#hes so beloved i want to squish his face in my hands

[bitzi-bee]

I think Liu Qingge deserves to be babygirled

[iwannaleavemymind]

Gamer!Choso continuation that’s been so highly anticipated and begged for…

As always, minors DNI you will be blocked

Thank you for all the love and support and getting me to 300 followers in just two weeks I love you guys so so much!!❤️❤️❤️

(Incorporating a little bit of my beloved sadism into this fic too🙏)

Let’s make I mean watch a movie!!

Gamer!Choso getting annoyed when you ignore him because your carried away in your own little game; prettily sat down at your own gaming set up with monitors and pcs with cameras set up for your live stream.

Gamer!Choso showing up on the stream with a loose black shirt and a silver cross necklace on- no doubt getting a little bit of thirsty comments about him in the chat.

“Babe take a break your streams been long enough dont cha’ think hmm?”

“Cho’ I can’t I have two hours left for the live stream. Sorry baby.”

Gamer!Choso bides his time bit by bit reading by the chat comments about their relationship, little jabs at your shared patreon together asking when the next movie will come out, whispering dirty little nothings into your ear.

Gamer!Choso slowly leads his hands down to your thighs, gently tugging the sides of them up up and up closer to your soaking wet cunt. Earning a little slap on his hand for distracting you from a match.

“Cho! I’m live and I almost lost.” You say to him, quiet enough so the mic doesn’t pick up what you say to him.

Gamer!Choso laughs at your attitude and pretends to walk off camera- only to slip under your desk and yank down your loose shorts to toy with your clothes clit, your arousal soaked through the thin fabric of your panties.

Gamer!Choso degrading and toying with your clit, desperately trying to keep your composure while you’re on the live stream, little huffs and pants coming from your lips- blaming it on how hard the match is going.

“Shh baby we don’t want them to hear that slutty lil mouth of your hmm?”

Gamer!Choso whispering to you with his head between your legs, spreading your thighs apart and yanking your panties down your bare thighs, discarding them to the side exposing your soaked and needy pussy to him.

“Princess? You like this don’t you?”

Gamer!Choso flicking his tongue along your clit, eating you out like a starved man in the middle of the dessert. And you were soaked enough to sustain that thirst for him-

Gamer!Choso nibbling lightly on your clit, his tongue slipping into your dripping cunt and swirling his tongue along your soaking wet folds, sliding a finger into your core and resuming his relentless assault on your throbbing clit with his oh so mean tongue.

Gamer!Choso makes your composure so hard to keep- making up an excuse to leave the stream for a ‘bathroom break’ only to turn off the camera- but your sloppy cunt makes it so hard to think straight; drunk on his tongue sliding up and down and circling your clit- his fingers stimulating your g spot over and over making your legs tremble- your fingers fumble with the keys turning the camera off- but not the audio!?

“Oh you poor thing- having to stop your stream just f’me baby? Don’t worry it’ll be worth your time~” he whispers against your sensitive core- his words echoing in the dumbed out walls of your mind, hands tangling in his hair and eyes shut in pleasure.

Gamer!Choso increases the pace of his fingers, flicking his tongue across your clit faster and sloppier until you come all over his tongue, your juices soaking his lips and dribbling down his chin.

“She fuckin loves me hm? Better give ‘er what she wants uh huh?”

Gamer!Choso overstimulating your poor pussy with his tongue, sloppily eating you out and simultaneously slipping his fingers in and out of your core at a hungry crazed pace, loud hazed moans slipping past your lips your pupils blown wide and legs shaking with overstimulation, your thighs neatly squishing his face in your favorite place between your thighs.

“So sweet- so sloppy n’ needy baby.”

Gamer!Choso slapping your pussy in retaliation, he’s so mean teasing your oncoming orgasm, ceasing all movement between his tongue and his fingers.

“Beg for it slut.”

Gamer!Choso loooves making you work for it, making sweet little please and whimpers flow from your lips and thighs shaking around his head, biting into the sensitive flesh leaving a hickey as his reward.

“Fuck- that’s what I wanna hear baby.”

Gamer!Choso fucking you with his tongue sloppier than before, the noise of your slick and drenched pussy reverberating throughout the room, his thick fingers fucking your g-spot juuust right.

Gamer!Choso isn’t done with your until you squirt all over his face- your release coating his lips in a clear sheen and your cum slipping down his neck right into his loose black shirt, no doubt satisfied with his job well done.

Gamer!Choso’s eyes widening when he sees your fucked out expression- and the chat blowing up with comments about your sweet little moans!?

“Oh fuck baby we might need to give ‘em another movie huh?”

[menagerofmischief]

Nugget Update (MV1)

sumary: y/n's always giddy after getting a nugget update, sure she loves her best boy, but it also has something to do with the cat sitter sending the updates

driver!reader x cat sitter!max verstappen -> habs incoming... series masterlist

cw: not fia approved words, a bit of lance hate (I don't actually hate him), mutual pinning, the grid teasing the reader, lot of appearances from the reader's cat, kissing, kinda mean!reader (to the grid)

wc: 4.1k

a/n: this is my first time writing in 2nd person so bear with me. also, I low key hate this and it may be shit. not proof read!

“Well aren’t you a ball of sunshine?” A voice called out, disturbing the peace - or the closest thing to peace you could have near a Formula 1 track.

Your gaze snapped up, eyes narrowing as you took in the man standing on the entry of the RedBull garage. “Hello, Charles,” you replied, a teasing bite obviously heard in your voice as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I know you wanted to experience what a successful garage looks like but I thought Ferrari had a better hold on you.”

Charles laughs, his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch into a smile. Teasing Charles was always a fun time but that’s all it was, just a bit of fun. It never stretched into something meaner, just two people showing affection by teasing each other.

Charles had been your very first real friend on the grid. The first to offer his hand with a smile and genuinely mean it. The first to congratulate you on a win after getting out of the car or the first to say that the next race would be better. Really, he was your best friend, but you would never tell him that or it would go to his head.

“Funny, very funny.” He said, his accent thick. His eyes slid around the motor home until finally meeting your own. “Lot of drivers are going out for drinks, came by to invite you.”

“I don’t Charles,” you started to say, going through your mental list of excuses, searching for the best one to use to avoid this social interaction.

“Oh come on!” He whined, rolling his eyes. He gave you a look that let you know you could stop thinking about an excuse because he wasn’t going to be buying it. “We won’t stay that long and it’s night race tomorrow so you don’t need to wake up at the crack of dawn.”

You pressed your lips together, the lip gloss previously applied making them slide against each other easily. 

Charles kissed his teeth, nodding his head along. Fine, he’ll play the game. “Some of the WAG’s are coming as well.”

“Are you really trying to lure me out by promising female company?”

“Is it working?”

“Eh,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Will you pay my tab?”

Charles scoffed. “Pay your tab?” He asked, sounding as if you had asked him for his firstborn. “You’re filthy rich! You have a bigger salary than me!”

“Yeah, they do pay world champions a bit extra, comes with the title.” You replied, grinning at him, a wide teasing grin, your eyes twinkling. 

“Fine whatever, I’ll pay your tab.” He said, raising his hands in surrender. “Now go take that suit off and shower, you look disgusting.”

“You look like a trash can threw you up!”

“It threw me up because it saw you!” Charles shouted back in response, his back already turned to you as he walked away, back to the Ferrari garage. 

And that’s how you ended up in the bar, an hour later. Squished in the not too comfortable and definitely not meant to sit so many people, booth. With George’s girlfriend Carmen on your left, and Pierre’s girlfriend Kika on your right, and deep in conversation with both of them. 

You feel your phone vibrate under your hand on the table, and the screen lights up, showing off your wallpaper, a picture of your beloved cat Nugget.

You tune off from the conversation the moment the message arrives, grabbing your phone and pulling it in towards you. Your face lights up, lips stretching into a smile as your eyes focus on the sender ID. Maxie.

Or rather Max. The very cute guy who was your cat sitter whenever you were out and about in the world, chasing the racing track. 

With a quick move of your fingers, you swipe up, opening your phone and going into the message app. Fingers quickly tapping along the screen of your phone as you type out your reply.

With a smile you closed the messages app, pressing your fingers against the button on the side of your phone, watching the screen go black before setting it face down onto the table. As you looked back up, Lando’s amused yet teasing expression caught your eye.

You leaned forward against the table, pressing your hands to the wooden surface as you attempted to get a bit closer to the driver on the other side of the table. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh nothing,” he said with a laugh. “Just wondering who you’re texting, that’s all.” He intertwined his fingers, elbows pressed against the table and leaned forward as well. “You were all grumpy cat but then you get a message and suddenly you’re all smiles.”

“Grumpy cat?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at the McLaren driver. “I’m not a grumpy cat. And for the record, that was Nugget’s babysitter and he was sending me a picture of Nugget.”

Lando laughs, there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he wants to say more but he holds himself back. “Can I see? I haven’t seen the orange gremlin in so long.”

“That’s very mean,” you say, opening your phone to show him the picture, that Max had sent you. “Nugget would never say that about you.”

“That’s because Nugget can’t speak.” He looks at the screen and his lips twist upward in a smirk. “Who’s Maxie?”

You breathe out through your nose, teeth digging into your bottom lip. When you speak your voice is sharp, it leaves no room for questioning things or an invite to ask more questions. “The cat sitter.”

“I’m sure that’s all he is.” Lando laughs when you show him your middle finger before settling back into your seat and returning to the previously abandoned conversation with the two WAG’s.

The race went pretty smoothly, as always. Starting from pole, keeping the lead the whole race and with a 20s gap to car in P2. Everything after that was pretty much a blur, the interviews, partying through the night with the grid and boarding the jet early in the morning.

The sun already started setting by the time you made it to Monaco. With a sigh you rummaged through your bag, blindly feeling around the stuff inside before your fingers finally wrapped around the keys.

Opening the apartment door you walked inside, gently laying down your suitcase as your eyes settled on the scene in your living room. Right there, laying on your couch, in deep sleep, and cuddling your cat is Max Verstappen. 

His hair had fallen over his eyes and the position he’s in looks rather uncomfortable, you’re sure his body will be aching when he wakes up. His chest was raising and falling with each breath he took, little sighs slipping past his lips. Nugget was cuddled up to him, curled in a ball.

You looked at him for a few moments before starting to move around as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him up. 

Max had been cat sitting for you for a while now. Half of last season and now half of this one so almost a year. He was a sweet, kinda shy, mostly nerdy guy you ran into in a coffee shop and spilled his coffee. You offered to buy him a new one and he joined you for the coffee and you got to talking when he said he was looking for a job so you offered him to become your pet sitter.

At that point you really did need someone to look after your cat while you were gone, since you had broken up with your ex who usually took care of Nugget while you were away. And you couldn’t leave Nugget with your parents since your father was allergic to cats.

Now, your best friend who had been working in a different country had returned to Monaco and said she’d be more than happy to look after Nugget - but you wanted to keep Max around. 

Already having grown used to coming home after a race weekend to find him there, just existing in your space.

Nugget’s whiskers twitch, his eyes opening and he pulls himself away from Max, stretches out and then trots over to you, rubbing his head against your leg affectionately while purring. He let out a happy, albeit a bit too loud, meow when you picked him up and on the other side of the room Max began stirring from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, a bit confused, and rubbed his knuckles against his eyes to wake up, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light filling up the room. 

“You’re back,” he says, his voice is gentle, still sleepy and a bit quiet. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sweet smile that has you immediately smiling back at him. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry about that.”

“Oh no, it’s no problem,” you reply, running your hand over Nugget’s fur as the cat lay happily in your arms. “You can use the guest bedroom if you’re tired, you know. The couch may be expensive but that doesn’t mean it’s comfortable for sleep.”

“I didn’t want to overstep,” Max said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. You approached the couch and sat down, the cat nestling in your lap and purring in content. Max smiled, reaching out his hand and petting Nugget.

“Nonsense Max, you’re not overstepping.” You cut him off, leaving no room for argument. You always told him to feel at ease in your apartment, that he was welcome to any food in the fridge and free to use the guest room as he pleased but even after all this time there was still a slight air of awkwardness backed up by the fear of going a bit too far.

Max’s eyes settled on you, your own focused on your cat so you didn’t notice him looking. He watched the way you cooed at Nugget, asking if he was a good boy while you were away and petting him gently, and his lips stretched into a small, careful smile.

He spoke before thinking. The words left his mouth before he even finished the thought inside of his head. “I watched the race,” he said, and your eyes instantly snapped up to meet his. He swallowed, already too deep to back down. “It - “ he licked his lips, trying to decide his next words, feeling like his tongue had tied itself up in a knot. “You were spectacular. It was lovely … simply lovely.”

You let out a breath, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards and you gave him a thankful look. Max swore he could feel his heart beating in his throat, and felt his cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” you said, your voice gentle, holding a comforting tone. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. And it’s nice - knowing you watched.”

“It is?”

You bit your lip, teeth scraping against you bottom lip as you looked at him, your brain running faster than the Sauber (like it’s hard) as you tried to come up with a response. “It’s kind of comforting,” you finally said, after what felt like a small forever.

You hummed, looking down at your nails. “I was thinking about bringing Nugget with me to the next race. It’s been a while since he was in the paddock.”

“Oh,” Max said, an edge of confusion noticeable in the tone of his voice. “Does that mean that you don’t need me coming over next week?”

“Actually, I was hoping you would come with.” You say, before you can talk yourself out of making the proposition.

Max tilts his head to the side, kind of like a confused cat and you try your best not to giggle at the mental image. “I’m not sure I’m following.”

“If you wanted to attend the Grand Prix,” you tell him, running the edge of one of your nails along your skin. “Cuz’ I’m still gonna need someone to look after Nugget, and you do that in general so this would just be an added bonus of traveling.”

Max is silent for a few moments and you think he’ll decline. You wouldn't fully blame him if he did, you know what the pressure of the paddock can be like. You’re about to open your mouth, tell him that ‘never mind, it was a stupid idea anyway’ and put him out of the trouble of finding a polite way to decline when he finally speaks. 

“I suppose, if you want me to then yeah, I’ll come along to watch Nugget.” He says, trying to ignore the nervous feeling building up in his chest when you smile at him, a wide happy smile that makes him instantly smile back.

“Great!” You said, the excitement evident in your voice. “Someone from the team will contact you in a while to arrange the tickets and leave the rest to me.” Max nods, he doesn’t trust himself to speak, not with the way his throat is closing up and it makes him feel like he can’t breathe.

“Look at you all giggly,” Charles teased, gently pushing your shoulder with his hand. He wiggled his eyebrows, a laugh slipping past his lips as you glared at him.

“Charles, why don’t you turn around and flash your pretty face to the crowd.” You said, rolling your eyes. You looked at the stadium full of people who were shouting out for their favorite drivers, waving banners and cheering happily. You smiled towards the stadium and lifted your hand up, waving your fingers to the public. “Give them a wave.”

“See, I always knew you thought I was pretty,” Charles replied, waving at the public. The two of you and the rest of the grid were in a wagon, going around the track for the drivers parade, so essentially you were stuck with him for at least five more minutes. “Now, do tell who’s got you smiling like that.”

“Is it Maxie?” Lando asked, the teasing tone evident in his voice. He pushed himself closer to you and Charles, inserting himself into the conversation. 

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to eavesdrop?” 

“No, no!” Charles said, shaking his head as he waved his hand dismissively as you, his full attention now focused on Lando. “Who’s Maxie?”

Lando smiled at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “The cat sitter,” he said in a sing-song kind of voice. 

“The one you brought to your garage?” The Ferrari driver asked, his attention back on you. “The pretty one.”

“Hold up!” Lando almost shouted, raising his hands. “You brought him with you to the Grand Prix?!”

“I didn’t … well I did bring him.” You said with a sigh, there was no escaping this now. “But it’s not like that. He’s here to watch Nugget.”

“And for you to watch him - because boy that is one good arm candy.”

“Charles, your homosexual is showing,” you warned.

“But you’re not denying it,” Charles noted, giving you a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him but finally gave in. “Yes, I’m not denying it.”

You stepped back into the motor home, your eyes immediately searching for Max and finally you found him talking to your lead engineer. As you approached the two you could start to hear their conversation and quickly realized they were talking about how the car worked and what went on behind the scenes at a Grand Prix. You found it cute that Max was interested in that.

His eyes met yours and his face lit up, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards into a smile. “You’re back!” He said, “After terrorizing everyone around and getting pets, Nugget decided to settle down for a nap. He’s in your driver's room.”

Max gave you a wink after saying that and you had to hold in a giggle. You excused yourself to go to your driver’s room, with Max following behind you. The first thing you noticed when you went inside was Nugget, curled up on the massage bed and sleeping without a care.

The next thing that grabbed your attention was a dozen pastries lined up on a small table next to the couch. They were all individually wrapped in tissues.

“Max,” you said, picking up one of the pastries and unwrapping it. “I really did mean only one pastry, you know?” You bit into the chocolate filled pastry, moaning at the taste of a treat you weren’t usually allowed to have when it was race week. “My trainer will strangle me if he sees.”

“I swear, no one saw anything.” Max said, shuffling over to the couch and sitting down. “I was sneakier than Nugget when he’s stealing my food.”

“Oh, now that’s a very serious claim.” You told him with a laugh, his own laugh echoing back. You picked up one of the wrapped pastries and offered it to him. “Take one, or five. There’s no way I’m eating it all.”

He takes the pastry you’re offering him, his fingers brushing against your own as he takes it from your hand, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. After a second of hesitation you sit down next to him, the two of you eating the treats in comfortable silence.

His thigh nudges against yours and you turn to face him, finding that he’s already looking at you. He smiles and you don’t hesitate to smile back.

The practices go great, P2 in FP1, P1 in FP2 and P1 in FP3. 

The qualifying is where a slight setback shows up, with quali being ended early due to a crash and a red flag, putting you in P10 for the start of the race tomorrow.  

Once the car had rolled back into the pits you wasted no time getting out, putting the steering wheel back into place before storming into your driver’s room. 

You pulled your helmet off, fingers curling into the bottom of your balaclava as you pulled it off, throwing it next to your helmet before bringing your hands up to smooth down your hair. 

“I’m not in the fucking mood, Pepe.” You said without turning around, assuming it was your race engineer coming to talk about the outcome of qualifying. “Fucking Lance and his fucking money made seat - if that little frog screws up another quali, I’ll be the one crashing him out.”

“I’m not Pepe,” the other person in the room says and you instantly turn around, your eyes wide as they meet Max’s blue ones. “And I’m certainly glad I’m not Lance.”

You looked him up and down, eyes trailing over his figure. You took notice of Nugged, cuddled up in his arms and looked at you curiously, and reached your hand out to pet the cat, a long breath slipping past your lips. 

“Sorry,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “I didn’t really mean for you to hear that.”

Max barely heard what you were saying. Too distracted by the sight of you for his brain to properly register your words. Your skin was slightly glistening with sweat, an imprint from where your helmet and balaclava had dug into your skin still visible on your flushed cheeks. Your messy hair, and your chest raising and falling with each breath you took as you were still working on catching up your breath.

Max blinked, finally snapping out of his thoughts and focusing his attention back to what you were saying. “They should have let you finish the lap.” 

“I agree but sadly that’s not how it works.”

Max nodded along, not really knowing what to say to that so he switched to the next topic. “I ran into your friend. He invited you, and me, out for drinks. I think it would be nice to go, you seem like you need a drink.”

“Yeah, I definitely do.” You replied, taking Nugget from his arms and into your own, stroking down the cat’s body. “Which friend?”

“Uh,” Max started, thinking of a way to describe the guy since he couldn’t remember his name. “Wears red, pretty, sounds French.”

You laughed, smiling at him. “That’s Charles. I hope you didn’t tell him he sounds French, he gets offended by that.”

“Then it’s great I kept it to myself.”

You laughed in reply, putting Nugget down to the floor, the cat immediately moving to a cozy corner and curling up into a ball on the floor, shutting his eyes. “The hotel is right next to the track, you can take Nugget back while I shower and then we can go - if you want to.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Max replied with a smile.

You showered and put on a clean set of clothes just in time to meet Max after he finished dropping Nugget back to the hotel, leaving him with toys, food and water. The two of you made your way to the bar to join the rest of the grid for a night out. 

Some of the drivers were playing pool while their girlfriends were engrossed in a conversation so that left you and Max sitting together, sharing drinks and talking.

“I just …” you started, cracking your fingers. “I don’t know, this quali really messed up my mood and I was riding on such a high after the practices going well. It all feels shit now.”

“Maybe you just need more motivation for the race.” Max offered, drinking the rest of the liquor from his glass in one go. 

“You have something in mind, Maxie?” You asked, the nickname slipping past your lips without a thought now that you’ve had a few drinks. 

“How about a kiss if you get on the podium?” He said, his voice suggestive. Normally he never would have dared to say something like that but the alcohol courage really worked wonders. 

Your eyes widened, clearly not expecting him to be so bold or to suggest that. He took your reaction as a bad sign, immediately straightening up as a wave of dread quickly sobered him up.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped out, the expression on his face shifting into a panicked one. “That was stupid. It was thoughtless. It was -”

“A great motivation,” you cut him off, putting a finger up against his lips to silence him. “It was a great motivation.”

His cheeks burned as his eyes met yours. He looked so vulnerable, his bright eyes impossibly wide. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“One more corner to go but you’re in the clear,” Pepe’s voice echoed over the radio. You blinked, your eyes focused on the track before you, the checkered flag already visible along with your team gathering in the front. “That’s P1, Y/n. Phenomenal drive today, you deserved it!”

“Thank you,” you said, your voice breathless as you moved your hands, going through the last corner and speeding towards the finish line. “Thank you, Pepe.” You repeated, swallowing your spit. “It was lovely, simply lovely.”

You put the car into P1, getting out and posing for a picture on top of your car. You could hear the shouts, the cheers, the celebration. You took off your helmet, ripping off your balaclava and putting them both into the car before turning around to face the team, eyes searching for a particular face. 

Finally, you spotted Max. Standing besides your engineer, a proud expression on his face as he looked at you with a wide smile. You didn’t hesitate, feet moving before you could think and then you were in front of him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, smashing your lips into his.

The kiss was desperate, both of having waited long enough for it. He wrapped his arms around you, the best he could with the fence between you, kissing you back with need. 

You finally pulled away when you felt your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, learning your forehead against his. Nothing else mattered, not the public, not the team, not the celebration. Only him, finally yours.

“Simply lovely, right?” You asked, your voice breathless.

“Simply lovely!” Max repeated back to you, before kissing you once again. And he really did mean it - everything was simply lovely.

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Who's On Top? (QuarterJade NSFW Smut)

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWITCH QuarterJade x Fan!Male Reader

Tags: 2.2k words, cheating, slight orgasm denial, sex at twitchcon, streamer x fan, creampie, romance, breeding/impreg

"TwitchCon 202X, and I'm here, all decked out in my favorite Twitch streamer's merch," you thought, admiring your QuarterJade hoodie, t–shirt, and wristband. You spotted her booth in the immense sea of vendors, and you couldn't help but feel nervous as you approached. It wasn't every day you got to meet your idol.

"Wow," you said, stunned as you approached QuarterJade's booth at TwitchCon. The place was packed, and you had to elbow your way through. Your eyes met her gaze as she signed merchandise and she gave you a wink. Heart racing, you finally reached her booth, where you're greeted by her charismatic, dimpled smile. 

As you approached her booth, you couldn't help but notice how stunning she was. Her dark auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her beautiful hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as she greeted fans. You waited in line, keeping to yourself so you could keep your composure, and before you knew it, you're face–to–face with the internet sensation.

"Oh my god, you're here!" she squealed, recognizing you instantly. "I've been waiting for you, I've seen your name in my donations and chats, and I knew I had to meet you in person!" she jumped, excited to finally meet you. She rushed over, giving you a tight hug. You felt solid, and she couldn't help but lean into you for a moment longer than necessary. "Hey there, Y/N~! How did you find your way through this crowd?"

She pulled back, "I–I couldn't miss my favourite streamers booth! Plus, check out all the merch I bought." You excitedly show off her merch you had on. "Wow! You truly are a big fan of me... probably the biggest fan I've seen here today~"

You smiled, feeling yourself come out of your shell a little. "Can I get a picture with you?" you asked, feeling a little nervous. "You can get all the pictures you want~!" With that, you took about a dozen selfies with her, half on your phone and the other half on hers.

"Say, Y/N, are you seeing anyone?" she asked, her gaze crawling from your head to your toes. You hesitated for a while before nodding somberly. "Oh dear, why'd you look so sad? What happened?"

"My girlfriend left me a few weeks ago... It's been pretty rough..."

You felt her body press against yours once more, her tits squishing against your chest. "Oh, sweet baby, it's okay... I'm here for you, okay?" You wrapped your own arms around her, pulling her into an even tighter hug as you buried your face into the side of her neck. Her scent was magical.

After a while, she pulled back, taking the sight of you again. She looked back towards her boyfriend, Masayoshi, before turning to face you once more. She leaned in, subtly grazing her thick thighs against your crotch and managed to gauge that you were packing what her boyfriend was ten fold.

Her hands lingered on your chest, and motioned for you to come closer. "How about you close the booth for me? I think I'm done with the fans for today..." she winked, a playful smile spreading across her face. "I want to spend some time alone with you." She grabbed your hand, tugging you towards the back of my booth, where we can be alone.

You followed her, eyes wide, as she led you to a cozy seating area with a table laden with snacks and drinks. "You're gonna be my new boyfriend," she declared playfully, her voice low to tease.

"What?!" you sputtered, your face instantly heating up. "You... you're joking, right?"

At that moment, Masayoshi approached, "Jodi, why'd you close the booth?" She looked up at him, eyes slightly narrowed. "John... I'm leaving you."

His mouth gaped as he struggled to get a sentence out. "W–What? Why?" he asked, his face pale. "I've realised you've never been able to satisfy me. Your cock's so small that all I can really do with you is handjobs. So, I'm leaving you... for my beloved fan, Y/N."

She waved her hand as she brought you close. "Now, if you mind? Me and my dear darling here are going to have some alone time~" she turned to you, her voice low and sultry, her expression hungry. Masayoshi gasped. He couldn't believe it, he'd just been replaced... But look who's on top? You're just glad you're not him right now.

You turned to QuarterJade and captured her lips in a deep and desperate kiss, your tongues intertwined. As he left, she pulled away from the kiss momentarily. "Wait, I wanna try something." She grabbed your hand and lifted you up to stand with her.

Back behind the walls separating the both of you and the rest of the convention, she pushed you against one of the walls, her body crowding against yours. "Now, I know you've been watching my streams for a long while..." she said, her lips close to your ear, "... but which is your favourite game to watch me play, hm?" She reached up, tracing her fingers along your jawline. "If I'm being honest... I love streaming Fortnite the most... I'm not that great, but I think it's fun~"

You smirked. Finally, you could show your favourite streamer the type of love and affection she truly deserved. Not the one some loser was giving her. You leaned in, planting soft and sensual kisses trailing up from her shoulders to her jawline.

"Oh my... Y/N... You're so gentle~ But please, before anything, call me Jodi."

"Jodi..." you whispered, your lips hovering over hers, "I promise, I'll make you feel like you've never felt before."

At those words, Jodi pushed you back against the wall, her lips crashing into yours, her hands reaching for the bottom hem of your shirt. You reciprocated, pulling off her top, revealing her white push–up bra. You cupped her breasts, digging your fingers underneath the bra padding and feeling her nipples harden under your touch.

"Fuck... Jodi... I've always wondered how soft these are... man I just–" you groaned, your voice thick with lust as you plunge your face into her cleavage, taking in her scent and her taste. She moaned, pressing her body against yours. "Oh, Y/N, you're killing me with these slow, gentle moves. I want more."

Jodi reached for your belt, unbuckling it and sliding down your zipper. Her hand went into your pants, reaching for your throbbing cock. You let out a low groan as she wrapped her fingers around you, stroking your shaft.

"Oh my... What a big boy you are... you're so much bigger than John is~" Jodi purred, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck, touch me, Y/N. I need you to touch me."

You unclasped her bra, the straps falling down her arms. She pushed her breasts into your hands, moaning as you squeezed and teased her nipples. Jodi reached for your pants, pulling them down, along with your boxers, exposing your rock–hard cock.

"I need to feel you inside me so bad," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Jodi– I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of these tits..."

You pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her glistening pussy. Jodi spread her legs, inviting you in. You positioned your cock at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. "Please, Y/N, fill me up."

And with that, you thrust into her, your cock stretching her tight walls out. Jodi cried out, her nails digging into your back. "Fuck~! You feel so good, Y/N," she moaned.

You began bucking your hips up into her. Your cock sliding in and out, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the small space. "Jodi... You're so tight, so wet... This must be your first time... How're you liking it?" you grunted, your thrusts growing deeper and faster.

"I feel fucking amazing, Y/N– Don't stop. Lean against the wall, it'll give you more stability–"

Jodi threw her head back, her moans getting louder. "Oh, Y/N... If you keep that pace up– I'm not gonna last very long–"

"Jodi... I don't want to make you cum too soon. I want you to feel everything," you said, slowing down your thrusts. "But I want you to cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name."

Jodi grabbed your cock, guiding it in and out with her own rhythm, "Y/N, fuck me slow... give me that sweet burn..." she moaned, her eyes rolling back. Her walls tightened around your cock as she milked you with each pass.

You felt your own climax building, the need to fill her with your seed growing stronger. "Jodi, I'm close. I'm gonna cum. Tell me you're ready for it, tell me you want me to fill you up," you ordered, your voice thick with lust.

Jodi pulled you closer, "Don't cum, Y/N... Not yet... I want to feel more of you inside me– I want to touch you too..." She reached down and started to fondle your balls, her free hand still gripping your cock, guiding you in and out of her. Your hands grip onto her ass cheeks tighter, making sure to hold her up.

"Fuck, Jodi– you're fucking torturing me–" you moaned, your thrusts growing more erratic. Your balls tightened, the pressure building within you, but you held back, as she commanded.

You felt her tight pussy clench around you, signaling her approaching orgasm. You knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Oh, fuck, Jodi, I'm gonna cum," you warned her, your thrusts becoming erratic. Jodi's moans grew more frantic, her body trembling. "Y/N, fuck... I'm– I'm so close..." she panted.

"Go ahead, cum for me, Jodi– Let me feel you tighten around my cock... Let me hear you scream..." You whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I'm so close. Don't stop, please."

Soon enough, she cried out, her walls clenching around you, as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Y/N– Oh, fuck–!" Jodi cried out, her legs shaking.

As her body clenched, you couldn't help but feel your own cliax approaching. "Damn it– Jodi, I don't know if I can hold on much longer either."

"It's okay, my darling~ Let it out, let it all out, baby~" she moaned, caressing your jawline as she planted a hungry kiss on your lips. She could feel you begin to lose yourself as you neared your edge.

"Yes, Y/N, fill me up... I want it all," she gasped, her body shuddering.

As she spoke, you began thrusting harder, your cock sliding deeper inside her with each pass. Jodi's moans grew louder, her body beginning to shake uncontrollably. The walls of her pussy clenched around you, her orgasm washing over her yet again.

"Y/N! I'm cumming again!!" she screamed, her juices coating your cock as she came. Jodi's body convulsed as she came, her pussy milking your cock. The sensation was too much, you couldn't hang on any longer, you had to empty your load into her.

Feeling her cum around you, you let out a loud groan, your own release flooding her depths. You continued to thrust, emptying every drop of your seed into her, your bodies entwined. Jodi trembled in your arms as you both rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

She collapsed onto your chest, panting heavily. Jodi wrapped her arms around you, her face buried in your chest. "Y/N, that was... incredible," she whispered, still catching her breath.

"Holy fuck... Jodi– I–" before you could continue, she leaned up and silenced you with a loving kiss. "Save it, baby~ Let's do a stream together tomorrow..."

You smiled, changing your grip on her as you brought her into another long series of deep kisses. Finally, you pulled out, the two of you slumping against the wall, panting heavily. "But Jodi... that was truly... unreal–" you managed to say, your hands still cupping her breasts, your fingers tracing her nipples.

"Jodi, I've never felt this way before," you admitted, stroking her hair. "I'm glad I finally got the chance to show you how much I love you."

She collapsed back into your arms, her head resting on your chest. "Y/N, you're my perfect man. I can't believe how amazing you are," she purred, her eyes half–lidded. "Let's go to my house and do it again and again. In a few days we could discuss moving you in with me~"

You smiled, kissing her forehead. "Anything for you, Jodi."

She laughed softly, her hand reaching for your spent cock. "Well, Y/N, I think it's clear John wouldn't've been able to give me what I truly want. Like I said before, you are my new boyfriend," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

You held her close,the two of you, sweaty and satisfied, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. In your arms, Jodi felt safe and loved, while you felt like the luckiest man in the world. This was just the beginning of your newfound love, and the best was yet to come.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, today may not have been a safe day for Jodi. Your little backstage fun may have heavy consequences down the road. But as the two of you were coming down from your orgasmic highs, out of the corner of your eyes, you both spotted Pokimane dragging a fan out of the convention hall. "I wonder what Poki's doing..." Jodi asked before gently placing her head back onto your chest.

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[bwabys-scenarios]

Mother(NSFW)

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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A/N: this is for Mother’s Day! A little late and kind of short, but I hope you enjoy it!

warnings: pregnancy, lactation, breeding, light teasing, biting, reader is described as chubby

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Kurapika smiled softly, holding you in his lap, keeping his hand over your pregnant belly. In this current state, you looked absolutely stunning to him.

You soft, swollen breasts were bare, one of them being lightly massaged with his free hand, and you couldn’t help but whimper when his cock twitched inside of you.

Lately, Kurapika always wanted you seated on his cock as he read or relaxed, wanting that skin to skin contact and closeness that only he could achieve with you. The fact that you were carrying his baby made his heart soar with both lust and adoration.

You were his angel, his beloved, and your belly was heavy and swollen with his child. You carried the life you both made, and all he wanted to do was keep you safe in his arms.

“K-Kurapika, please…”

He looked to you, noticing how warm your cheeks were, and the light squirming. “Hmm? What is it you need, my love?”

“Want you…”

He chuckled, playing with your hair. “And you have me, my beloved. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

You let out a whine, puffing out your chubby cheeks in a pout. “Y-you know what I mean!”

Kurapika’s smile turned into a smirk, his fingers lightly tugging at your nipple. “Hmm? I think you’ll have to tell me, darling. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

With a soft whimper, you rocked your hips, looking up at him with needy, teary eyes. Although your tears tore at his soul, he couldn’t help but tease you a bit further.

“Come on, angel. Tell me what you want, and it’ll be all yours.”

Kurapika gently rubbed at your clit, his breath warm against your neck. It was too much, you could feel your body trembling.

“Please… please fuck me… need it…”

A shudder ran down his spine, his eyes flashing scarlet for just a moment. “All you had to do was ask, love.”

Kurapika grabbed the fat of your hips, slowly guiding them up and down, hitting that special spot that had you mewling out in pleasure.

His mouth latched onto your nipple, suckling softly as he looked up at you. His cock twitched inside of your needy cunt when he saw the expression on your face.

You were lost in pleasure, your eyes teary and blurry as you held him to your chest, wanting him to keep up his suckling. “Please…”

He didn’t have it in him to tease you any further. You just looked way too cute with your baby bump squished against him as he bounced you on his cock.

“Anything for you, angel…”

His free hand groped your other breast, milk spraying out of the nipple in his mouth. Kurapika was surprised, but not upset in the slightest. He looked up at you as he lapped at the milk beading at your swollen nipple, before lightly biting it.

This was enough to send you over the edge, your cunt squeezing his cock just enough to have him cumming deep inside of you.

He groaned into your neck, biting down as he bucked his hips into yours and rode out his high. It felt so nice, the pain mixing with pleasure causing you to cum all over again,

Once you both had calmed down, he smiled at you, his cheeks lightly flushed. “My beautiful girl, are you feeling alright? Nothing hurts?”

You sleepily leaned your head onto his shoulder, feeling content as his cock slowly softened inside of you. “I’m okay…”

He placed a kiss on the bite mark. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then I’ll make dinner while you rest.”

As he carried you to the bath and thoroughly pampered you, he leaned over the tub to kiss your forehead.

“Happy Mother’s Day, my love.”

Your first Mother’s Day was spent being spoiled by your lover, while your child grew in your belly, both of you eager to meet the little bundle of joy.

[teddybeartoji]

imagine laying on top of toji while he's watching some lame sports match or show like an old man and rubbing the stubble forming on his jaw with your hand. he got lazy to shave for one day and it's already like this so ofc you'll get curious!! and it's very relaxing to bother him when there's nothing to do...

"have you ever tried growing a beard out?" and then he'll just answer you with a grunt. something special about him being an old grump i'm going to bite him

NONNIEEEE!!!! TOJI THE OLD MAN TOJI THE GRUMP MY BELOVED!!!!!!! btw i loooooove toji and his stupid old man shows – top gear, two and a half men, prison break, the mentalist (???) etc etc. and aside from the various sports matches, he also loves to watch wwe lmao.

toji absolutely adores when you "annoy" him. his one hand is resting under his head while the other holds the tv remote, and he is doing his Best to not look at you. you look like a pup, staring at him with curious eyes. the prickly feeling of his stubble is making your nose scrunch up every so often and thinks you're just so cute like this. he just grumbles at your questions but you don't mind. you refuse to stop pestering him.

you're tracing your fingers over his earlobes asking whether he'd ever get a piercing; you gently pull at his cheeks, so he's making a funny face and it's so entertaining. you're quite literally using him as a stim toy.

you press an open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his neck and he groans at your antics. but. he cannot hide the smirk that's stretching onto his lips. he drops the remote and moves to squish your cheeks instead. "y'r ridiculous."

"yaluvit." your words are coming out all slurred, his hold on you making it hard to speak properly.

he hums and you feel his whole body vibrate. you melt even further into him. the laugh track plays in the background and he takes his hand from your face. you pucker your lips at him, asking for a kiss with a big grin. but you're just met with a palm against your mouth and now it's your turn to grumble at him.

he's already so smug, proud to be pestering you back. but not for long. because when your warm, wet tongue slides against his palm, he's actually Yelping out. and you use the moment to grab his wrist and stop him from pulling away. sinking your teeth into the side of his hand, he stares at you amusedly.

"are ya a dog?"

"maybe."

there are teeth marks in his skin when you finally let him go and he doesn't waste a second to pinch your side. "behave."

"whatever." you mutter back, your attention back on his cactus-like chin. your soft fingers trail over his skin and he kind of hates to admit that he wants to kiss you stupid right now.

[fastboatsmojito]

my sweet beloved boatie!!!! congrats on 100<3 you're so deserving of it and i hope you get many more!! 💐

i've come for some filth with carl because i'm depraved so here we fuckin go my friend

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight + ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

thank you xoxo -🐁

You’re so sweet :,) thank you !! <33

19 - angry sex in the middle of a fight - from this smutty prompt list! + “you want me quiet? Make me.” from this smutty dialogue list! For my 100 followers party !

| a/n; omg my first Carl req Ever I hope this does him justice 🫡

| cw; 18+ smut btc of course, fem reader (‘good girl’ used once), you’re both kinda dicks but it’s hot so it’s okay <3, smoking, Typical Shameless Shit, porn with a little plot, couch fucking in a house of peacefully sleeping gallaghers, PnV, no mention of condoms (b safe) - shocking I know, he covers your mouth for a bit, implied facefucking at the end whoops, a little brat tamer!Carl if u will >:)

| wc; 466

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

You would’ve admitted you were being a dick if he wasn’t doing the same, his head leaned back against the couch as he huffed out a cloud of smoke he’d usually direct away from you.

You could barely remember how the fight started, focused more on the pissy attitude radiating off of him as you stood with your arms crossed in front of him.

“You just gonna fuckin’ stand there all night?” He scoffed, putting the well finished cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before waving you over to sit with him.

You weren’t exactly happy but he was still Carl, and you figured you could be just as annoyed with him while comfortably sat in his lap.

The unamused expression on his face stayed when you settled into him, though his arms immediately coming around you almost gave his barely scorned attitude away.

“You wanna apologize now?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes - still pissed enough not to kiss him even though the desire was clearly still there.

“Me? What about you?” He retorted, strong arms around you softening as he dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh.

“No fucking way.” You replied, draping your legs over his lap, elbows resting on the arm rest as you leaned away from him.

You didn’t enjoy fighting with him but he didn’t make it hard, especially when you both shared the bad habit of apologizing with actions before words.

—

And that’s exactly how you ended up bent over that same armrest - not the most comfortable position that he was holding you in. You could practically feel him in your stomach like this and the harsh hand clamped around your mouth was only adding to the fire burning within you.

“Apologize quietly.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, moving his hand from your mouth to grip your hair instead. He had zero intention of dealing with the shit he’d get for fucking you in the living room of all places if you woke someone up.

“Make me.” You all but moaned, pouting when he pulled out of you and turned you around to face him, sitting on the same armrest you were just draped over while he meanly squished your cheeks together.

“Can’t call you a good girl if you don’t act like one, can I?” He looked divine like this, furrowed brows only making you want to piss him off more as his eyes bored into you.

He shook your head for you with his hand when you didn’t answer - tsking at you like a bad dog as he walked backwards and guided you to your knees.

“If you can’t even say sorry with that mouth I guess we’ll just have to find some other use for it.”

[hyukaslvr]

strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

<series masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie! smut, oral sex Jungkook makes your squirt, public(?) sex, teasing, pet names; baby, love, bunny, good girl, princess. facesitting, fingering, i think that’s all!

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

you felt breathless as you stared at your ex, the one you’ve been trying to distance yourself away from for months because you have problems. yet, he keeps ending up in front of you looking like he was going to devour you from below. Jungkook would always treat you right, letting you tangle his hair or slap his arms and face when he teases you. he will do anything for you.



“friends? i mean, we could just talk occasionally but i really think you should sit right about now-”

at that, you leaned in, kissing him hard. you tilted your head to kiss him from a better angle, you cupped your favorite cheeks to pull and squish, gasping at the feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist as you make out with him passionately. you practically whine when he pulls away to speak again, your lips chasing after his desperately.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, don’t you understand? you won’t regret being my friend,” you can hear in his tone that he’s playing with you, knowing you guys won’t ever be fine as friends, but you get to fuck this beautiful being below you, who you have hard as a rock below you just from kissing you.

“Jungkook- touch me!” you say, slightly rubbing yourself against his hard on, letting yourself take control as you grab the hair on the back of his head.

“sit on my face, princess, pretend its a pretty throne to get your juices on,”

the sight between your legs should be in a museum, specifically painted with oil pastels to really bring out the glossy shine of Jungkook’s sweaty forehead while he continues to eat you out from below. his hand held tightly around your thighs, not letting your go anywhere but on his tongue fucking deep in you and his nose rubbing your clit over and over again just how you like it. you wanted to scream, rip his hair out of his head between your fingers as you tug on it between every thrust of his tongue.

you grinded down on his tongue and nose, letting yourself feel and deserve everything his pretty mouth was giving you at night at the beach on a blanket from a random car Jungkook picked you up in after sneaking you out of your dorm. how did you get here? you thought as your legs started to tremble, Jungkook feeling your legs squeeze slightly against his head as he moans at the feeling of being squished by your juicy thighs.

“oh fuck!” you whined, throwing your head back as his slaps your tits slightly and his mouth leaves your heat. his face was covered in your juices when you looked down, a glossy smirk appeared on his face as his hands push your legs up and he pushes you back on your back in a smooth movement, “making me scream in the middle of the beach, huh? how fucking cheesy,” you growl, he spreads your legs open hard at your words. he shoves his body between your legs and forces them to hang off his shoulders.

“watch your tone, baby,” he warns, licking around his lips to taste you some more, you whimper at the sight of his swollen lips and his tongue that was just deep inside of you. “what do you want me to do to you, my love? i’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” he says lowly, leaning down into your ear as his hard on presses against your heat once again.

“fingers! use your fingers on me,” you moan out as Jungkook’s hands creep down to the sides of your thighs and squeezes them between his palm. one of his hands slides between your thighs and onto your heat. he doesn’t even bother to mention how wet you were, you feel the slick on your inner thighs. he begins to slide a finger in, curling it up and hitting your sweet spot before pulling back out and adding another.

he does this until 4 of his fingers are fucking into you, he whispers sweet nothings into you ears as you squirm underneath him. you gripped the back of his neck forcing him to come down to your lips, kissing you with passion and lust as he picks up his speed, ramming his finger deep into you in a quick speed.

“you love my fucking long fingers, don’t you? taking them like a good girl, baby. they fit your slutty hole perfectly,” he speaks against your lips, making you shiver as the warm bubbles appear in your stomach again, signaling your release, “you gonna come, baby? i can feel your insides gripping the shit out of my fingers, dirty girl,” he growls as his fingers reach places yours could never in you.

“Jungkook! baby- i can’t-”

“fucking take my fingers, sweetheart, you can fucking do it. come all over them, make me proud as always,” and that did it for you, you gasped for air as all your senses raised as everything tight you were holding released, letting your hips grind against his hand as he moans at the feeling of your insides clenching on his soaked fingers.

“such a dirty mouth,” you shiver in his arms, he holds you with his chin on your top of your head. he hums in agreement and you giggle in response, taking his tattooed hand into yours as your trace the letters on his knuckles.

“after this, we can do whatever you would like starting now on. if you want me, i’m here. if want me to comfort you, i’m here. if you want me away from you, i’ll distance myself. whatever you want, baby, i’m all yours,” Jungkook says, and you know he means it by the way he looks at you, trying to search your eyes to make sure you’re doing okay and understanding him. the things Jungkook will do for you, and only you.

“when will i see you again?” you duck your head into the car window to speak to Jungkook better as the night became morning quicker than expected, car horns can be heard all across the city. he bites his lip ring in thought, you wanted to roll your eyes because youu couldn’t tell if he was acting like he didn’t know his own schedule for the next week.

“you wanna see me that bad again, darling?” he lets go of his ring with a pop from his lips before his mouth curves into a smirk, knowing he has an affect on you. your face flushes, rolling your eyes to try dismissing the fact he made you all flustered, “i don’t think i’m busy this weekend, but maybe i’ll see you around, sweets. maybe i’ll come visit you during my free time,”

“maybe, and- um, thank you. thank you, Jungkook,”

“for what?” even you had to think about it, why were you thanking him? you bit your lip, slipping your head out from the rolled down window, and saying goodbye to Jungkook quickly before it gets any brighter out.

you obviously knew you were being confusing. first, you didn’t want anything to do with Jungkook. then, you have that talk with him. now, you just got home from getting two blissful orgasms taking out of you at a beach in the middle of the night by him. you wanted to process things but you just know you’ve gone too far and too distracted from you mission. your mission to stay away from Jungkook as much as you can.

usually, you would ask what to do after that; especially after he said he would willingly be anything to be around you, even being your friend; a friend that can fuck you, that is.

“i’m going to let things flow the way they should, if something happens it does,” you finish to your therapist, you couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or worried for you by the look on her face. either way, she sat up straight and began to talk.

“what do you want? Jungkook wants to be in your life, just even the slightest. he’s letting you go, ‘hey! back off, no more,’ or he’s letting you openly have sex with him as a ‘friend’,”

“maybe it’s not just about sex! we dated for awhile, it’s hard to let someone go like that,” you ponder, picking at the skin around your nails before your therapist reaches out for your hands.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks again, “the whole reason for no contact was for you to figure out yourself and let yourself heal before you help him with anything. being just friends is even a hard task because he’s still just Jungkook in your eyes. do you think your ready for any of this? i know it’s been 6 months but, are you sure your willing to bring down that wall you built up for yourself in the process of healing?” you now know why people say words can sting like knives, you didn’t even notice the tears prickling down your face until you felt the comfort of your therapists thumbs rubbing the back of your hands.

“i don’t know what i want, all i want is him. i only want Jungkook, there’s no one else for me. he knows me so well,”

“but does he? can he tell like i can tell that you aren’t sure you want this? i think, there’s way more than just Jungkook out there for you. he may have been a big part of your life, but feeling like you can’t handle yourself or your relationship is not worth it, i promise you,”

what does this mean for you? should you just go home and some how manage to contact you beloved ex that you can no longer do this after only a day of doing “this” because of your selfish reasons? but then again, is it really selfish?

no, it’s not. but maybe you’re going to fast.

a/n: ARGHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG😔 i’m so caught up in life and work and school and repeat. i’m trying to write again slowly, i have a couple drafts i wanna post in between episodes so maybe ill have my followers vote for what they want to see next! i love you all, thank you for being so sweet and patient💜

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[sanemistar]

⋅˚₊‧ ᡣ𐭩 mini love rival

contains ★ dad!tanjiro x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship (married with an unnamed son), 0.5k+ wc. ﾉ requested for my milestone event.

event m.list ★ kny m.list

you’re sat on the soft bed in your shared bedroom with tanjiro. you’ve got your sleepy son, who’s a carbon copy of your husband, an exact mini version of him, in your lap. you look at him and you’re reminded once again of your husband. you hug your son while placing loving kisses on his cheek. you chuckle when a string of drool dribbles from the corner of his tiny lips onto your shirt, and a soft smile decorates your face as you look at his peaceful sleeping face.

just then, you hear the sound of jingling keys coming from the front door, which signals the return of your beloved husband.

he gives your forehead a tender kiss as he lays on the bed next to you, his calloused hand rests on your back and begins gently tracing every inch of it. however, you don’t give much of a reaction, your attention is still on your little one. which hurts him a little, you used to immediately turn around and shower him with kisses whenever he touched you.

he doesn't give up though and tries again, this time he gets behind you, both his hands are firmly locked on your waist, hugging you tightly against his chest as he softly nibbles on the crook of your neck, and the most reaction you give is a soft hum.

and it instantly puts him in quite a sulky mood, announcing his defeat.

“i guess i’d just earned myself a mini love rival.” he mumbles against your ear, still sulky over you ignoring him earlier. “i think you’re being stolen away from me.”

you gently place your son on the side, careful not to wake him up from his deep slumber. and finally look at tanjiro, who has a pout on his face. you cup his cheeks in your hands and place a soft peck on his lips.

“jiro, don’t tell me.. are you jealous?” you give his cheeks a squish as you tease him.

“m-maybe.” you watch your husband’s face gradually reddens as he replies shyly, and you laugh at his honesty which you find adorable.

he leaves you momentarily and holds his son, who’s still sleeping so soundly, in his arms.

“don’t think about stealing her from me.” in a quiet tone, tanjiro playfully warns his little one, and you chuckle at how cute and childish your husband is at that moment.

“he’s your son.” you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes meet his wide, dark red ones.

“but you, you’ll always be my first love.” you whisper to him ever so sweetly. and it's true, sure you now have another little one to love. but to you, tanjiro will always be the first man you've ever loved and given your heart to.

he smiles at you affectionately as he softly brushes his nose against yours.

being married to tanjiro means you don’t have only one baby, but two. and you have no complaints about it, really. in fact, you wouldn't want it any other way.

𝜗𝜚 taglist: @sylusdoll @itoshivy @hanaeriin @spkyssn @stunies @17020 @kalsplace

[mono-dot-jpeg]

the best kitty - jingyuan

summary; mimi is just too lovable.

genre/extra tags; i love big cats sm :(, jingyuan is a cat trapped inside a general /j, fluff, comedy, clingy jingyuan my beloved, reader is a certified cat lover, big stretch and big yawn !!! iykyk

[gender neutral! reader] [reader is not trailblazer]

word count; 537

a/n; jingyuan enjoyers everywhere, we all actually love mimi /j i love mimi, i want to see mimi in game, Madge >:( hoyo you cowards show us the big cat and let me pet em

"oh, mimi! hi baby!" you cooed as mimi slowly strides over to you, pushing its head against your leg. it chuffs, greeting you as if you were one of its kin. "you look so happy today!" you soon sit on the ground, petting the oversized cat.

from afar stands a lone general. a general who is more than willing to cuddle with his lover but alas the beauty of his impulse buy is stealing all of your attention.

"ack- mimi, you're so big! you're gonna squish me!" the lazy cat rests on your lap, yawning. "big yawn!" you scratch its chin. mimi stretches its head back. "you're so pretty! love you so much!" you press your face into mimi's fur.

"i'm pretty too." jingyuan whines. he dejectedly crawls over to you and mimi. "what about me?" he pouts, moving to rest his head on mimi's body. he looks at you as he tries to gain your attention.

"mm, i don't know..." you pretend to think. mimi twists its body and gets up, leaving the general on the floor. you snicker, "i think mimi is trying to tell me something. what is it, mimi?" mimi spins two times before settling right by your side and laying down its head on your lap. "i think mimi said no."

"okay but you didn't say no." he sits up, moving closer to you to lean his entire weight on you.

"jingyuan!" you yelp as you're forced to lay on the ground. "stop it! you're heavy!"

"but you don't complain when mimi is laying on you!" he wraps his arms around your waist.

"mimi doesn't try to kill me with its weight!" you push your hands against his chest but this man is more than determined to get all your affection and leave nothing for his competition. "are you really jealous of a cat?"

"yes."

you sigh at his immediate answer. "can we at least lay on the couch or the bed?"

"no mimi?"

"love, mimi is more than big enough to figure out how to open a door. mimi will be breaking in to save me." you feel yourself get carried, wrapping your legs around jingyuan's waist to keep yourself steady. "mimi would never kidnap me like this."

"mimi is too attached to you." he huffed, looking down at the white lion. "i saw them first, they're mine." he sticks his tongue out. the pale lion chuffs, looking up at its petty owner. "don't look at me with them big ol' eyes." mimi chuffs again, butting its head against jingyuan's legs.

"i love mimi a normal amount."

"that's a lie."

"yeah, you're right about that. but i also love you. you really do not need to be getting jealous over a cat. mimi is just an affectionate baby."

"too late. mimi, y/n is mine." he's already running to the bed. mimi follows easily, the young cub slinks its way into the bedroom. "back! back i say!"

"jingyuan." you crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. "i'll give your attention. don't scold mimi."

the white haired male grumbles before getting comfortable in your arms. "i'm supposed to be the one with all the attention, you know..."

"well, it's not my fault my lover bought a lion home. the least i could do is nurture the baby."

"mimi is anything but a baby."

[faun-the-fawn77]

I hope you are still accepting requests but if not then that’s okay but I have this cool idea

okay here me out… what about alastor, Lucifer and Adam and their s/o meeting their fandom counterparts specifically cursed cat alastor, cat luci, and tiny/squished Adam? Just a thought have a good day! 👍😁

"𝙊𝙃 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙍"

Alastor x GN!Sinner!Reader, Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Sinner!Reader, Adam x GN!Angel!Reader

Genre: CRACKFIC

Word Count: 869

Warnings: swearing(it's adam)

Desc: Drabbles of Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam with their s/o(SEPERATE) meeting their fandom counterparts!

Note: Oh my gosh my first request! I hope I did it justice😭

Part 2!

Alastor:

It was a relatively calm day at the hotel. Husk was manning the bar like usual with Angel Dust talking(flirting) his ear off. Charlie and Vaggie were on the couch in the lobby discussing more exercises for Charlie's redemption plan.

Y/N came down into the lobby with a smile on their face. Today was their date with Alastor and they had it all planned out. They hoped nothing would go wrong this day.

They walked further into the room and looked around for their beloved. A scratch at the hotel doors had caught their attention. They made their way over and pulled a knife to make sure it wasn't someone violent. Opening the large door, they looked around outside and saw absolutely nothing. Confused, they go to close the door only for a staticky meow to sound from their feet.

"What the hell?" Looking down, a cat that looked so much like their lover was sitting at their feet, staring at them. Y/N crouched down and slowly put a hand out to the creature. The cat...thing, sniffed their hand and then stood up to run its back along Y/n's palm. Y/N awed silently and began to pet the purring creature.

"And I thought we were going out, my dear!" Alastor's static voice sounded behind them.

Y/N whipped around and stared at her lover with glee. They picked up the creature with care and presented it to their lover.

Alastor, the ever calm demon, looked at the cat then back at his beloved with a twitch in his eye.

"And wherever did you find this...thing?" Alastor backed away from the creature who had hissed at the deer demon. Alastor glared down at the creature and growled lowly.

"It scratched at the door! Oh, can we keep him? Please!?" Y/N held the cat to their chest, cuddling it. Alastor growled again and ripped the cat away from his partner's arms.

"No, we cannot, my dearest! I'm afraid this is..." Alastor trailed off once he caught sight of the tears threatening to stream down Y/N's face. He let out a sigh and gave the clawing cat back to them.

"It cannot sleep on the bed."

Lucifer:

Lucifer was a duck person. Every being in Hell could tell you that much. I mean, the angel created hell ducks specifically for Hell! He had always requested duck themed clothing for his days off and was always found creating the creatures for his daughter.

Today, Lucifer was almost considered a cat person. His lover, Y/N, had shown up to the manor with a wriggling bag at their side. Lucifer was always curious to see what Y/N would bring him on their date days.

"Luci! You will not believe what I had found outside my apartment door this morning!" Y/N held the bag to their chest now, shushing whatever was inside the cloth bag.

Lucifer, the ever curious being that he was, stepped closer towards his partner.

"What is it?" Y/N beamed down at him and opened the bag up. A little white and blonde fluffy head poked from the top. The red eyes of the cat creature looked into Lucifer's own matching red eyes.

Lucifer could've fainted right then and there. A cat that just so happened to look exactly like him had shown up at his lover's apartment?

"Isn't he cute? He looks just like you! Oh, can I keep him?" Y/N was grinning down at the purring cat and petting its fluffy head.

Lucifer hesitated before giving in. I mean, a cat can't replace him...can it?

Adam:

"What the fuck is that?"

Adam just wanted a nice day with his beloved partner, Y/N. Training the new exorcists was hard work and having to deal with the constant nagging from both Lute and Sera really put a stain on his mood.

When he had arrived at his partner's apartment, he was expecting to be greeted with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. What he didn't expect was for his partner to open the door quietly and rocking a...tiny squished version of him, in their arms.

Adam was both confused and annoyed. I mean, he's glad that his lover actually loves him enough to take care of this version of him but he's annoyed that the thing is taking all of their attention away from him.

"Put it to bed or some shit. I came here to cuddle and have my partner's attention on me," Adam pouted. He crossed his arms and huffed childishly when Y/N shushed him for being too loud.

The tiny Adam had woken up and stretched out in Y/N's arms. It blinked a couple times before its gaze had landed on the giant Adam. It giggled then smirked before trying to wrap its tiny arms around Y/N's neck.

"Awe, he loves me! Adam! Can we keep him?" Adam was going to protest until he caught sight of the parental look that his partner was giving the tiny version of him. He could melt at the sight of such sweetness.

"Fine! But you're taking care of it!"

OMG I LOVED THIS!!! Tiny Adam is my fav and I love him to death.

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[starlitiris]

Hi, I wanted to say I adore your writing!! You don't have to do this request if you don't want to, but I'd love to hear your headcannons for how the troupe (or specifically Uvo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark) react to an s/o that likes to give them love bites♡ (Not sexually, just affectionate biting!)

I sincerely apologize for being months late to this holy shit, I had a lot of shit going on right after i got this ask and i was just tired and OUGH but here it is

I hope my goofy ass writing makes up for the wait </3 and I hope I didn’t make them too out of character 😭 been a minute since I wrote for hxh

And ty for enjoying my writing i’m very glad that you do!!!

If anyone wants me to do this for other hxh characters, phantom troupe or otherwise, LMK!!! I’d love to give that a shot >:)

Love Bites! (Phantom Troupe Headcanons)

Shalnark

- I can imagine you and Shal are cuddling on the couch in the home you share

- He has an arm around you, holding you close while he scrolls through whatever on his phone

- You don’t know what he’s looking at. Nor do you care. You want attention.

- You gently grab the hand that’s on you and CHOMP

- Well. It’s not really a CHOMP. It’s just a little nibble.

- “Huh?-“ He looks at you.

- He looks befuddled.

- But then he smiles!

- Intrigued and amused, he asks: “What are you doing?”

- “You’re not paying attention to me, so I’m making you,” you tell him with a devious little smirk

- “Oh, really?” The amusement in his expression morphs into something much more mischievous.

- “Uh huh,” you say before biting his fingers again, a little harder this time

- “Hey!” He shouts through a giggle

- He grabs one of your hands and bites YOU. Not any harder than you bit him, though. He wouldn’t wanna hurt his beloved <3

- You squeal and try to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let you.

- He keeps nipping at you while you giggle and screech at him to stop

- Eventually he tackles onto your back on the couch

- He squishes your sides attacks your shoulder, neck and ear with playful nibbles

- “SHAL!” You laugh. “S-STOP IT!!”

- “What? I’m giving you attention now, isn’t this what you wanted?” He retorts before resuming his attack

- I’m sorry, Reader. You lost this battle.

Pakunoda

- Arghh your girlfriend/fiancée/wife is so pretty

- You adore her so much. Sooo so much that you cannot put it into words

- You can put it into actions, though!

- With the utmost love and care, you lift her hand to your face, kiss the back of her hand, and very very gently nibble on her dainty wrist.

- She makes a small noise indicating she was caught off guard, and she looks at you with a look of befuddlement

- “What on earth are you doing?” She asks

- You remove her wrist from your teeth and look up at her with a sweet lil smile. “Biting you.”

- “Why?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

- “Because I love you.”

- She stares

- And blinks

- Then smiles, emitting a chuckle

- “You are strange,” she tells you.

- “Does this bother you?” You ask, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

- “Not at all, my love.”

- You grin and gently nibble at her wrist again.

- Strange as you may be, she finds you adorable.

- This will become a common occurrence.

Uvogin

- You and Uvo are having a picnic date!! Cute!!

- Right now you’re listening to him ramble on about a recent job he had

- He retells his favorite moments from the adventure enthusiastically

- You love watching him get enthusiastic and passionate about things. Even if it is, uh… theft and murder sometimes. But you find it charming!

- “-Anyway, you should’ve been there. It was the most fun I had on a job in a while!” He finishes his story and takes a big ol’ bite from his sandwich.

- An idea strikes you. Muhaha

- “Hey Uvo, gimme your hand,” you tell him, reaching out your own two hands to hold his massive one

- “Huh? Why?”

- “Just gimme. Give.”

- He gives you a questioning look before complying and giving his hand to you.

- You grab it, pull it closer to you and chomp one of his fingies

- You don’t bother with being gentle. The man has iron skin, you could probably bite him as hard as possible and it would barely tickle

- Uvogin snorts. “What the hell are you doing?”

- You let go. “What’s it look like?”

- “Why are you biting me?” He grins, finding your goofy ass to be very cute and charming as always.

- “Cause I wanna!” You bite him again.

- “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He lets you gnaw away at his hand and continues eating his sandwich.

- He snickers when you literally say “grr” as you’re biting him.

- He loves you. He loves you and all your quirks.

Sorry if this was too short but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🕺

[mellowsadistic]

The Flower Girl - Part 4

Grace sat on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her, playing with her Barbie dolls. Her once sleek, elegant blonde hair was tied up in a pair of scruffy pigtails. She wore a bib over her bare breasts; it was splattered with baby food, and a fair amount was still smeared around her mouth and chin. Her trim, tight tummy was gone – she didn’t get much exercise anymore, and the rich creamy bottles of formula she constantly drank ensured that her belly had a permanent layer of baby fat. Her thick disposable diaper bulged between her legs, clearly soaked to the brim, and there was a strong potty smell surrounding her that let anyone who came close know that she’d pooped her pants. It was how little Gracie spend most of her days.

After the worst day of her life, Grace had spent a couple of weeks back with her mother while Jessica and Rob went on their honeymoon. Two weeks of having her own mother treat her like she was an overgrown two-year-old, feeding her and bathing her and wiping her butt for her, and talking at length about how lucky they were that Jessica had put Grace ‘in her rightful place’.

But things were even worse once Jessica got back. Grace was her little girl now, a plaything to tease and taunt however she wanted, a witness to her victory. Jessica gave her all sorts of ridiculous tasks to do, and Gracie did every one of them with a dumb grin on her face – wiggling her butt and singing along to The Wheels on the Bus, playing tea-parties with her stuffed animals, seeing just how much of a mess she could make of herself during mealtimes in her highchair.

Grace looked up from her Barbies and took in the living room. There were lots of new pictures up on the shelves. Pictures of Jessica and Rob looking radiant together as they held hands and kissed on their wedding day. And of course, pictures of her. Pictures of her sucking her toes in the middle of a nappy change. Pictures of her making silly faces at the camera. And, in pride of place above the mantlepiece, a picture of her in her flower girl dress, squatting down in the middle of the aisle, making a messy diaper on what should have been her special day.

After she’d spent a few more weeks as a helpless passenger in her own body, squishing around in poopy pants, giggling along to baby shows, and getting her butt spanked for misbehaviour, Jessica had finally deigned to tell her how she’d stripped away her adulthood and autonomy and turned all her family and friends, including her beloved Rob, into her beaming accomplices – not that knowing did her much good. I’m a witch, you silly slut. All it took was a little spell to make your body act like a dumb toddler while keeping your mind trapped inside. I want you to know you’re being punished, after all. Then I cast another spell on all your wedding guests to make them think that I’m the one who ought to be marrying Rob, and that being my well-disciplined daughter is exactly what you deserve. Even your own mother thinks so! The only difficulty was this kind of magic requires eye contact, so it was easiest to wait until the ceremony when everyone closest to you was gathered in one place, and I could work my spell on them all at once. Besides, it was so much more fun to take Rob away from you right at the last moment!

Suddenly, Grace heard a noise at the front door, the turning of a key in the lock. “Dada!” she squealed, getting to her feet and toddling over to the man who should have been her husband, her bare breasts wobbling about ludicrously and her nappy crinkling loudly with every step.

“Hi princess!” said Rob, ruffling his ex-fiancée’s hair. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Peeyew! I think someone’s done a stinky!”

“I’m a stupid, stinky wittle giwl!” Gracie said proudly.

Rob chuckled and pulled her in for a cuddle. “Daddy loves you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Even if you are just a stinky little girl who’s too stupid for potty training.”

He kissed her on the forehead and Grace felt a pleasant tingling run through her body. Rob still loved her. Grace supposed she should be grateful for that – even if it was as a Daddy instead of as a husband.

No! She couldn’t start thinking like that. She was going to break whatever hold Jessica had over her and Rob! She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this!

“Hi Rob!” came Jessica’s voice. “Did you have a good day at work?” She swept down the stairs and rushed over to him, flashing a smirk at Grace before cupping a hand to her husband’s cheek and kissing him passionately.

Gracie giggled happily at the sight of her Mummy and Daddy’s affection for each other, but inside she was boiling with anger. That bitch needed to get her tongue out of Rob’s mouth right now, or else… or else…

Or else what? she asked herself bitterly. She’d blow a raspberry at her? Stomp her feet and throw a tantrum? Make an even bigger mess in her diaper for her to clean up?

Jessica pressed her body against Rob’s, and Grace saw Rob’s hand move down her back to squeeze her ass. Jessica moaned into his mouth.

“What about Gracie?” Rob asked, breaking off the kiss momentarily. “She needs changing.”

“She can wait,” Jessica said. “Some time in a messy nappy will help her learn her place.”

“You’re too harsh on her sometimes.”

“She has to learn she’s not a grown-up anymore,” Jessica said firmly. “She’s nothing but a silly, smelly baby now, no matter how big her tits are. She’s never going to be an adult again, so she might as well get used to poopy pants.”

Rob nodded and went back to kissing his wife.

Grace wanted to scream and cry, but instead she just pouted – as if her life being ruined forever was some mild annoyance to her, on par with having to take a nap or go and sit in time-out.

“Still,” said Jessica, breaking off the kiss again, “we don’t want her ruining the mood with her stinky Pampers.” She turned to grin maliciously at Grace, who was still standing there watching, sucking one of her fingers. “Bedtime for you, potty-pants.”

“But Mama!” Grace heard herself whining. “It’s only 6 o’ clock!”

Jessica flashed her a stern look, and Grace felt her diaper warming as she peed herself out of fear. Little Gracie didn’t want Mummy to turn her tushy red again.

Hating how pathetic Jessica had made her, she whimpered and turned around, waddling off dejectedly to her nursery. She climbed into her crib, clutching half a dozen stuffed animals to her, and lay her head down on her pillow, trying to ignore the disgusting mess in her nappy and fall asleep while the sounds of Jessica and Rob’s passionate sex echoed through the house.

Grace sobbed on the inside, the realisation finally dawning on her that Jessica had won. Her adult privileges had been revoked forever, all because of a jealous woman’s grudge, and she’d just have to get used to her new life as a stupid, big-titted baby. There was nothing else she could do. Grace felt her thumb slip between her lips as she drifted off to sleep in her loaded diaper, hoping that she’d get to dream about a life where she’d been the one to marry Rob, or at the very least, where she was allowed to go potty somewhere that wasn’t in her pants.

The End

***

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[bk-4-trash-fire]

You know what time it is

SAGAU TIME

And as promised

STRAY THEMED

make sure to not spam my account please I don't want to block you

This will be if I'm deciding rn in two parts or more

This one is for the cat reader one, and the other will be the robot reader

Take this as a gift for 200 followers

BUT BACK TO THE CAT

For the sake of this, I will make a scene [story if you can call it that] of this idea.

Today is a beautiful day for you.

The sun is gleaming on your fur as you take your 5th nap of the day.

Ever since you released the world of robots from their dark sky prison, things have never been better.

Your friend momo was more than excited to see the world beyond the walls

You, on the other hand, like to stay and play around not really giving a fuck

Until a random person picks you up

That person being zhongli

An hour before this, Zhongli had thought he had cracked the code and could finally meet his beloved creator

Having the ritual set up, he was fully certain that this would work

Will he see a realm beyond his very imagination?

Will he see the true form of his creator?

WILL HE FINNALY SEE HOW CREATION IS DONE

.....I mean......technically he did..

What zhongli definitely didn't expect the world of the creator to be so.....

Trashy...

Buildings old and worn down

Some look like they are hanging by a thread

The floors are cracked, and with trash or rubble sprinkled around

The people here are just as weird

Mechanical metal robots walking around

Seemingly not noticing that their world looks like it took a bomb to the face

Just simply doing everyday activities

Laundry

A nice walk

A drink or two at a bar

AH, focus, remember why we are here..

The creator

That aura is unmistakable

Just keep following it, and you'll finally be content with-

Why the fuck is there a cat here?

This has to be a joke.

The ancient scripts say the creator is large, intimidating, and intelligent,

THIS IS JUST A CAT

Back to the present, zhongli is very confused more concerned about what he is looking at

This cat is his creator....

H O W ?

Back with the cat, you are just as confused about what's happening

Why is lizard man here?

And why is he squishing your face?

Let go of me, you peasant!

As you try and wiggle your way out of zhongli's grasp, he silently laughs as his creator looks like a golden caterpillar

When he finally releases you, he sighs and sits in a nearby chair, obviously confused of your form

"How can a cat be running an entire world?" The old man asks himself

You respond by bringing a crystal ball out of your back

The lizard man sees something extraordinary

Teyvat is within this ball!

Is this how you overlook them?

Then you start batting it around like a ball of yarn

Right, you are still a cat

The creator of teyvat is cat

This man needs a break

Let me know if you want more of this shit or not

Cuz i have an idea on wear to lead this

But I'm not a good writer so IDK

Hope yall have a good day :]

[sapphire-writes]

Daylight ~ Down In Flames

pairing: Aegon x Reader, Aegon x DIF!Reader

summary: Aegon struggles to adjust after the events of Down In Flames.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: she/her pronouns, language, substance use, references around recovery, relapse (alcoholism).

note: this was so fun to revisit and explore DIF!Aegon my beloved! remember this guy? Well here he is! Enjoy loves!

“Fuck, stop stop!” Aegon says, tearing the headphones from his ears.

Helaena frowns at him from her spot outside the recording booth. Her silver hair has been plaited down her back, silver mirror ball earrings catching the light as she looks up. She presses the intercom and speaks into the mic.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, rubbing her temple.

“It just….shit,” Aegon says, running a hand through his hair, “It feels weird…like I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack or something.”

Aegon’s never sung sober. 

He is approaching his year mark this time around. The longest he’d ever gone. Helaena won’t let him forget. She’s always been the most supportive; that’s why Aegon agreed to this in the first place.

“It’s a part of recovery,” Helaena had told him, the first time he’d relapsed. 

Three months out of treatment. He’d never felt lower. Of course, with Helaena’s help he’d gotten right back on the wagon. Alicent had made a few calls and he was back in detox. You need to find different ways of coping with stress. Stress. Yeah. That was it. 

In and out. Up and down. In and out. 

But that was then and this was now. He was tired of feeling this way.

“Take five,” Helaena tells him, giving him an encouraging nod. 

Aegon breathes deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezes his eyes shut. He can hear Helaena enter the booth, moments before her hands wrap around him, embracing him in a tight hug. Her face squished against his back, nose pressing in between his shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry,” Aegon says, voice thick with emotion. He can feel the tears gathering behind his eyes and he refuses to open them, “I didn’t think-”

“It’s alright,” Helaena murmurs, releasing him and rubbing a comforting hand across his back, “Don’t you dare apologize to me.”

Aegon bites his tongue, nearly wanting to apologize yet again. 

There was nothing like Aegon and Helaena singing together. Their voices complimented each other perfectly. It was one of the reasons Dracarys became so huge. One of the reasons Aegon agreed to record with Helaena again. There was no coming back for the band; after everything went down in flames nearly two years ago, Aegon had hung up his microphone for good. 

But when Helaena tentatively broached the subject of re-recording one of the first songs they’d performed for a limited release, it was hard to refuse her. And though Aegon hated to admit it, he missed making music. He had been forced into it by his grandfather when he was a child, and though there were rarely any happy memories surrounding his music, there was still some familiar comfort. 

Aegon always craved a drink when he sang. Lyrics and liquor leave the same cloying aftertaste in his mouth. He sighs, breathing heavily as Helaena rests against him.

“I know you’re trying to be kind,” she murmurs, still rubbing circles on his back, “But you really don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” Aegon insists, “Just- just give me a minute.”

Helaena nods, pulling away from him. She moves across the small booth, the wide arms of her green shirt ghosting behind her as she does. 

“I’m going to grab us some lunch,” she tells him, “What d’you want?”

“Whatever you’re having,” Aegon grumbles, sitting on the provided stool.

“Doubt you want a harvest bowl,” Helaena says, cocking an eyebrow at him. Aegon groans. 

“Would it kill you to eat something other than rabbit food?” Aegon teases, rubbing his eyes and cracking a small smile.

“A burger it is then,” Helaena says, leaving the room. 

Aegon sighs, removing the headphones from his neck and letting them rest on the microphone in front of him. He glances over at the instruments. The guitar, the bass, the drumset. Ghosts that won’t disappear. 

The door creaks open and Aegon turns, surprised at how quickly Helaena has returned. She’s got a terrible habit of never leaving a room with everything she came in with. Helaena leaves a trail of breadcrumbs wherever she goes, her belongings strewn about every room she enters.  

“Forget your keys?” he calls but is greeted by someone who is not his sister.

A girl stands, wide-eyed, holding a stack of papers in her arms and a camera bag slung across her shoulder. She’s pretty. Very pretty, Aegon notes to himself. 

“Sorry,” she says, looking sheepishly toward the floor, “We’ve got this space reserved for half past three.”

Aegon glances at his watch. Shit. He’d wasted Helaena’s afternoon.

“Right,” he says, hurrying to gather himself, “Sorry.”

“It’s no problem,” she says, smiling politely. 

Aegon moves to exit just as she enters, and they get stuck in an awkward dance trying to let the other pass. She chuckles nervously, the sound ringing in Aegon’s head like bells. Like music. 

He pauses as she squeezes by him, watching her drop her things and take out her camera. 

“You a musician?” Aegon asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Gods no,” she says, checking the settings of her camera, “Just a photographer. You know The Iron Fleet?” 

Aegon nods, recognizing the name of the rising heavy metal band. They’re good, very good. A little rowdy from what he’s seen splashed across the tabloids, but who is he to judge?

“They’re my next shoot. Wanted some shots in the studio,” she tells him, glancing up. She tells him her name, though Aegon is a bit distracted by her eyes; bright and framed with long lashes. 

“I’m-”

“I know who you are,” she interrupts, before pressing her lips together tightly and shaking her head, “Sorry, that was rude. I just- I knew Dracarys that’s all.”

“Oh,” Aegon says, feeling his face burn with embarrassment, “You don’t have the best impression of me then.”

“Not the worst either,” she tells him, flashing a crooked smile. 

You don’t even know the worst of it, Aegon thinks to himself. There it is again, forming in his stomach, that feeling of guilt. The wave of regret grows so big it threatens to drown him completely if he allows it. He swallows the lump forming in his throat. 

She seems to notice his discomfort and glances away, back down at her camera.

“Do you want to see something?” she asks, beckoning him forward with a nod of her head.

Aegon walks over slowly, his hands in his pockets. He’s feeling anxious now, and if his hands aren’t balled into tight fists he’ll bite his fingernails until they bleed. 

“This was a few nights ago,” she says, showing him a photo of the lead singer of The Iron Fleet, mid-smashing his guitar to pieces onstage.

“Seven hells,” he murmurs, leaning closer to see, “That’s a great shot.”

“Thanks! Thought a shard of guitar was going to take my eye out,” she says with a chuckle, “But I got it! Firefly Weekly paid my rent for that shot.”

Aegon raises an eyebrow, “Impressive.”

“Cheers,” she answers, “What were you up to?”

“Oh I was…it was nothing,” Aegon says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hmm,” she says, “Were you singing?”

“Trying to, I suppose,” Aegon answers, “It’s been…” Fuck. How does he even begin to explain this to a stranger? A pretty stranger nonetheless. “It’s been a while.”

Aegon never used to struggle talking to women. Charming them. Seducing them into bed with him. It was like a game almost, that’s how easy it was. Collecting them like charms on a bracelet. The past swirls down the drain in his mind much like his old stash of booze. It’s a whole new ballgame now. And it’s been fucking hard to learn the rules.

“Yeah,” she agrees, as if she knows exactly what he’s talking about, “I’m glad you’re doing better.”

“Thank you,” he says, meaning it completely. He doesn’t know what he’s done to win her kindness, but he appreciates it.

The studio doors open and the members of The Iron Fleet begin to pour in. Aegon smiles awkwardly, shuffling backward toward the door. He’ll wait for Helaena outside. 

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” the girl calls, just as he’s slipping out the door.

Aegon pauses, looking back at her.

“Yeah,” he answers, “I’ll see you around.”

“Do you ever sing?” Aegon says, sitting and pulling the guitar onto his lap.

She moves to join him, sitting on the stool in front of him. They’ve been playing this game for a while now, running into each other at the studio. Each day, Aegon sings a little more; the music coming back to life within him. 

“A little bit,” she admits, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink, “Just for fun though, nothing serious. I’m not a musician.” 

Aegon snorts, dismissing her put-down. He reaches for his notebook and licks his thumb, flipping through the pages. 

“I bet you sound lovely. Here,” he murmurs, finding the page he was looking for.

She takes it from his hand, reading the chicken scratch handwriting as he begins to strum a few chords. Aegon’s hands are steady as he plays. The guitar is an extra limb, the sweet sound of music filling the booth. He nods, encouraging her. She straightens, clearing her throat, eyes scanning the page before she begins. 

There’s a monster in my bedroom

A beast beneath the boards 

He comes out when I am lonely 

Summoned by the chords-

That I play on my guitar in the silence of my room

Empty bottle 

Bad decisions

Anger taken out on you

She pauses, looking up at him. Aegon nods to continue, still strumming his guitar. He remembers writing it. He remembers everything. She clears her throat. 

Here it comes, the burden on my brow

It lies heavy, it is weighted

My bed becomes my shroud

Here I’ll lie, for the rest of my days

Withering and rotted 

Ivory flesh turns to gray 

She stops as Aegon finishes, meeting her eyes.

“It’s very sad,” she comments, “Beautiful, really, but terribly sad.”

“That’s one of mine,” Aegon says, bringing his thumb to his mouth, and chewing on the skin. A nervous habit. 

“I didn’t know you wrote,” she says.

“Helaena usually,” he comments, watching her hands hold the notebook, “But yeah.”

“It’s good,” she tells him, handing him his notebook, “Really good, Aegon. You have a gift.”

“It’s been wasted,” he says with a dark chuckle.

“Not entirely,” she tells him, and he meets her eyes once more, “Life is full of second chances.”

“You sing beautifully,” Aegon compliments, not so subtly trying to get the attention off of him, “You sure you’re not in a band?”

She laughs, amusement evident in her eyes. 

“You’re trying to distract me,” she teases.

“You’re starting to know me well,” he tells her, feeling his chest tighten with longing.

He’s been struggling with women ever since….well ever since his last relationship. He was in such a bad place, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Ever since then, ever since fully understanding how he treated his last partner. Well, Aegon doesn’t know if he’s even worthy of love anymore.

Ever since then.

Ever since her.

“Your thoughts are loud, Mr. Tortured Artist,” she teases, tearing him from his thoughts.

He blinks, giving her a cheeky grin. 

“Sorry. Just reminiscing,” he says softly.

“About what?” 

“A different life,” he tells her, “A different me.”

“I like this Aegon,” she tells him, smiling softly. 

“They’re one and the same, I’m afraid.”

“Yes,” she agrees, “But this one knows something the other doesn’t.”

Aegon’s eyebrows knit together and he looks at her curiously.

“What’s that?”

“Things will get better.”

Aegon chuckles, “Still not completely sure that’s true.”

They sit in silence once more. It’s not uncomfortable, and Aegon doesn’t shy away from her gaze. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks. 

It. No, not it. 

Her. 

Aegon swallows. Therapy, AA, group. They’ve all heard it. Everyone has. And each time it’s like opening a wound that never properly healed. 

“Maybe another time,” he suggests, and she nods in agreement.

“Shall I sing another Aegon original?” she teases, flipping through the pages. Her eyebrows scrunch together, “What is The Pink Dread?”

“You’ve ruined it- oh my gods-”

Aegon freezes, hands leaving the computer as he holds them above his head, eyes wide.

“Shit, really? No, you’re joking shit!” Aegon says, panicking.

She laughs, swatting his shoulder as he sits frozen.

“I’m kidding, idiot, but you’ve completely fucked the color correction,” she informs him, tilting the laptop towards herself and correcting his mistake.

“This is complicated,” Aegon tells her and she hums in response.

“You’re just thick.”

“Rude!”

Aegon watches her as she snickers, fiddling with the computer until the image looks better. Aegon purses his lips. Perhaps she had a point, it looks a lot better now. 

“We should get out of the studio,” Aegon suggests. 

She’s clicking through different photos on her laptop as he says this, munching on leftover french fries from the takeout Aegon had brought her. He knew she was working on editing some photos, and while he and Helaena didn’t have plans to record, he stopped by anyway. It was becoming somewhat of a routine. 

She turns her head, raising an eyebrow at him. “And go where?”

“Somewhere,” Aegon says, leaning back in his chair, “I want my picture taken.”

She smiles at him endearingly. She’s grown rather fond of their afternoons together. Aegon is easy to be around, there are no awkward or forced moments between them. It’s natural. Carefree. 

“Oh do you now?” she says with a giggle. 

When she laughs, Aegon can’t help but smile. He leans forward, resting his chin in the palms of his hands.

“Can you do one like those weird baby pictures? Where their bodies are all swaddled up and their heads look massive.”

She laughs again and Aegon swears he feels his heart grow in size. His smile widens as she shakes her head, taking a sip of water. 

“A portrait then?” she asks, closing her laptop, “Just you?” 

“If you’ll have me,” Aegon says, before an idea pops into his head, “Actually, I have someone else who would love to be a model.”

“Sunfyre down!” Aegon yells, just as his energetic golden tackles her to the ground, “Shit- oh shit sorry he’s excited!”

But she’s laughing hysterically as Sunfyre licks her cheeks, his tail wagging furiously as her arms wrap around him. They’d chosen a nearby park for the shoot; she’d been confident that the changing colors of the autumn leaves would be the perfect backdrop.

“It’s okay!” she giggles, turning her head away from the dog’s tongue, “Such a good by Sunfyre!”

“He’s a brute,” Aegon argues as Sunfyre seats himself in her lap on the ground, “Oh c’mon you’re not a fucking lapdog-” Sunfyre barks at the comment, smiling up at his owner.

She’s laughing all the while, legs crushed by the happy golden. “Really, it’s alright Egg-”

Aegon squats next to them, patting Sunfyre’s head. 

“My sister calls me that,” he says, cheeks slightly flushed. She’s still giggling, laughter pouring from her lips like music. 

“Sorry, just slipped out-”

“No no, shit! That wasn’t--I wasn’t,” he sighs, shaking his head, “I like it.”

Sunfyre is panting between them as they lock eyes. She smiles at Aegon, warmth creeping onto her cheeks. Aegon’s cheeks are pink from the cold autumn air, and the tip of his nose is as well. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, grinning, “Now, let’s get some of those photos, yeah?”

It takes a while, Sunfyre is not the most patient model, but eventually, she gets some photos of the two of them. 

“There,” she says, showing him as they sit next to one another on a bench. Sunfyre lays on a bed of orange and red leaves, eyes closed, “You’ve got your holiday card for this year sorted. Make sure to send me one.”

“Course,” Aegon says, his knee bouncing nervously, “Thank you, for real. This was…fun.”

She smiles at him, “Yeah, I had fun too.”  

Aegon’s stomach flips pleasantly as she smiles at him. 

“I’ve got this family thing coming up. I was just ... .I was wondering…..Would you maybe like to be my date?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Aegon Targaryen,” she says, smirking slightly, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean, you could come as my friend,” he hurries his answer, nervous he’s made a mistake, “That’s alright too, I just like hanging out with you and your company would be great.” He’s rambling he can tell, gods he’s so fucking nervous. “And my family is fucking nuts. Like not crazy how everyone says haha my family is crazy, like actually crazy.” Shit. Shit, he’s not selling it, her eyes are wide, oh gods she’s regretting ever meeting-- “Um, I mean they’re not….I’m not..”

“Egg,” she says softly, placing her hand over his, stopping his knee from vigorously bouncing, “I’d love to be your date.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sighing in relief, “You mean it?”

She smiles, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his. It’s soft, it’s sweet, and it sends Aegon’s heart racing. He brings a hand to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss. 

When she pulls away, they’re both smiling shyly at one another. The hand that rested on his remains, and she laced her fingers through his.

“So,” she says, breaking the silence, “What kind of family gathering? Should I be prepared for blood rituals and sacrifices?”

Aegon barks out a laugh.

“Hardly,” he says, squeezing her hand, “It’s nothing too exciting. My kid brother’s engagement party.”

“That’s wonderful,” she says, “A wedding, how exciting! You must be so happy for him.”

Aegon smiles, lost in thought, taking a moment before he answers. The past couple of years flash through his mind; faded memories.

“Yeah,” he says smiling fondly, “I really am.”

note: oh me oh my.....an engagement party oneshot in the future perhaps? 🤔 hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane!

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[be3per]

needy satoru drabbles bc i haven’t written in a while…

needy baby.. smut :3

fem.reader x satoru gojo

synopsis: your beloved boyfriend is on a mission and misses you. a lot. he has lots of images of you in his head and finds himself in an alleyway, getting off to you while he sends you a voice mail.. before coming home and fucking you for real.

includes: swearing, pet names (baby, MY pretty), masturbating.. in an alleyway, fingering, p in v, pussy eating, NEEDY GOJOOO (frothing rn), aftercare :3, scars from missions, fluff at the end !!

enjoy! 💗

needy!satoru who misses you deeply. i mean.. he always does. but this mission was going to be for 3 days and he couldn’t stand being away from you. his head drifts off to your soft body, his hands desperately needing to squish your tummy and soft thighs while you play with his hair and his head was in between the valley of your breasts, listening to your heart. he loves soft moments with you.. but feels angry when he isn’t with you. frustrated… and his cock knew since his anger goes down to his hardening length, along with the thoughts turning dirty. the sounds of your pretty moans, tugging on his hair. your delicate touches with you cup his cheek or when you push down on his abs. your eyes roaming all over his body while he does the same. the taste of you.. how you feel. he couldn’t stand it. so he decided to show you how much he missed you.

needy!satoru who sends you voice messages during said mission of his breathy gasps and moans while he jerks himself off to the thought of you in an alleyway. this man is whining, even crying out for you. he couldn’t handle being away from you, even if tomorrow he was going to come back from his mission. he just wanted you. “babyyyy.. fuck.. i miss you and your pretty cunt so bad.. ughhh.. this is t-torture!”

needy!satoru who whines about him about to cum, needily babbling into the phone. “can i cum? o-oh.. please baby.. i need you.. to let me c-cum..—!” and he groans loudly when he does, sticky globs of white covering his hand as his head droops low. his legs felt wobbly but he remained standing, the sight of your smile in his head as he slowly lets go of his softening cock and ends the message with a babbled, “i wished.. it was your hands getting me off— nnhgg.. i love you, baby. i-i’ll be home soon.” his breathy pants echoed in the alleyway as he lets out a ‘tsk’ and a mumble “ugh.. how will i clean up t-this mess?”

needy!satoru who immediately barges through the door as soon as he makes it home, running to the bedroom in search of you. coincidentally, you were already knuckle deep in your pretty wet pussy, phone to your ear and listening to satoru’s moans from the voice message he sent you yesterday. his pupils blown wide as he shut the door with his foot, making his way over to you and turning your phone off and throwing it across the room, mumbling something about ‘buying you a new one’.

needy!satoru who’s face goes down to your pretty cunt, a hand intertwined with yours as he slowly licks your slick. he groans in pleasure as he tasted you on his tongue, immediately moving to go messy on that lewd and squelching pussy. your back arched in pleasure as your free hand gripped on those soft white locks, his mouth sucking on your pretty clit as your hips rocked up and down on his mouth to reach your high. “oh.. baby you taste so— mhhppff! …so good..”

needy!satoru who plunges two long, slender fingers into your needy slit. he’s surprised to see it enter you without struggle but it lasts short as he immediately starts to finger you quicker than normal.. like an animal. he quickly finds your sweet spot, hitting it over and over as his lips kiss and suck all over your inner thighs and quivering pussy. you cry out his name as you cum all over his pretty face, satoru licking and swallowing it all up without wasting a drop in return.

needy!satoru who had his pants down already as soon as his lips made contact with your pussy. he was humping the mattress so furiously that he didn’t care if he got carpet burn from how animalistic his hips bucked into the soft fabric. his cock was throbbing, veins prominent and bulging out as his angry red tip leaked out precum all over the sheets. he was so damn pent up.. the sounds of your pussy and moans not helping. “baby.. fuck.. ohmygod— so.. so—“

needy!satoru who came as soon as you did all over his face, a loud groan leaving his lips and sending the vibrations up your pussy to the tip of your spine. his cum stained the sheets, slowly dripping down the length of his cock and down to the hardwood floor. “fuck.. made me such a mess, pretty.” he groaned, smirking as he stood up. your juices was dripping down his chin and he wiped it with the back of his hand, letting go of your hand and flipping you over to your stomach. “i— i’m not done yet.”

needy!satoru who wastes no time to plunge his— somehow still hard— dick into that pretty cunt. he watched as it enters with ease, an embarrassingly loud squelch followed with a loud moan leaving your lips making his dick twitch inside you. his hands immediately go to your hips, letting you get comfortable before thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. he panted heavily, mumbling something about filling you up and saying how ‘you’d look adorable with my babies’. he continued to thrust, watching the white ring form around the base of his pretty cock. “so damn.. tight.. around me..—“

needy!satoru who falls on top of you, keeping one hand on your hip and the other planting right beside your head to not squish you as he presses kisses to your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. he could roam his hands all over your body for hours.. but all he wanted was you. you, you, you. “baby.. baby i— i might.. c-cummm..—!”

needy!satoru who buries his face into the crook of your neck, babbling praises and whines as he thrusts faster and faster into your tight hole. his thumb caresses your hip as he groans out a pathetically whiny, ‘c-cumming!!’ and fills you right up.. with you following shortly after. your back arches and he can’t help but moan at the feeling of your hole tightening further around him. he swears his dick will fall off from how you’re squeezing him.

needy!satoru who slumps into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and holding you tenderly as he whispers apologies and affirmations of love. “i’ll clean you up.. i just w-want to hold you, baby.” he whispers into your ear, closing his baby blue eyes and feeling you nod against his chest. you both relax against each other for a moment, savouring the afterglow as he slowly pulls out of you.

needy!satoru who still gives the best aftercare even though he feels like his legs will break. he carries you to the bathtub, filling it with water at your desired temperature before fully stripping, his pants and boxers discarded somewhere in the room from eating you out, before hopping in with you. he pulls your back to his chest, his hands gently cupping your breasts and kissing your shoulder. “mm.. i’ll always savour this with you, my pretty.”

needy!satoru who swears he’ll fall asleep in the bath with you before he— although reluctantly —snaps out of it and begins to gently wash your delicate body. you were silent throughout the whole process while he praises you, voice low and gentle. “so pretty.. my baby is so pretty.” “your skin is so soft.. so beautiful.” “mind if I press a button harder..? i feel a knot under your skin..” he takes the best care of you, even if he’s tired from pounding into you.

needy!satoru who swiftly washes himself and carries you out the washroom after draining the tub and lazily dries you with a towel before hopping into bed naked with you. he doesn’t care that your hair is wet, as is his. he just wants to feel the warmth of your body against his. he lets out a deep sigh, tugging you closer as you gaze up at him adoringly. your gaze falls to his torso, his eyebrow quirking up.

needy!satoru who’s eyes widen when your delicate finger grazes the scars on his skin. he remains quiet as his snowy white eyelashes flutter upon seeing the focused look on your face, as if reminiscing the memories of each scar with him. he smiles and lightly chuckles before he places his hand on top of yours, pressing your palm against the warmth of his chest. “so sweet to me, ain’tcha?”

needy!satoru who falls asleep with you in his arms, hugging your smaller body against his own. his hand unconsciously rubs your back while the other remains tangled in your hair. he hums a quiet tune to you as you both surrender to sleep, legs tangled together and your hearts in your throat. “love you, baby.” he whispers. even if he’s asleep, he won’t ever regret or forget saying it. over and over if he will.