-)

My poor Phum 😭

Okay, as much as I don't like Kluen, I have to give it to him for being so straightforward, going as far as telling Phum that he likes Peem when he realizes that Phum might does like him too.

Also the t-shirt: We Are Volunteer.

Yes! Call him out!

We really need more call out-ers in BL.

I laughed so hard my cat looked at me weird 😭😂

Children really are the best eyy

Phum looks so betrayed oh gods 😭

The 'I know what you're doing but I'll still play along cause I like you too, ai'kwai' look. Ah, a classic from thai bl.

This reminds me of when Tinn says "How can I be your friend? I like you!" when Gun finds him after he ran away from the MV shoot.

(And Gun replies, "You think I can?")

On one hand we have Phum who bribes children with chocolates (that he just happens to have in his pocket) to lure away his crush from his rival.

On the other we have Q who simply up and runs away when his friend faux-swipes his crush's sweat simply to make him jealous.

*looks between them and shakes head* these boys are absolutely hopeless

Our favourite married couple part 2 (who are actually dating)

continued:

Pun and Mick just here playing around 😭👍🏼

Peem was right, if they were the only ones in charge of cooking, no one would get any food T~T

But... how exactly did "cut into round shapes" get converted to "cut into round glasses" to "rectangles"? 😶

Fang is so done with these idiots 😭👍🏼

In this moment, I kid you not, my brain played the "what did he sayyy" meme 😶

Phum: *bombastic side eye of death*

Yes, please. We've been waiting for this for 8 and a half episodes.

Yes, and you are the nosiest peep, now continue.

Ah, so Fang is actually the violent sibling, and him and Phum (and Tan, apparently) got into frequent fights, it seems like.

Got caught red handed 😭

Tan is so dead

Wait... so Tan and Fang had a beginning much like Phum and Peem? 👀

Rivals to lovers for both brothers it is, then.

And I feel so bad for Phum, poor guy has been a third wheel since his high school days 😭

...somehow, I think Chain and Pun will put even TanFang to shame when they actually start dating 😶

'Course you have. You just played with water with your besties the other day

And with friends like yours, Peem? It's unlikely you'll go one day without playing around with something or the other

Beer doing God's work here 😭🙏🏼

I love how Beer is both perceptive and observant of his friends, and knows just what to say to get them moving.

He wants the best for Phum and even tells him how he's happy that Peem came into his life, and Phum is a lot more lively these days. (MSP flashbacks again anyone? No? Just me?)

He might not be as playful or enthusiastic as Peem's friends, but he knows what his friends need and he'll try his hardest to make sure they have it. He's just such a good friend.

Phum telling him about the Deal™ also shows us just how much he trusts Beer.

Love him <3

Sweetie, I understand you need some space, but you don't talk to your future boyfriend possible crush like that 😭

Nothing to see here, just a goodnight kiss.

Jokes aside, I like that Peem tries to figure out what's wrong, but he doesn't push too hard. And even tries to provide some comfort to Phum.

And in these moments with just them, Phum has bursts of courage to show his affection, and show Peem how much he means to him, instead of just telling him.

I don't think this is him being emotionally constipated (he is, no doubt about it, but strangely not as much when it comes to Peem), but more of him being unsure of where he stands with Peem (as I mentioned in last week's post).

Are they just friends because their friend groups merged? Acquaintances forced to be close due to circumstances? Just creditor and debtor? Is the deal all that's holding them together?

Well, Phum needs to find the answers. (Preferably and possibly within the next episode)

*sigh* they're gonna kill me with fluff (and I'm gonna die happy)

This is my favourite scene of this ep. Just crushes cuddling each other with sleep, the rest of the evil world (Kluen) forgotten for the moment.

Ah. I love cuddles even more than kisses, not gonna lie

Also, ep 10 seems promising!

Anyways, that's all for now, see you next week! And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea and a cookie 🧋🍪

[melanieph321]

Request 1: “It's the first time I'm asking for something here but can you do Ruben x y/n  when your y/n is going to his first game and she's pregnant you can add the rest of the details as you like”

Request 2:  Could you please do an imagine where man city have just won the premier league and Rubens boys come charging on the pitch to celebrate with him (just pure chaos) and reader has just given up trying to keep them under control and is trailing behind with their youngest and only daughter

Request 3: Ruben + readers gender reveal. Their finally having a girl after like 3/4 boys, Ruben + the man city boys are so overjoyed Ruben runs to them instead of his wife

The result...

Ruben Dias x Reader - The celebration

Enjoy!

"Wait for mommy!"

Three years and four kids later, you finally came to watch Rubens game. It was against Chelsea and the 1-0 victory against them was post celebratory, considering Manchester City had already won the league. Either way,  your sons were overjoyed by the experience, wanting to invade the pitch with the other players families. You had to trail your steps behind them with your pregnant belly slowing you down.

"There is Daddy!"

You had one boy, Matteo, wait up for you, grabbing your hand so the two of you could cross the pitch together. He was your youngest and also your sweetest. He would grow up to break many hearts, you thought.

"Mommy look."

Your other three boys had gone down to the pitch without hesitation, charging towards Ruben who collected them in his arms, one by one. They were taking turns putting on the premier leauge golden medal by the time you and Matteo got to them.

Ruben smiled seeing you and Matteo crossing the pitch together. He put down the three heathens and waved for Matteo to give him a hug. He did so running towards Rubens embrace, jumping into his arms.

"Did you enjoy the match?" He asked, kissing Matteo's temple.

"But dad you weren't playing."

Ruben chuckled. "No, not as much as I usually do. But there'll be more games next season. Then you can come see daddy play from the start.

Matteo nodded his head. "Can I also try on the medal?"

"Of course." Ruben put him down, letting him run to his brothers.

"You know..." You smiled, as it was your turn to congratulate Ruben. "...They'll be fighting over that medal all night."

Ruben railed you in for a long kiss. "What's new." He smiled against your lips.

It was a lovely scene at the Ethiad, with all the players friends, families and kids on the pitch, taking photos with the trophy and what not. Most kids were running around tossing blue confetti at each other. Your boys were no different, as soon as they lost interest in the golden medal they were off chasing one another around the green field.

"I'm glad you came." Ruben said, kissing your cheek, watching you keep a slight eye out for the boys.

You turned your head to look up at him. "Me too."

"I'm glad all of you came."

Rubens hand went to your stomach. You smiled.

"Get a room you two!"

Ruben sighed at the interruption. It was John Stones with a smeared grin on his face.

"Or perhas don't get a room. We all know what happens whenever you and Y/N get ten minutes alone."

Ruben let his arms around you go but grabbed a hold of your hand instead. "Don't you have selfies to take with the trophy John?"

He shrugged. "Ilkay has it. And I want to say hello to Y/N."

You shook your head and smiled. "Hello John."

"Hello gorgeous." He kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. "Pregnant again, I see."

"Is there anything better to do?"

"Apparently not." He chuckled.

"Eyy, the baby makers!"

Somthing big and shiney approached in the corner of your eye, Ilkay gündoğan along with Riyad Mahrez, carrying the Premier leauge trophy.

"Y/N!" They cheered. "Where are the boys?"

"Around, probably up to no good" You shifted your head in search for them.

"Yes my nieces are the same." Marhez laughed. "I have confetti in my pants because of them."

"Eyy, Y/N!"

Rubens teammates were popping up left and right, perhaps suprised to finally see you at a game, this time it was Kyle Walker.

"I thought that was your son's playing with mine. Why aren't they in the youth team with my boy?"

"I think Ruben rather make a team of his own." John Stones snorted.

Ruben slapped the back of his head.

"Ouch."

"When is the due date?" Ilkay asked.

"September." You said.

The guys shared Oo's and ahh's, mostly directed at Ruben who rolled his eyes at them.

"Do you know the sex?" Marhez asked.

"Not yet." Ruben said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

"Actually..."

Ruben turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

You shrugged. "I was gonna tell you about it after my appointment last week but that's when the game against Nottingham happened and you became champions."

Ruben batted his lashes, dumbfounded.

"Go on, tell us then." Said Kyle.

The other guys looked to Ruben who still had his eyes on you. You smiled. "It's a girl!"

His face lit up. "A girl?"

You nodded. "A girl."

He turned to his teammates. "We're having a girl!"

Overjoyed was the least words to describe their reaction. They were jumping around like chipmunks on ecstasy. You'd think it was Ruben carrying the child by the way his teammates embrace him and marked his face with wet kisses. John Stones was the happiest of them all. " I told you about the lemon juice, didn't I?"

"You did." Ruben chuckled.

"Lemon juice?" You frowned.

"I told your hubby here that if he wanted to make a girl  he better start drinking at least a gallon of lemon. He as done so ever since."

"You have?"

Ruben blushed.

You thought of the times when you kissed his lips and tasted the sourness from the lemon juice. Back then you didn't think much of it, perhaps it had been a wierd part of his diet. Never did you think that Ruben cared so much for the two of you to finally have a girl.

"Ruben." You shook your head. "You didn't have to do that for me."

"It worked didn't it?" John Stones was over the moon. He, Ruben, Ilkay and Kyle ran to tell the rest if their teammates news, leaving you alone with the Premier League trophy.

"Boys." You sighed, with a smile on your face.

[minhosimthings]

You get me so High

Symphony Smut Series Day 17: The Neighborhood's You get me so high.

Lyric: We should stick together, you're my best friend I love you forever.

Pairings: bestfriend!Jake × fem!reader, best friends to lovers eyy

Warnings: smut minors dni, oral (f recieving), p in v sex, dirty talk, mentions of cheating, sex on the couch cause we be wilding, idk any other warning for this, oh yeah ITS FLUFFY AT THE END

A/N: alright the second last day and I'm finishing ths series tomorrow (probably) so for today it is my husband my loml my everything Jake! Tomorrow will be Minho also my loml and my husband.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Once upon a time there lived a princess. And there lived a prince. And both of them were the bestest friends ever. Singing bad karaoke, eating greasy pizza, tweeting the most obscene things about each other and giggling about them, going to parties with each other as friends, and even drunkenly kissing each other only to forget about it in next morning.

And they regretted it.

They regretted that they found other people. People who they 'loved'. Well if the definition of love was pity, then my statement would be true.

And now here they were, wound up cuddling on the prince's sofa, while the princess cried to the prince about parties and cards and people who cheated on one another.

"Princess calm down, you'll pass out." Jake stroked your back with his hand, each delicate finger leaving an impression on you. He was so...soft with you, as if you were a fragile feather.

"Why-would they do that?" You hiccuped, looking up at Jake, your tear stained face breaking his heart even more, "I-I thought-"

"We thought wrong." Jake scoffed, his tone for the first time, laced with venom, "Bitches." He mumbled under his breath. His girlfriend had been a cheating bitch and your boyfriend had also been on the ratio, kissing each other right in front of you and Jake as soon as they thought you two weren't there.

"We're stupid aren't we?" You laughed coldly, "So fucking stupid."

"I'm the stupid one here." Jake breathed out, along with a chuckle.

Now or never isn't it?

Gripping you tighter by your waist, Jake bent down to your level and pressed his lips to yours. It seemed as that moment, that butterflies had erupted out of nowhere, as your lips danced with Jake's ever so delicately. You had never imagined that a kiss from a person you love would feel so.... wonderful. Sure you had kissed other people but, Jake. Jake was different. His lips felt like sweet melted ice cream, and like those caramels he always loved so much.

Although Jake could have stayed on your lips forever, cherishing the soft touch of winter and spring, he knew you needed to take a breath too, so he pulled away, leaving you a bit warmer than you were before.

"I-Im sorry I didn't know why I did-"

Jake didn't have time to finish his sentence as you grabbed his collar and kissed him again.

The sudden passion caught him off guard. Jake's body pinned you against the sofa, but you quickly melted into the kiss, savoring the sensation of Jake's tongue on your lips. Almost instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His left hand gripped your hip firmly, eliciting a moan from you. You allowed his tongue to explore your mouth, experiencing the rough yet passionate and intimate kiss that left you breathless. When the need for air became too pressing, he released your lips, placing his forehead against yours, locking eyes.

His eyes were filled with lust and a need for you, causing shivers down your spine. Aroused by his primal actions, you heard him whisper against your mouth, "You're so beautiful, princess. I can't hold it back."

Jake's kisses moved from your lips down to your neck leaving you breathless. His lips left little spots that would soon turn into hickeys, then shortly moved back to your lips.

Jake'ss lips moved down to your chest, he gripped one of your breasts, it was your turn to groan now. He pulled back and looked down at your shirt, gently tugging at the bottom, silently asking to take it off. you nodded and he slid it up over your head. You were now left in a black lace bra.

"Oh?" Jake raised a brow at you, "You're wearing my gift?"

"Just in case." You giggled, tugging at his curls, as he bent down to peck sweetly at your neck.

Jake dipped his head back down and continued kissing along your breasts. slowing making his way down your chest and along your stomach. you squirmed under his gentle kisses, letting out a desperate moan. Jake's chuckles vibrated against your hot skin, making you want more.

Jake pressed a kiss against your panties then giving a small lick, to tease you. “please Jake,” you half-whispered, half-whimpered out. that was all it took for Jake to essentially rip of your panties. “You’re already soaked,” he said.

"Only for you", you breathed out, and watched as his eyes looked up to meet yous as he went lower, and you hands quickly found their way into his hair as he dipped his tongue inside of you. "Fuck", youmumbled as he licked up to you clit and started to suck at it. You knew he was experienced, but you didn't know just how good he was at it.

You felt his finger enter you as his tongue swirled around your clit in a steady rhythm. Your grip in his hair tightened as you could feel a pleasurable pressure build up inside you.

Jake could tell you was getting closer, he inserted a second finger into you and hooked his fingers, rubbing just the right spot inside you while continuing to lick and suck at your clit.

Your hips roll riding his tongue, pleasure tightening deep inside your core. “Oh Jayeun fuck!” You felt yourself already coming close to the edge. Jake smiles against your clit watching your facial expressions as he flicks his tongue and sucks. It was a beautiful and addicting sight. He slides a finger inside you and watches you gasp at the sudden sensation. “Fuck youre so tight”Your moans falling endlessly out your mouth your hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. “Jake I’m gonna I-“ you can’t finish the words as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Jayeun, jaey- ahhh fuck fuck fuck!"

You moaned his name as you came, your vision going spotty and a light ringing in your ear for a moment as you slowed your breathing.

He finally took his fingers out and kissed the inside of your thigh as he smiled up at you. Jake didn't give you much recovery time as he kissed back up your body, stopping at your neck to suck a mark, his mark, just below your ear. Your hands travelled down his back, scratching as he ground against you.

"Fuck you tasted exactly like I imagined." Jake chuckled, his hands slowly travelling upto your breasts.

"You've imagined that?" You asked meekly, earning another kiss from Jake. "You don't know the things I have imagined." Jake whispered in your ear, sending vibrations throughout your body, "if you did, we wouldn't just be best friends."

"Fuck me properly and then I'll be your girlfriend."

Jake's face lit up as he heard your words. He didn't need to wait for an invitation, but hearing yours made his dick extra hard.

You leaned forward pushing Jake down to the sofa as you captured his lips in a searing kiss and straddled his hips, he ran his hands from your waist down to your thighs as he gripped them tightly "I've wanted thus for so long" you said panting as you pulled back slightly only to move your kisses down his neck.

“Ready to be a good girl for me princess?” his voice was demanding and lustful. Your eyes widen, jaw drops low and you can’t think. Jake drops his pants and his hard erection bounces out. You’re almost drooling at the sight, forgetting now all about what had happened that day. His tip was red and dripping with precum already. You needed it in your cunt.

Suddenly he pins your wrists against the couch and slams his cock into your dripping pussy. You gasp and cry out in pleasure and suprise. He plunges into you not allowing you time to adjust. His cock was thick, stretching you open.

Your jaw falls slack when you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out, his lips pull tight together in a grunt, “so tight for me, princess— jesus christ..”

Your head fills with pleasures, not a single thought could form in your head. “Fuck you feel so good doll” he groans holding your hips down and slamming deeper inside you. “G-god Jake! Feels…s-so good!” You cry. “Is this the dick you wanted? Is it better than his?” he says as he fucks Into you harder.

Your eyes begin to roll back feeling how good he felt. His tip hitting your G-spot making you ready to cum just as fast as before. “J-Jake fuck I’m gonna c-“ you are interrupted by his hand gripping your throat, choking you. “Fuck baby you got wetter just from that… god you're so good” his mixture of degradation and praise had your body a dripping, desperate mess. You couldn’t believe the hold he had over you.

His breathing is labored when he pulls his hips back and thrusts in, he goes slow at first, treating you like you were a fragile statue made from porcelain, but then you’re begging him to go faster, to go harder. His tongue swipes along the roof of his mouth before he speaks, “are you sure, doll? i don’t— fuck— want to hurt you.”

“h-hurt me, it’s okay,” you mumble out, and he truly does hesitate for a second, then his thrusts are suddenly faster, bumping you into the sofa with the sheer snap of his hips. Your cries sound like noises formed from a blessed harp, passed down by the gods for him to listen to, each moan getting louder and louder until his ears are ringing, until the music sounds hushed compared to your screams.

He felt you trembling hard, pulsing around his cock as you got close to cumming. He works himself deeper inside you, stroking all the places you need to reach that high point. A few more thrusts and you burst. You gush around him with a long whine. You squirm and buck as he holds you in place and keeps rutting into you until it becomes too much for him. He also lets loose and shoots his cum inside you. He fucks it into you a bit, before slowly pulling out.

"Princess are you alright?" Jake cups your cheeks with his hand. He had gotten too lost in his epiphany that he hadn't really noticed about your wellbeing.

"Fuck you Sim Jayeun." You let out a breathy chuckle, "Fuck you for not fucking me like that earlier."

"You didn't ask princess." Jake laughed, carefully lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bedroom.

"From now on, you don't have to ask for it."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

[peach-princess-snz]

Baizhu Snzfic (Part 2)

Pairing: Baizhu x OC

Includes: allergies, stifles, let out, false alarm... and more

Art by SayuuHiro

The long way up the stairs to Bubu Pharmacy had never felt longer on this hot summer day. Why would they build a pharmacy so high up in the first place? Who in Teyvat thought, "Ah yes, let's make people do an entire cardio routine if they wanna get their meds - that'll surely cure them!" I wonder what Dr Baizhu thinks of it. Ehsan chuckled at the thought of Baizhu throwing his hands in the air dramatically and rolling his eyes at the incompetency of people around him. Step. Step. One more step, and he was at the top. The wide, rounded entrance of Bubu Pharmacy tempted him with its dimly lit interior, and he could almost feel the cool breeze coming from the inside. Gui, the pharmacist at the front, noticed him first and waved.

"Good afternoon, welcome back! Eyy-saan, was it?" Gui looked at the guest, seeking confirmation.

"Uh, yeah, I'm good with that."

Gui noted something in a big book and moved it over to the side of the counter in one swift gesture. "How may I help you? Aah, you must be looking for Dr Baizhu. He is in the back, getting the medicine ready for his 3 o'clock appointment. I will let him know you stopped by."

The pharmacist barely finished his sentence as the door on his left swung open, and a familiar tall figure with long green hair, a flowy blue coat loosely draped over his shoulders, and a white snake coiled around his neck entered the room. The man seemed fixated on a couple of brown pouches in his hands.

"Gui, I will need more sweet flowers and slime condensate, and for Rex Lapis' sake, where is Qiqi?" Dr Baizhu looked up, shifting his weight to one side impatiently.

Gui glanced at the doctor, then at Ehsan who was still standing at the entrance.

"Oh, my!" Baizhu's voice switched to the drawn-out purr he assumed with his patients. "Ehsan, please accept my sincere apologies. If I knew you were visiting, I'd brew some of that tea you enjoyed last time you were here," he said, setting the pouches down on the counter.

Gui sighed with the sigh of an underpaid employee too tired to question his supervisor and began scribbling a note. "Qiqi is still in the mountains," he replied. "I pray to the archons that she didn't get stuck between the rocks... again. I will make sure she gets your message when she returns."

"Thank you! Now that you say that, I am considering taking a stroll into the mountains to ascertain her well-being firsthand. The thought of any harm befalling my little Qiqi troubles me deeply, particularly as our herbal supplies dwindle. Now, where were we? Ehsan! How are you feeling today?"

"Thank you, Dr Baizhu, I'm doing quite well. I haven't made another trip to the Chasm yet, but definitely considering it for my vacation destination next week," Ehsan chuckled, exposing his perfect white teeth. "I was wondering if you were feeling any better?"

It's been two days since the accident, and, judging by his elevated mood and glowing skin, the doctor seemed to be in perfect health. Ehsan wondered for a second how one could recover from an illness so quickly when he saw Baizhu sniffle and quickly dab his nose on the back of his hand. Looks like even the most talented doctor is not immune to the fragility of human nature.

"Truly, I am flattered by your concern about my well-being, but I assure you there is no need to worry. My chronic condition tends to flare up from time to time, but I am feeling perfectly fine today." Baizhu smiled and gave a little pet to Changsheng, comfortably resting on his shoulders. "Did you by chance come back for more herbs to help expedite your recovery?”

"I actually stopped by just to see you," Ehsan almost let the words slip out of his mouth. "I actually stopped by just for a moment. I wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time as I see that you already have a lot on your plate." Nailed it.

Baizhu sniffled again and tilted his head quizzically. "Well, if that's the case, allow me to at least walk you out."

As Baizhu was passing Ehsan, Changsheng gave the Sumeru scholar a long look as if she knew something about him that even he did not.

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"So, ahem..." Baizhu cleared his throat. "Where are you headed next?"

Ehsan couldn't help but notice that the tip of the doctor's nose had turned pink as they began descending the stairs. Was it just his imagination? Ehsan felt a wave of tingles rush down his back and hurriedly turned away from the doctor's face.

"Ah, my schedule is pretty flexible. In fact, I've decided to take a day off from writing my thesis. Um… I was wondering if I could help with the search for your assistant? I've been meaning to explore Liyue beyond the Chasm, and this looks like a perfect opportunity."

Baizhu's face took on a concerned expression as he squinted his eyes and looked in the distance. Changsheng slithered down his body onto the ground and continued moving beside them. "Was I being disrespectful? Should I not have offered? Does he... not want my company?" Ehsan's usually collected thoughts were scattered all over the place.

"That would be most generous of you," Baizhu finally replied with a soft smile. As he said that, his nostrils suddenly twitched, forcing the doctor to bring a hand to his nose and give it a little rub. Ehsan's cheeks turned red, and he prayed that Baizhu would not notice the difference on his bronze skin. The doctor, however, seemed preoccupied with something else as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. He sniffled again, wetly.

"Ehsan, I have to admit, I was delighted by your offer to accompany me. If I may be so bold, would you be willing to share your knowledge of herbal remedies in Sumeru? I find myself enraptured by the intricacies of medicinal practices in other nations, and your insights would be most enlightening."

"Of course! It is my pleasure as a scholar of Amurta..." Ehsan began as he heard the doctor's breath hitch, "...to share what little I know of..." Baizhu's breath hitched again, and it took all of Ehsan's willpower not to look over at the doctor, "...the biological, uh, structure of the, umm, world." He could not help but glance at his companion, now frozen in a perfect pre-sneeze expression, his eyebrows folded, eyes shut, lips slightly parted, and his face lifted towards the sun. The next moment Baizhu ducked into his elbow with a strong "Hiih... He-kxXnt!"

Distracted, Ehsan tripped on a perfectly smooth road but caught himself just in time. Baizhu did not seem to notice. He lifted his face away from his elbow and took one brief look at the sun, which seemed to be just enough to make his breath hitch again until he forcefully jerked forward with another stifled "Hiih’NKxshh!!"

Baizhu blinked and shook his head. "Please excuse me! Huh, look at that, as soon as I proclaim my well-being, I promptly make a fool of myself," he chuckled.

"I-uh... I assure you that is not the case... Ahem, as I was saying, I'd be happy to talk about Sumeru. Do you have any particular questions?" Ehsan struggled to compose himself. Normally, he could always push his emotions aside to make way for more important things. Yet today this task seemed almost impossible for a reason Ehsan did not want to admit to himself.

"Alright," Baizhu agreed, smiling. "My first question is, what is that exquisite scent you are wearing? I can discern some familiar notes, yet I cannot place them." Baizhu inhaled deeply, evaluating the fragrance. "Hmm, similar to glaze lilies, but much stronger, and with a hii-... hint of sweet fl…hih-flowers." Baizhu's eyelids fluttered and he brought his elbow up to cover another sneeze, but it seemed to escape him as the doctor lowered his arm with a sigh.

Ehsan felt the ground fall out from underneath his feet. He was indeed wearing a perfume he bought in Port Ormos before his trip to Liyue to remind him of home, and he did indeed hope that it would impress Dr Baizhu... just not like this.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ehsan uttered softly. "I hope you are not allergic to my perfume? I would never have worn it if I had any idea..."

"Nonsense! I'm just... hih... enjoying the delicate scent, and this sudden outburst is likely completely unrelated," Baizhu declared cheerfully. "So, what are the exotic ingredients in your fragrance?"

"I-uhh..." Ehsan attempted to recall the label on the bottle containing the source of Baizhu’s misery. When that failed, he began listing random plants in hopes that at least one of them was correct. "Yes, the scent comes from traditional Sumeru flowers like nilotpala lotus, padisarah, sumeru rose..." Ehsan stopped as he heard Baizhu draw a sharp breath. He watched as the doctor tilted his head back, shut his eyes, and erupted in another semi-stifled fit, barely caught by his elbow.

"Hiih... Hheh... eKschh! Hih-hih... nGKkt-chew! Heh-kshuu!"

Baizhu paused with his face still buried into the crook of his arm. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath and lurched forward, struggling to contain his sneezes that seemed to be getting stronger the more he tried to stifle them.

"Huh... Hh-eKSCHew!! Haa-aKXTShhew! Ugh... snff.. Excuse me."

Baizhu finally put his arm down, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Bless you! Once again, please forgive me if your, err... current condition is due to my carelessness,” Ehsan began. "I should not have assumed that Sumeru plants were harmless to..."

"Ehsan, you of all people should not be apologizing for an oversight on my part," Baizhu interrupted. "If I didn't forget to bring my handkerchief, you would not have been subjected to my utter lack of manners."

"But I do want to be subjected," Ehsan thought and immediately bit his tongue so as not to say anything stupid.

Changsheng made a noise in between a hiss and a scoff. "I too enjoy taking a short break once in a while, but if we don't get a move on, we might just lose our favorite herb collector, and you will have to run errands all by yourssself, Baizhu."

"Heh-AhTSHoo!" This time Baizhu didn't have time to cover and instead turned to the side with his hand hovering over his face helplessly. "Ah... snff... Yes, we should probably keep... hiih... g..." The doctor's eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows darted upwards. His voice trailed off as his breath wavered.

"Huh!.. Hh!.. Ahhhh," Baizhu opened his eyes and sighed wearily. "I am truly sorry for this display," he said quietly. "I do wish my adverse react... hiih.. was not a hh-hindrance to this otherwise pleasant conversation." Baizhu looked up searching for the sun through half-closed eyelids. His nostrils quivered impatiently and his nose wrinkled, and the doctor stood motionless, taking in air in short, rapid bursts. After a moment he sighed again and rubbed his nose vigorously. He turned to Ehsan.

"Oh, please, don't look at me with this concern in your eyes," Baizhu tried to give his companion a reassuring smile, but deep embarrassment and discomfort were written all over his face. "Truly, I am alright, my body is simply not cooperating with me today, but it's nothing to worry about. I promise you."

Baizhu's voice sounded more leveled and his sentences dropped their embellishments. He sounded almost... somber, for reasons unknown to Ehsan who took the doctor's change of tone as proof of his own guilt.

"I'm... So sorry," he mumbled. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Now, now, we should really get going," Baizhu smiled. "After all, we're here to save Qiqi, not me."

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They left Liyue Harbor's gates and continued their way up the road. Ehsan kept hearing Baizhu's sniffling and an occasional soft gasp for air, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the doctor. The most he could do now was help Dr Baizhu as much as possible and not make the situation any more awkward. Ehsan kept walking and almost didn't notice when Baizhu stopped following him. Ehsan turned around to witness the tall figure of his companion standing on the side of the road, his head tilted up and his eyes shut. His shoulders tensed up as his lips parted and he took a shaky breath.

"Hiih... Ah... Huuh..."

Nothing. Baizhu wiped his nose with the side of his hand, exhausted by the persistent tickle that didn’t seem to be getting better any time soon.

He noticed Ehsan staring at him and laughed it off, reassuring the scholar that "it was nothing to worry about" and "seriously, Ehsan will make him blush if he keeps giving him so much sympathy." They continued walking with Baizhu slowing down every couple of minutes to try and relieve the itch buried deep inside his nose to no avail. After some time, Baizhu requested to sit down on a broken bench under an old oak tree on the side of the road. Ehsan joined him. The doctor looked weary and kept pressing the back of his gloved hand to his reddened nostrils glistening with moisture.

"When on the road, one should take ample time to pause and appreciate the wondrous scenery along the way," Baizhu finally said, looking at the blue sky dreamily.

"You're about to collapse, aren't you?" Changsheng responded without hesitation.

Baizhu was about to say something when his gaze went blank and he drew a sharp breath.

"Oh, come on!" Changsheng exclaimed impatiently. "If you weren't so dead set on trying to be polite, you'd feel much better without needing to sit down and catch your breath." She then turned to Ehsan, silently demanding his participation in the discussion.

Baizhu sighed and slumped on the bench. "I'll be alright. I just hh-... need a moh... hhh-... ment."

Ehsan felt bad for the doctor, but this feeling was mixed with a sort of excitement that gave the scholar goosebumps. He didn't realize as his intrusive thoughts got the best of him:

"Dr Baizhu, if I may, sometimes your body just needs a slight push to help it get rid of the allergen and make you feel better."

Ehsan froze with his mouth still slightly agape, unable to believe in the reality of what he had just proposed.

Changsheng gave him a curious look but didn't say anything. Baizhu lifted his head and looked at Ehsan. His soft green hair spilled out from his bun and unruly strands were now framing his elegant face, making him look ethereal in the dappled golden light filtering through the canopy above. "Did you have an idea?"

Ehsan almost jumped at the question. Baizhu did not seem like somebody who easily accepted the help of others. But if what Ehsan heard two days ago, albeit muffled by the walls of the pharmacy, was really what he thought it was... Ehsan's cheeks flushed crimson.

"I um... could help you... sneeze," the last word was so quiet it almost got lost in the breeze. Baizhu's piercing golden eyes seemed to widen, and his vertical pupils turned into thin lines.

"Alright, I have to admit, I'm intrigued. Mostly because I'd never expected to see such an offer coming from you." Baizhu's lips stretched into a smirk, and he sniffled wetly. "Suffice to say, it feels different to be on the receiving side of a treatment, but I... hiih-..." Baizhu's breath hitched, and he lost track of his thoughts. "Ahem, what I'm trying to say is, I guess, as a doctor, I myself should be an example of a perfect patient readily accepting hii-... the…"

Ehsan saw the desperation in Baizhu's eyes, barely masked by his pretend nonchalant attitude.

As the doctor sighed and rubbed his nose again, Ehsan bent down and pulled out a thin blade of grass, soft with a pointed tip. He looked at Dr Baizhu, hesitating. The doctor seemed calm, if a little tense, whether from the persistent itch in his nose or the peculiar situation they found themselves in. Ehsan reached out toward Baizhu's face but stopped himself, afraid that the doctor would burst out laughing at how silly Ehsan must look, exposing the affair as a joke he never took seriously. However, Baizhu's facial expression remained neutral, and he didn't pull away from Ehsan's hand. Ehsan carefully cupped Baizhu's cheek, feeling the warmth of his soft skin under his fingertips. He looked into Baizhu’s eyes, as if asking for permission. The doctor sniffled again and reached out for his nose instinctively, but Ehsan stopped his hand and put it back on the bench. Baizhu's bright eyes lit up with curiosity. Ehsan brought the thin blade of grass to the doctor's right nostril and brushed it gently. Baizhu's nostrils twitched, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled. Fascinated, Ehsan brushed the outside of the left nostril to witness the same reaction. Baizhu blinked a couple of times and exhaled shakily. Ehsan inserted the grass blade inside the doctor's nose and gave it a slight twirl. Baizhu's breath wavered as his eyes rolled back and his eyelids dropped. Ehsan kept rotating the grass blade, slowly climbing deeper into the doctor's quivering nose. Baizhu's breath was now hitching uncontrollably and his eyebrows darted up, forming a triangle. He tilted his head up, leaning away from the grass blade that was now tickling deep inside his irritated nose. Ehsan responded by pushing the grass blade further in as Baizhu audibly gasped for air. "Aaah!.." The swift movements of Ehsan's fingers sped up as Baizhu's nose kept scrunching up and twitching, buzzing with an unbearable itch. "Ah!.. Hh... Hh... HaaH!.." Baizhu lifted a hand motioning for Ehsan to stop, but the scholar was too entranced by the show to pay attention to anything but the doctor's red, twitchy nostrils and his shaky breath. "Aaah!!.." Baizhu froze for a split second before jerking forward towards Ehsan violently. The scholar quickly snatched the grass blade away as Baizhu erupted in an uncovered sneezing fit, misting Ehsan's lap with tiny droplets of spray.

"Huh'dSCHh'sshuh!! Huh'dSCHh'ssh! Hiih... Hiih... Hiih'IISSSHiuu! Haah.. Ah-kTSHHew!..  Hh... Heh-Eh'sSCHew! Eh'sSCH'ew!............................ Huh... Hh..." Baizhu paused with his eyes still shut and took another slow deep breath. Without thinking, Ehsan reached out and slid the wet grass blade back into the doctor's irritated nostril, making the latter gasp and lurch forward with a loud "Hhah!!... Ah'eeKSCHHew! Ah!.. Ae'SCHoo!...................Huh-AaahSCHHew! Ugh..."

The doctor blinked rapidly, collecting himself. He sniffled, trying to stop his dripping nose from making a mess, then grabbed a sleeve of his coat and buried his face into it.

Ehsan flicked the grass blade away, not taking his eyes off the absolutely breathtaking god-like figure sitting next to him dabbing the thick fabric to his sensitive nose and misty eyes.

"Phew... Ahem," Baizhu coughed into the sleeve a little longer than needed to clear his throat. "I have never experienced anything quite like it, that's for sure," he finally said, still wiping his nose in an upward motion. He then turned his attention to Ehsan and his face dropped.

"Oh, archons!! I am so, so sorry! Please do accept my sincerest apologies, I did not mean to... erm... make such a mess, let alone sneeze all over my patient!"

Baizhu lowered his head, bowing to Ehsan, who, in all honesty, did not mind a little mist on his clothes that seemed to make the doctor feel so flustered.

"He liked it," Changsheng stated with zero emotion in her voice. Baizhu lifted his head and looked at the white snake, his face still reflecting deep remorse. "What I’m saying is, our ssscholar friend seems to enjoy," Changsheng began, making Ehsan wish he’d met his fate at the Chasm and avoided going to the pharmacy altogether, "...helping others, and it bringsss him great joy to see people feeling better." Ehsan could have sworn that if snakes could smile, she would be giving him her sassiest grin.

"Oh, is that so?" Baizhu sniffled again, but his nose no longer looked red and irritated.

"Y-yes, I am indeed glad to have been able to repay your kindness as you saved me the other day," Ehsan hurriedly replied. "Besides, I couldn't bear watching you suffer any longer."

"Well, in that case..." Baizhu's face took on a contemplating expression before he turned towards Ehsan and looked straight into his eyes. "It looks like we have a lot in common."

[its-time-to-write]

sooo excited requests are open again! Jamie gets a day off from training and you spend the whole day together cuddling and snogging and watching films

Done😎 Gonna hit you all with some angst pretty soon, so enjoy this angst-free fic while you can! Thanks for the request!

(p.s. this gif makes me giggle. idk why)

tell me where to put my love

There is absolutely nothing like a Sunday morning, because it means that Jamie has absolutely no training. Saturdays are subject to extra time with Roy, so you and Jamie only get one day a week with absolutely no football. Well, not absolutely no football. Sometimes you let him cajole you into going to the Richmond Green and kicking around one of the ten billion footballs he has in the house. 

He says you’ve gotten better since you’ve started, you say that you could take on all of Richmond and win.

He says you’re very funny.

You say so too.

Sundays are great because you get to sleep in, but you probably don’t. You’re both so used to being awake early so despite being up late, you’re both unable to sleep past 7:30, maybe 8 if you’re really tired.

You don’t get out of bed, though.

The first one to wake will lie as still as possible, looking at the rise and fall of the other’s chest. Usually it’s Jamie watching you. You’re a light sleeper, so you begin to stir at the slightest change in atmosphere. He’ll stroke your cheek and you’ll smile and stretch, refusing to open your eyes.

His hands will start to slide down to your arms and to your waist, then dip below your pajama bottoms. You’ll open your eyes at that, because he’ll soon shift so that his head is at your waist, and lift his baby blue eyes to yours in a question. 

This Sunday is no different, and you both end up staying in bed until 10. It’s not until you’re lying tangled in the sheets, sweaty and gasping for breath, that a stomach growls (yours, his, what’s the difference) and you each throw on as little clothes as possible and head to the kitchen. Jamie pulls things out for his morning smoothie and you’re toasting frozen waffles. Neither of you are saying much, except for a “hey!” from Jamie when you steal some of his strawberries. 

You take your respective breakfasts to the couch and settle under a blanket. It gets cold when you’re only wearing pants. 

“What are we gonna watch?” you ask. 

Jamie just grins and flips through your streaming services.

“No, babe,” you groan, “not again. Please, I beg of you.”

Jamie pretends he can’t hear you and lands on Keeping Up with the Kardashians. 

“Jamie,” you say as he chooses an episode, “why are you so obsessed with reality tv? It’s so unrealistic.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it,” he replies, lightly knocking his head against yours. You roll your eyes and suppress a smile. You can’t argue with that. 

You stay on the couch for three hours until Jamie starts to get bored and starts kissing a line up your neck. You giggle and shift away.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “you hungry?”

“That is not where I thought this was going,” you laugh. 

Jamie shrugs, lips still against your throat. “Trying to make up for making you watch fucking American reality television. And I want takeout.”

At that, you turn and capture his lips in yours. He’s not supposed to have takeout right now, not part of his eating plan. He’s trying to butter you up so you won’t talk him out of it. Lucky for him, he’s making a very convincing argument. 

An hour later, you’re in the backyard on the patio eating Chinese food. You’re both in more clothes and soaking up the rare bit of sun. Jamie has also produced chips, and you’re not sure why they go so well with Chinese, but they do. 

You’re finishing up the last box and chatting about Jamie’s upcoming match when there’s a knock on the door. You both freeze. You’re not expecting anyone, and you exchange an assessing look to see who is most presentable to answer the door. 

It turns out to be Jamie, so he pads inside and opens it to find Dani. 

“Eyy, muchacho! Nice to have a day off, no? I was feeling a little bit lonely, so I decided to drop by to see if you would like to play some FIFA. And I did not come empty handed!” Dani holds up a bag of Mexican food. 

“Can’t,” Jamie says. “Girlfriend’s here.”

Dani’s face droops a little bit and, as if on cue, you appear behind Jamie, all wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Hi Dani!” you say. “Heard your voice from the backyard. What’re you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Just lonely, I guess.“ 

He looks so hilariously forlorn that you laugh and Jamie rolls his eyes. 

“Do you want to come in?” you ask. “Ooh, is that Mexican?”

Fifteen minutes later, Dani is explaining hair masks to a fascinated Jamie, as you sip your drinks and eat the food Dani brought. Neither you nor Jamie care to tell him you had just eaten.

He stays for two hours, crushing Jamie at FIFA. After the door shuts behind him, Jamie looks at you and says, “shower?”

You and Jamie stay in for way too long, only coming out when your hands are far too pruny. The bathroom is all steamy, and Jamie’s towel is wrapped low around his hips. You end up back on the bed, laying on top of the sheets in your towels. His arm is around you, thumb rubbing up and down your arm. Your head is tucked in the crook of his neck, and you’re breathing in his clean scent slowly. He’s talking in a low voice, not about anything really, just chattering about football, his mum, and the future. You’re trying to stay awake, you really are, and there’s no reason you should be tired and yet your eyes are growing heavy. It’s not your fault that his voice is so calm and so soothing, and before you know it you’re asleep. 

You don’t see this part, but Jamie notices the change in your breathing and starts whispering about other things. How much he loves you, and why he loves you. His real hopes for the future, the ones he’s not sure you’re ready to hear, but thinks one day you will be. He’ll let you sleep as long as possible. These times are rare, and he is going to savor every moment. 

[aestherin]

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35: sincerely, [name]'s lover

NOTES: eyy surprise 🫣

"Just go," Scaramouche urged.

"I already did," Ayato frowned. They've been at this topic for almost thirty minutes now.

He was slightly annoyed by how much of his time a meet-up with the singer took. He's a busy man, he still has a lover to grovel for!

They've spent the past hour discussing about what he should do to fix the mess that he got the two of you into. Well, mostly you.

After a series of debates, passive aggressive exchanges, and straight up insults, Scaramouche and Ayato ended up spending most time on one of the former's suggestions: Ayato should visit you at home.

Which he already did two times the past few days, but to no avail.

"Try again."

"I already told you, she won't meet me. Even if I'm already outside her door," Ayato said for what must have been the hundredth time already. "That happened once already, and I even have her trash to thank for that."

"Her trash?"

"She wouldn't have seen me waiting outside her unit if she did not decide to throw her trash out three hours after I went there."

"The fuck?" Scaramouche winced. "I honestly don't know anymore whether you're dedicated or if you're just an idiot."

"I don't know. I could be both."

The other just sighed. Well, not until mischief came to his mind. "Sucks to be you, dude. [Name] always lets me in her condo," Kunikuzushi said, attempting to goad the blue-haired man. Noticing the slight furrow of the latter's brow, he seemed to have succeeded.

"That's a bold-faced lie."

"Believe what you want to believe," Scara acted high and mighty, even raising his chin up with closed eyes and a smirk. Truthfully, however, it was indeed a lie. He'd never admit that though.

"Cease your constant chattering," Ayato sighed. He then got up from where he was previously sitting. "If you have no more words for me, I'm leaving."

He turned away.

"Wait."

He halted his steps, yet made no effort to face Scaramouche again. "What?"

"If you can't make her bring you inside, then make her go outside."

Ayato squinted. That does make sense, but at the same time it does not. How was he even supposed to do that?

'I'll think about it later,' he thought.

"Heard. Thanks." He waved goodbye.

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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