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[5sospenguinqueen]

Taste | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: She’ll just have to taste you when he’s kissing her. When Max and Kelly break up, the pair of you start something sweet. But, it only lasts a short while when your conflicting schedules drive him back into her arms. 

Warnings: Kelly Piquet slander. 

Requested: No, I’m just obsessed with making up fantasies whilst I drive home from work with my music on

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter (yes, I know she’s used a lot but I stole her song and her occupation so why not steal her face) 

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f1wags max verstappen and kelly piquet both confirmed they have seperated, posting a short statement on their instagram stories. the news comes after months of speculation after explosive arguments were caught on camera

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user1 omg did anyone see that red bull admin liked this and then unliked it

user2 thank god! i’ve been waiting for this day for ever

user3 can we see him date someone his own age now that didn’t go after him when he was a teen? 

user4 finally! turns out manifesting works 

user5 he always looked so upset after they argued. hopefully he finds someone good for him

user6 hear me out, but how hot would he look with yn ln

→ user7 like they’d ever cross paths. he’s an athlete and she’s a pop star 

→ user6 yes but my point is that they would look hot together 

→ user8 he did have one of her songs playing in the background of a stream once?

user9 i love how she’s really laying it on thick in hers and he’s just like “yeah, it’s over” 

→ user10 we love an unbothered king

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mclaren we have a special guest in the garage this weekend. thank you @/yn_ln for joining us

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yn_ln thank you so much for having me! i had an amazing weekend but i don’t think i’ll be in a rush to do hot laps again

→ landonorris don’t be like that. i know you had fun! 

→ yn_ln idk who trusted you with a licence but they should be fired

→ landonorris idk why they call you short and sweet :( 

user1 she looks soooo good wtf  liked by maxverstappen1

oscarpiastri it was really fun having you in the garage. thank you for making lando seem tall. now he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend

→ yn_ln f1 girlies, can you tell me if he’s dating the curly haired one?

→ oscarpiastri well played. i apologise for bringing your height into this

→ user2 yes, yes they are, yn

user3 chat, is this real? my fave singer in my fave team’s garage! two worlds colliding 

charles_leclerc omg please stop by ferrari. my girlfriend, alex, absolutely loves you

→ yn_ln come pick me up! (‘cause i don’t know my way around the paddock) and i’d love to meet her

user4 omg somebody tell max. i hope she gets lost and stumbles into red bull

→ user5 my delusions might come true if that happens

→ user6 he saw her when charles was walking her over to ferrari

→ user4 and?! 

→ user6 nothing. he turned around and went back into the garage

→ user7 yeah after he went bright red! 

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f1wags only two months since his split from model, kelly piquet, max verstappen has been linked to singer, yn ln. the pair have been spotted numerous times on dates and caught in moments of affection

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user8 yn’s clothing brand liked this! 

→ user9 that doesn’t mean anything?

→ user8 well, considering that is her own brand, and they’re a part of her image, i’d say it means something 

user10 anyone else notice that they’re wearing different outfits in every photo, which means they’re all from different days/dates

user11 i’m going feral

user12 okay but you can’t even deny that this is them because it very clearly is 

user13 people said i was crazy when i talked about these two being together! 

user14 they’re so hot together. i might actually combust 

user15 i’m (s)creaming

user16 the hand holding 🥹 they’re not just fucking

user17 my new otp 

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kellypiquet my 🩷

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→ user1 aha this is such a dry response lmao 

user2 wtf? i thought he was with yn

→ user3 that was just a rumour 

user4 he looks much better with yn 

→ user5 yeah but she can’t give him the stable relationship he needs so no wonder he went back to kelly. she’s always there lmao 

→ user6 yeah because she never lets that man go. she’s possessive and it’s not healthy

user7 max is so cute with p 

user8 my favourite thing about this post is that all of these pics are old because max is currently in a press conference with his long hair, not these short strands

user9 how could he leave yn like this? they were so cute together 

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yn_ln in honour of my tour starting, please enjoy my new single taste! 💋

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user1 omg a new album, a new tour and an additional song?

alexandrasaintmleux got this on repeat 

→ charles_leclerc this is true. it’s all we’ve had in the car

→ alexandrasaintmleux don’t act like you don’t know all the words 

user2 this was 100% written because of the max situation

jennaortega but how hot do we look 

user3 not kelly liking this! 

→ user4 i like to think the middle picture is aimed at her for stealing yn’s man

redbullracing blue is definitely your colour

→ mclaren she looks better in orange 

→ scuderiaferrari we think she should try red next 

→ yn_ln i’ll wear whatever colour invites me to watch rich men drive around in circles next

→ alpinef1team pink it is! 

landonorris i liked the parts where you died

oscarpiastri oh so you’re allowed to make height comments but i wasn’t?

→ yn_ln please refer to the end picture

user5 chat, i can’t stop thinking about “he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue” 

→ user6 max verstappen, i was not familiar 

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yn_ln i heard there’s some sort of race on so i thought i would show some support. let’s play spot the team

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user7 omg did you see that charles and alex were there! 

→ user8 and pierre and kika

→ user9 well, we know who got charles in the divorce 

user10 we all know who red bull wants in max’s garage 👀

→ user11 the fact that they liked a gossip post of him dumping kelly and are now all over yn’s insta 

user12 okay but the placement of the bulls has me weak in the knees

user13 who’s your favourite driver? 

→ yn_ln daniel ricciardo

→ danielricciardo showing this to everyone i know

→ user14 does that include max? liked by danielricciardo 

user15 we love a petty queen because you can’t tell me the writing isn’t aimed at kelly and max 

→ user16 and the bull instead of the kiss

mclaren we’re hurt. truly hurt that you didn’t post a pic with our logo 

→ yn_ln you have a whole insta post dedicated to you! 

alexandrasaintmleux the hottest concert i’ve ever been to

→ charles_leclerc still can’t believe she arrested you when i was right there

landonorris does this mean you can come to the race? like you’re practically already there??

→ oscarpiastri i second this

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requests open. i'm just slow haha

coming soon; lewis hamilton baby angst

this wasn’t due out until next week but MAX WON!!! And so I’m posting this in honour of that. I’m just sorry this was planned as angst 😬😂

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[f1-mcmuffin]

Hiii! Can i ask you to make a one shot where Alexandra and Rebecca (no hate for them obvi) are jealous of Lando's girlfriend because she is loved by all drivers or because their boyfriends do not pda like Lando.

You can make 2 one shots if you don't want to make this two together.

(Ps Lando is very in love with his girlfriend and she is the bestfriend of the 2 Lilys)

Please please please make one of this, i requested this at other 2 blog and they don't make it...🥲🥲🥲

If you write that. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH🥰😍

Jealousy, Jealousy

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A/n: hopefully it's the way you like, if not send me a request and I'll post again, and 123 followers omg thank you all so much

The paddock was alive with the usual buzz before the race, drivers and teams preparing for the day ahead but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, one that only a few could feel, and Alexandra and Rebecca were the ones most attuned to it. They exchanged a glance as they observed the scene in front of them.

She stood in the center of a group of drivers, a smile on her face as she laughed at something Daniel Ricciardo had just said. Lando stood next to her, his arm slung casually around her waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin as they exchanged whispered words. 

The energy between them was palpable, and it wasn’t just the fact that Lando Norris was openly in love with his girlfriend. He was always touchy with her, always affectionate in a way that had begun to make waves in the paddock. It was how he wasn’t shy about showing it. He kissed her forehead in front of the cameras, pulled her close in the middle of interviews, and made sure the world knew she was his, every single moment of the day.

The other drivers—Max, Charles, George, and even Lewis—often looked on with a mix of admiration and amusement. It was no secret that she was well-loved among them. She was funny, smart, and always had a way of making everyone feel comfortable. But for Alexandra and Rebecca, it was something more.

It was the way she was loved.

Alexandra crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "I just don’t get it," she muttered, half to herself, half to Rebecca, who was standing a few paces away.

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Alexandra nodded toward her, who was now wrapped in Lando’s arms, their heads close together as they whispered something to each other. "Her," Alexandra said, bitterness creeping into her tone. "She’s just… everywhere. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger. Look at Lando—he’s obsessed with her and then there’s the Lilys, always around her too. It’s like… the entire paddock just revolves around her."

Rebecca snorted, a sound that was more dismissive than anything else. "Right? And don’t even get me started on how they act around her. It’s like… she’s their golden girl or something. When’s the last time you saw a driver act like that with us? I can’t even remember the last time Carlos did anything remotely close to that in public."

Alexandra's eyes flickered to the side, where Lando stood with his arms crossed, talking to Pierre. He wasn’t touching her, wasn’t even looking her way. For the briefest moment, she felt the sting of that distance. It wasn’t anything new, but seeing Lando and her so effortlessly affectionate only highlighted it more.

"We should try that," Rebecca muttered, though there was no real enthusiasm in her voice. "You know, public displays of affection. Maybe they'd wake up and realize we’re here, too."

Alexandra shook her head. "It’s not just that. It’s the way everyone loves her. It’s like they can’t help themselves and not just the drivers—fans too. Have you seen how they go on about her on social media? She’s everywhere."

Rebecca’s lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced over at her again, catching her laughing with Lando. Her jealousy was palpable, but she wasn’t about to admit it out loud. "She’s not even that special. I mean, come on. What makes her so great?"

Alexandra shrugged, her eyes still locked on her and Lando. "I don’t know. It’s like she’s this perfect little package—smart, pretty, always so bubbly, and then Lando just makes it worse by acting like she’s his world. No one else has it like that."

Rebecca let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "It’s so over the top. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to prove something."

They both watched as Lando whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle and swat at his arm. The way she responded—it wasn’t just affection; it was an ease, a comfort that was so natural, it made everything else around them seem almost forced.

Alexandra's fingers curled into her arms, and she bit her lip. "I don’t think I’ll ever understand it."

Rebecca’s gaze turned to her once again, and she couldn’t deny the envy that bubbled up inside her. It wasn’t just about the PDA—it was about everything. She had somehow become the center of it all, and it made her want to scream.

"I hate how they just... have it. They’re the couple everyone roots for, and we’re just… us."

Alexandra tilted her head toward her friend, noting the tone in her voice. "You think we could be that? Like, with our boyfriends?"

Rebecca considered it for a moment, her jaw tightening. "I don’t know. Maybe we’re just not as... perfect as she is."

A silence fell over them, thick and unspoken, both women lost in their own thoughts. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was frustration. The attention she seemed to effortlessly attract, the love she garnered without even trying, was a sharp reminder of their own struggles in relationships, of the distance they felt from the men they loved.

Meanwhile, she was completely unaware of the undercurrents brewing around her. Her attention was fixed solely on Lando, the way his fingers lightly traced over her hand, how his eyes sparkled when they met hers. It was like they were in their own little world, and for a brief moment, nothing else seemed to matter. 

The Lilys were nearby, laughing and sharing some inside joke they all had together, their connection obvious. Everyone was captivated by her, and it was as if nothing could break the siren spell she had cast over the entire grid.

Lando leaned down, whispering something else in her ear. She blushed, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The intimacy between them was so apparent, so natural, that it almost felt like everyone else had faded into the background. Their connection wasn’t just public—it was inescapable, unavoidable.

She smiled, blissfully content in her little bubble, unaware that for some, her happiness was the very thing they longed for.

Rebecca glanced sideways at Alexandra again, her voice low but laced with frustration. "Do you think she knows? How much do they all... love her?"

Alexandra’s voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "I don’t know. She probably doesn’t even realize how much it affects us. How it feels like we’re invisible sometimes."

"Right," Rebecca agreed. "Like we’re just... not enough."

Lando and her casual affection didn’t go unnoticed by others. Even in the rare moments when they weren’t physically touching, there was an undeniable pull between them. A few drivers who were in earshot exchanged knowing glances, but the attention they received didn’t seem to faze Lando. He was completely immersed in her, and she, in turn, was absorbed in him.

As the race preparations continued, Alexandra and Rebecca found themselves watching, more entranced by the affection between Lando and her than they’d like to admit. The jealousy wasn’t just about public displays—it was the constant reminder that their own relationships never quite measured up. The way Lando made her feel seen, adored, cherished—none of them had ever felt that way in the same way.

Alexandra sighed and straightened, breaking the silence. "I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to be jealous of her but I can’t help it."

Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, her gaze still fixed on the couple in front of them. It was a deep, quiet pain that neither of them had been able to shake off since they’d first noticed how much attention she attracted. They weren’t just jealous of her relationship—they were jealous of the ease with which she made it all look.

"Do you think we could ever be like them?" Alexandra asked, her voice low, tinged with both hope and uncertainty.

Rebecca shifted on the bench, crossing her arms. "What do you mean? You mean... them? PDA-ing everywhere and making everyone uncomfortable?"

Alexandra bit her lip, glancing over at the couple. "Not exactly but... you know. The way they are with each other. They make everyone around them feel like they’re the only two people in the world. It just... it feels real, right?"

Rebecca looked skeptical, her brow furrowing as she glanced at her boyfriend, Carlos Sainz, who was deep in conversation with a few other drivers. "Maybe, but I don’t think we could do that. It’s not... us. Besides, our boyfriends don’t act like Lando. You know how Carlos is—he’s always so reserved. I mean he’s goofy but still reserved."

Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting toward Charles Leclerc, who was at the other end of the paddock, talking to a few mechanics. She tried to imagine them in the same scenario—Lando and her, so open and carefree and then Charles, who kept his emotions locked tight behind a mask of calm.

"Yeah, I know but that doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I mean, we’re always playing the cool, collected girlfriend act. Maybe it’s time for a change."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You want us to try and do what they’re doing? Be all touchy-feely and PDA-y, like we’ve got something to prove?"

Alexandra’s voice softened as she thought about it, her gaze lingering on Charles, who was now smiling at something one of the engineers had said. "I just... I want to feel seen. Like they do. Lando makes it so obvious how much he loves her. And I know that’s not everything, but sometimes I wish Charles would do more. He’s... distant, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s because I’m not enough."

Rebecca’s lips pressed together. She had the same insecurities but wasn’t quite ready to admit them aloud. "I know what you mean. All Carlos does is hold my hand to walk me through the paddock, sometimes not at all. I feel like I’m just a trophy girlfriend to him when we’re at the track but when he’s with the other drivers, it’s like he’s a completely different person."

There was a pause, both women lost in their thoughts. They both knew their boyfriends loved them in their own way but there was something about the attention and affection Lando and her shared that felt so undeniable, so effortless, and it made them feel as though their relationships were somehow lacking.

Alexandra stood up abruptly. "You know what? Let’s just do it. Let’s go over there, act like we mean it, and see how they respond. We need to show them we can be just as affectionate. We’ll be the ones everyone talks about."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of frustration and longing was enough to push her forward. "Alright. Let’s try it."

They approached Carlos and Charles, who were now standing together near a quiet corner of the paddock. The sight of them standing side by side made Alexandra and Rebecca feel a little more confident. If they could just find the courage to replicate what they had seen in her and Lando’s relationship, they might finally feel seen.

"Hey," Alexandra said, her voice just a little too high-pitched as she approached Charles. She leaned in, placing a hand on his shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Charles gave her a small smile but didn’t move, his posture still stiff. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah," Alexandra replied, forcing a smile. "I just thought... maybe we could have a little more fun today. You know, like, just let go a little. It’s not all about the race, right?"

Before Charles could respond, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. The move was clumsy, too forced, and Charles immediately stiffened under her touch. He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable.

"Alex, baby," he began, his voice hesitant. "What are you doing?"

"Just... you know, being affectionate," she said quickly, trying to make it sound casual. "Lando and Y/n do it all the time."

Charles’s eyes flickered to Lando and her, who were now in the midst of another affectionate exchange. He looked back at Alexandra, a little unsure of what to do next.

"I don’t think that’s really... necessary," he said, his tone soft but firm. "I’m not... I’m not really into all that PDA. You know that."

Alexandra’s smile faltered as she tried to read his expression. "But don’t you want to show people we’re together? Like... like them?"

Charles ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape. "We don’t need to prove anything to anyone, Alex. I’m with you. That’s enough."

Alexandra felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, trying to show more affection would change something, but it only seemed to make Charles pull further away.

Meanwhile, Rebecca had attempted the same with Carlos, trying to get him to wrap an arm around her waist. But Carlos, too, had stiffened under her touch. "Rebecca, I don’t think this is a good idea," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a little hesitant. "You know I’m not a big fan of doing this in public."

"But why not?" Rebecca asked, almost desperate. "Why can’t we just act like we’re in love the way Lando and Y/n do? Why does it have to be so complicated?"

Carlos looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the attention they were starting to gather. "We’re in a race paddock, Rebecca. We don’t need to put on a show."

The words hit harder than she expected. It wasn’t that Carlos didn’t love her; she knew he did. But the kind of affection she craved—the public displays, the hand-holding, the constant reassurance—was something he couldn’t give her. Not in the way she needed.

Both Alexandra and Rebecca pulled away, feeling the weight of their failed attempts to recreate something they had seen in her relationship. It wasn’t that they wanted to be them; it was just that they wanted to feel loved—seen and acknowledged in the same way.

They stood in silence for a few moments, the awkwardness between them thickening, as they realized that maybe their relationships just weren’t built the same way as theirs was.

"I guess... I guess some things just aren’t meant to be forced," Alexandra muttered, her voice soft.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah. I guess."

The words were left hanging in the air as they turned to walk away, each woman reflecting on the differences in their relationships. Despite their insecurities, they knew deep down that love didn’t always look the same. But for just a moment, the girls couldn’t help but wish for love that was as obvious as the one her and Lando shared.

Once the race was over, the usual post-race celebrations had begun to wind down. The paddock was buzzing with the energy of success and disappointment, but for Alexandra and Rebecca, there was a quiet weight that hung between them. They had both tried to force something that wasn’t there, and now they found themselves standing in the shadows of the team garages, the crowd around them a world away.

Alexandra leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, her eyes cast downward. She had hoped that showing more affection would somehow change things, but it had only made her feel worse. The uncomfortable silence that followed her attempt at PDA with Charles lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she was the one in the wrong. Maybe she had expected too much.

Rebecca stood beside her, arms folded tightly across her chest as if she were protecting herself. The tension in her posture mirrored Alexandra’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"You know," Alexandra finally said, breaking the silence, her voice low and hesitant, "I thought I could change things. I thought... if I just showed Charles that I wanted more of what her and Lando have, things would feel different. But now it just feels... forced. Like I’m trying too hard."

Rebecca didn’t look at her, but she could hear the vulnerability in her friend’s voice. It made her realize that she had been holding onto her own feelings for far too long.

"I get it," Rebecca said softly. "I tried to do the same with Carlos. I thought maybe if I was more like them, more open, more... affectionate, he’d finally see me the way I want him to. But all I got was awkwardness." She exhaled sharply, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I feel like I’m invisible when I’m around him sometimes. Like I’m just... there. But not really there, you know?"

Alexandra nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of the unspoken emotions she had kept hidden. "Yeah. I feel the same way with Charles. He’s so distant. I know he loves me, but I just want him to show it more. To... want to show it. I want to feel special. But when I try to get close, it’s like I’m pushing him away."

Rebecca shifted uncomfortably, finally turning to face her friend. "It’s not like I’m asking Carlos to be Lando, but... sometimes I just want to know he cares. I want him to make me feel... wanted. But it always feels like he’s holding back. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."

Alexandra looked at her, her heart aching with empathy. "You’re not doing anything wrong, Rebecca. I think... maybe we’ve been measuring our relationships against something else—against her and Lando, against what everyone else seems to have. But... maybe what we have isn’t supposed to look like theirs."

The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Alexandra felt the tension begin to loosen in her chest. "I just wanted to be seen, you know? Like... really seen. Not just as the girlfriend, but as someone who matters to them, the way they matter to us."

Rebecca let out a quiet breath, a mixture of relief and sadness. "I think we all want that. But maybe we’re looking for it in the wrong places. Maybe Charles and Carlos... they show us they care in ways we don’t always notice because we’re too busy looking for something else. Something we think we need."

Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting to the empty space around them. "It’s hard. Especially when you see what Lando and her have. They just... make it look so easy. So perfect. And it makes you wonder if you’re just not enough. If maybe they’re right to be so out there, but maybe we just need something more... personal. More quiet."

Rebecca thought for a moment, her gaze now fixed on the ground. "Yeah. I don’t need Carlos to be Lando, and I don’t need Charles to be that way either. I think I just need them to show me... in their own way... that I’m not invisible. That I matter. Even if it’s not perfect like them."

"Exactly," Alexandra said quietly. "We just need to stop comparing our relationships to theirs. It’s not fair to anyone. Not to them, and not to us."

They started walking through the paddock in silence.

"You think they know how much they’ve made us feel this way?" Rebecca asked, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.

Alexandra shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I don’t think they have a clue."

Rebecca laughed, a sound that was light and free, a welcome release from the tension that had built up over the past few days. "Well, I’m glad I'm not the only one who feels like this," she said with a wink. "Maybe it’s time to stop trying to be something we’re not. And maybe we can just... be with them the way we are. No forced PDA. No comparisons."

Alexandra smiled fully now, the weight lifting from her chest as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah. No more pretending. Let’s just... be us. And if they love us, it’s going to be enough."

Rebecca placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You know, I think we’re going to be okay."

"Yeah," Alexandra replied, her voice firm with newfound conviction. "We will be."

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NO HATE TO ALEXANDRA OR REBECCA. This is strictly fictional

[theobservatory]

i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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Talkative｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

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[pearlescynt]

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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[miyaz6ki]

i might let you make me juno ✰

synopsis. literally the title, each are just small drabbles though :)! 1 kink i think they would have, as well as something they'd dislike(?), idrk what I'll put since I make these before I write 😭

the blade has spoken. i forgot to post yesterday :sob: rb for pt 2 ORR FOR MORE OF MY SUPER DUPER SICK CONTENT!!

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette

warnings. NSFW, mdni please!! sex :pensive:, although some are fluffier than others!, lwk hatefucking in alhaitham's (academic rivals to lovers), corruption kink (capitano's), vision play w diluc (not rly my main point), cockwarming,

albedo, who already has you placed right in front of him, legs spread as he kneels before you. although he glanced at the beauty in front of him, his eyes would tell a million words, the ones he couldn't speak. in general, whatever you were into, so was he.

the alchemist, delving his tongue into real delicacy for the first time, had himself on a chokehold, every now and then gazing back up to the figure he loved the most, pleasured by what he was doing. fuck he loved you so much. the taste had him hypnotized, he could probably do this forever.

every minute that passed, he felt himself falling in love over and over again. holding your thighs closer to the sides of his face, he could feel how much pleasure he gave.

alhaitham, who has you pinned to the wall, your chest pressed up against the surface. he held both your wrists in one of his hands, and the other on the left side of your waist. rocking his hips into yours, archons he was so fucking in love with the way you clenched against his member.

as much as he hates you, or says he does, it's really the opposite. he's never met anyone who could get him as mad as he is right now, not anyone could piss him off. he loved it so damn much.

he loved watching your eyes roll back in pleasure, no one else could get him boiling, but no one could ever be this deep inside you like he does, right? he better be. or he'll spend the next nights trying to prove himself right to you. so at least for once he'll win.

capitano loved to absolutely break you. corrupt you. he wanted to make sure you were indefinitely all his. and no one else's. he loved seeing those cute little tears of yours roll down your cheeks, whining about how you can't take it when both of you know you can!

you're all his, right? hopefully, and rightfully so, because no one as big as him would ever please your little hole now. but he supposes that something should make up for the pain you feel whenever he enters, it should be the pleasure, and somewhat comfort he can attempt to give.

so he lets you pick whatever position you wanted, and honestly, his favorite while letting you choose was whatever position he could see you the most in. especially when it includes your pretty little face. he wants to see how good he makes you feel <3

he always has his hands on you it feels so dirty. but childe has no excuse for himself, his only purpose is to make sure others know how to fuck off from what's only supposed to be his, it's not your fault, nor his, but he just has the indefinite need to show you off. whether it'd be how the marks all over your collarbone would be the prettiest!

he knows it hurts, but for now, just endure it, and he'll make sure to take care of it later. he makes sure to kiss it all away anyway, no matter how deep inside he might be, you're his reason to fight, his reason to live and come back home for another day with you.

oh well, he dreams of starting a nice little family with you. coming home to you and your two.. maybe three children? you'll both figure it out later. after he finishes inside you, his rough hands, which bruised your hips with small, little crescents ingrained into your skin. oh he's already planning the names!

wriothesley is generally turned on by any position he could see you in. similarly to capitano, but the thing is... he much prefers seeing how his cock imprints itself in your stomach.

sure your expressions are pretty cute, but nothing better than seeing you throw your head back, trying to ride his big member when you know you need help from him! all you have to do is say please...

if you didn't, he'd simply watch the show. watch you trying to take him all at once, and only hurting yourself more by trying to take what you can't (without his assistance). and in which he simply.. takes control himself, and helps you slowly sink onto his shaft instead. of course whole holding your hand!

diluc who uses his vision to his advantage, his hands already over your chest, as the temperature of his palm rises slowly, while letting you cockwarm him.

whether it's while he's writing, and signing away paperwork for the wine business, and his other hand over one of your nipples, or if all his attention is focused on you, watching how you react with a VIP seat, which would be taken literally as you sat on his dick.

a teasing touch from one of his fingers would rub against the spot where his cock was snug inside you, infused with a bit of warmth with the help of his vision.

neuvillette who's instincts get to him, as he watches your reaction through the pristine, crystal mirror in front of you both. it was a gift from his daughter figure—furina.

dear archons, please do forgive him for using her gift in such a.. filthy way, but nothing gets him going like seeing you stare at yourself be pleasured so well by none other than himself. his head fitting in the crook of your neck as he only turns himself on more, only reaching even deeper with his shaft inside you.

and wow he couldn't even wait for the main course tonight, for someone who's very knowledgeable on the taste of water from every region—he much preferred whatever substances you could make.

[forpsheturnpesbian]

Baby they’re gonna clown mee

Word count: 900+

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

AN: this took me WAYY too long to finish sorry abt that anon, hopefully I did this ask justice love yall.

Its a random tuesday when Azzi decides to say “fuck it” and post a draft dump.

And in that very moment Paige doesn’t think much about the reasoning behind her phone buzzing, so she picks it up without too much thought.

Till she ends up a little shell-shocked by the fact that the girl who’s barely on socials, posted? again? For the fourth time in the past two weeks?

“Damn mackenzie workin overtime” she thinks logically rare occasion that mackenzie probably posted a few more things for azzi

“Damn..” she mutters, already stuck trailing over the first photo, now all of a sudden very grateful.

She takes a quick breather and checks the time with her peripheral, “pretty late, Azzi prolly posted this” she thinks then moves on to the next slide.

She sees herself on it. And even with her back turned toward the camera she knows in that moment azzi is all she sees. Hovering over her—as if looking over her long enough would cause her to never leave her sight, even after tonight, like a moment that won't ever end and won’t ever fade—she catches herself doing it more and more nowadays.

Cause back then she didn’t need to, back then she had the luxury of seeing her damn near every single day, but now? Paige will have to earn the essentials, and learn how to spot the speckle of peace buried within the chaos, and to steal it for moments like that. Then she thinks- no she knows—that if she could, she’d steal all the time in the world for azzi.

Then she shrugs herself out of the rabbit-hole she dug herself into, moving on to the next slide- and oh dear god she’s already writing the thank you letter to whoever built the camera, sold the camera, distributed the camera, and captured the picture in all its flawless glory. She finishes the letter in her head by the fourth slide

Then her eyes hit the 5th slide.. That time she absolutely didn’t catch herself staring at her chest.

And just to add insult to injury Paige was clearly gripping her knee at some odd attempt of regaining composure.

Not a minute later azzi’s phone is basically yelling at her to answer, and she does. What she didn’t expect to hear on the other line was:

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Paige asks tone slightly frantic

“what the helly..? Did I do that right?”

Azzi questions still oblivious as to why Paige was calling in the first place

“Imma just ignore u said that and move on to more important things, like idk the dump. WHYY-”

She says rubbing a hand down her face

“What you don’t like it?”

Azzi says barely concealing her amusement

“BABY I LOOKED LIKE A 14 YEAR OLD BOY THAT'S NEVER EVEN SEEN BOOBS BEFORE ” she says all in one breath then proceeds to look at her ceiling her mouth tilting downwards—wallowing in her own self pity.

“I mean you-“ azzi (smirking) manages to get out before Paige cuts her off

“BRO I'M BEGGIN YOU DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE”

“This is it now huh? This is my life now—never leaving this room, I'll just live off of doordash.” The guard says, staring blankly at an empty wall. Then squinting suspiciously at azzi hiding her face

“ARE U LAUGHING AT ME RN?!?!?” Paige say appalled

Azzi sucks in her teeth “No baby, of course not” she says soft and low which seemed to calm paige down a notch.

“Quick question what and why the HELL-“

“The people need to know you think I look hot”

azzi says like it's the most obvious thing in the world—as if she was stating grass were green

“And so they can keep it cute”

“So that every girl in Dallas who even thinks about trying anything knows who came first”

azzi says it like it is—Simple.

While Paige lies there, staring at her through the screen, equal parts dumbfounded and completely-utterly in love.

Before she snaps out of it and remembers she’s supposed to be mad right now.

“God forbid I want to keep the little dignity I have left.” Paige Mutters with a hint of amusement

“Eh it's not that bad-”

“That's easy for you to say, YOU’RE NOT THE ONE GETTING SIMP ALLEGATIONS.”

“Aren’t they just fact checked statements at this point?”

“Baby they’re gonna clown mee” Paige practically whines

And Azzi tries— like really, really tries not to let it slip that she’s absolutely laughing her ass off in her head, while paige is mentally preparing herself for the mental warfare that is being teased by not only the people you love the most, but everyone with a pair of functioning eyes and ears.

“No they won’t” and even azzi doesn’t believe herself the second she says it, while paige just stares at her for a moment with a knowing look.

“Be so fr rn” the same expression on her face and running a hand through her forehead

“I mean you did give them the fuel” azzi says on the verge of snorting

“WHAT?!? BRO ME??”

“You were the one looking weren’t you?”

“GOODNIGHT.”

“Goodnight I love you” she says—still a bit of amusement left in her tone and a chuckle at the end, but still like each letter was wrapped in a warm blanket.

“I love you more” P says after letting out the longest sigh of her life, but says it with every bit of sincerity left in her nonetheless, she smiles a dopey “only for azzi smile”

[obae-me]

How He Kisses

Hey there, so things are...kinda awful right now, and while I don't want to fully distract myself from my other works I'm chipping away at, I did want to post something a bit short and sweet to hopefully- well, saying "to make everyone feel better" feels sort of self-inflated, but if I can make everyone stop and think about something happy for just one second, that's more than I can ask for. I have no idea how similar this is to my hug headcanon ones. Not really checked for too many errors, this was all kind of done in the spur of the moment, but I don't think that matters too much.

Lucifer

Proper and slow. He likes being patient, kissing you once before pulling back to look at your face. He feels a sense of Pride when he can see the effect he has on you, knowing that he can comfort you like this. He's a perfectionist, he likes the whole experience to be included. That's why he likes to do it more often when you two are alone, knowing he has the freedom to do whatever it takes to make this moment perfect. Whether it's music, a lit fireplace, over a dinner, under the comfort of a blanket, everything is set up for you. To show his love for you, nothing less than high quality will be accepted. The kiss is simply the bow that ties everything together. And he'll take his time to relish in this moment with you.

Mammon

Fervent and greedy. He cannot contain his love for you. Even around his brothers, he lets it slip. So when you find yourselves alone, it's like pulling the lid off a stuffed container. Your eyelids, your ears, your forehead, cheeks, chin, lips, none of them shall be spared in his spree. It's almost frantic, as if he doesn't get as many now, he'll never have them again. He craves all of you, and he wants to be only yours in equal measure. Love, soul, attention, all of it is for you. It's as if he has to make up the seconds lost whenever you're apart. He never wants it to end. He hardly breathes. Every one is just as good as the last, and he is focused on making it just as wonderful an experience for you as well. After all, he wants you to be greedy too. Tell him your every desire.

Levi

Eager and grateful. Push past the anxiousness and the self-doubt, and you find a Levi that adores you more than anything. Like an ultra rare drop he can't get anywhere else. If he can stand in line for days for something he wants, he will stand with you till the end of time. His kisses show that, how deeply in love he is for you. Given the chance, he has the confidence to prove to you how special you are to him. Every kiss gets him more excited than the last, and in turn, he's determined to do whatever it takes to make you feel just as joyous as he is in these moments. Thank you for being here with him, your presence means more to him than you currently know, and he'll spare no effort to start showing you that.

Satan

Meek and curious. Whether or not it is considered if he's kissed someone before, every time he kisses you, it feels like the first time. He almost always has a distant look on his face, as if he's thinking about a million other things at the same time, and every million of those thoughts is something about you. He learns something new every time and commits it to memory. Which way your head naturally tilts, where you prefer his hands to be, how many you like, how long they take, he's going to remember them all. Well, he says that, but oftentimes its as if his mind wipes after every kiss. It's hard to think during those moments. But he's not worried about it, that just means he'll have to keep going. He has no plans to leave your side anytime soon after all.

Asmo

Uplifting and addictive. He likes to kiss for every occasion, every emotion. Happy? Kiss. Excited? Kiss? Sad? He says he saves his best kisses for those moments especially. Maybe it's shared love that makes his kisses almost tingle, or maybe its some kind of magic. It makes you feel light. And he'll give you as many as you want. He adores kissing you, not able to get enough of it. It's as though he's almost on clockwork, having to give you an embrace at perfect intervals throughout the day. He can't get enough of you, and he can't help but get giddy at the thought of running to your side and letting you know exactly just how much he loves you.

Beel

Warm and encompassing. Gluttony often gets mixed up with Greed, but this is one of those instances where the differences are clear. Every kiss is slow, and feels as if it lasts several lifetimes. It's as if he's drinking you in, savoring this moment in it's entirety. Of course he'll come in for seconds, and thirds, and fourths, but it comes steadily. Something about his kisses fills you with a warmth that's hard to describe, similar to soup or a hot beverage seeping through every part of your body to endure the coldest of days. It makes your toes curl like they're in warm socks. It makes you feel as if nothing can get to you. And with him around, nothing will.

Belphie

Soft and persistent. No amount of drowsiness can stop him. Even if he's asleep, the demon that will normally sleep like the dead will wake himself up and make sure to give you a kiss. They're so gentle, and it's difficult to tell if its tied to his personality, or if he's afraid of hurting you. Sometimes they're as light as a feather, almost tickling you. If you're falling asleep, they'll never wake you, only guiding you towards sweeter dreams. With every movement you make, you'll almost recognize the sensation of his kisses. They're like a promise, an assurance, that even in the deepest darkest of dreams, he's right there. They always lull you into a sense of peace.

[rin-may-1103]

The Wrong Robin Au (part five)

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Danny sat back with a wince, watching as Bruce and his butler (The man introduced himself as Alfred) collected themselves. Jason's book was now sitting on a shelf, displayed for everyone to see. Bruce's desk was moved back into place, and the chairs were repositioned. There wasn't any evidence of what had just occurred.

"would you like me to get you a rag, young sir?" Alfred asked, turning to glance at Danny with a raised brow.

Danny lifted his hand and gently touched his nose, hissing when it stung and throbbed. Pulling his hand back, Danny found his fingers covered in blood.

Well, that was going to be hard to explain later...

"yeah, thanks." Danny finally agreed, moving his hand back to hopefully keep more of his blood from staining his hoodie. His ectoplasm was just begging him to heal it, but he held back, watching as Bruce turned to face him.

The man was no longer crying his little emo furry heart out or blinded with rage. Instead, he was standing still with a calculative gleam in his eyes. Danny just knew the man was going to do a background check as soon as Danny left. (Or when Danny wasn't paying attention, he was Batman after all. Who knows what he was going to do?)

It's a good thing there was nothing that connected him with Phantom. Besides the drop in grades and convenient absences, but that can be excused by the trauma of his accident and all the ghost fights. Otherwise, Danny would be screwed.

No one besides Jazz and Wes has been able to figure it out, and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. He's retired now, or well, was retired. He might be getting back into the crime-fighting part again, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep from getting pulled back into ghost-fighting and dealing with the occult every day.

He could handle following Batman around at night and punching a few goons here and there, but the ghost fights? The world ending catastrophes? The annoying cult summoning? He didn't think he could handle it again. And sure, if there was no other option he would go out and protect the world. (It would be very shitty of him not to if he could do something when no one else could. He lived here too, you know.)

But that's not his job anymore. No, that's what the Justice League is for. (was for... He had forgiven them for not being there for him when it mattered. They were here now. So it was fine. No, it wasn't) They're the ones who are protecting Earth now. They're the ones who have to drop everything and help save the world. Not him. Not anymore.

Maybe he could think of this as a really shitty vacation? Then once he's sure Batman is stable and that Tim won't do something stupid, Danny could go back to Amity and figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Maybe he could even go to college?

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked, his calculated eyes still boring into Danny's head. Danny, having gotten used to ghosts popping up and speaking to him at all hours of the day, didn't flinch as he glanced back up at Bruce.

"To keep you from killing yourself, seriously dude. Did you not hear when I told you earlier?" Danny spat, pointedly wiping the blood off his chin.

Bruce barely even moved, but Danny could tell he had winced. Sensing people's emotions was going to become one of the more useful powers he had, wasn't it?

...

How long was his nose going to bleed, again? Didn't broken noses stop bleeding after a few minutes?

His core flared in annoyance, finally making him remember a very important fact.

He was half dead. As in his body doesn't heal or change without the influence of his ectoplasm. This means he's going to keep bleeding until he either doesn't have any blood to bleed or he lets his ectoplasm heal it.

Great.

That's not going to make Bruce suspicious at all. Nope. Definitely not.

Focusing on his nose, Danny let his ectoplasm rush to the area and start healing it, but held it back before it could do more than stop the bleeding.

Alfred entered the room not even a second later, "here you go, young sir. Just hold it there for a minute while I prepare my med kit."

Danny grabbed the rag handed to him and pressed it to his nose, ignoring the sharp pain. He watched as Alfred placed his med kit on the side table and started digging through it. After a few minutes, Alfred leaned back and pulled on some gloves.

"let me have a look," he demanded, turning to kneel in front of Danny. Danny sighed, removed the rag, and leaned forward to let Alfred get a closer look. The man clicked his tongue, but gently grabbed his face and studied the injury.

Bruce shuffled awkwardly in the background, looking like a child waiting to get scolded. Good. He was a grown-ass man for crying out loud, he should get scolded for breaking Danny's nose.

"Alright, this will hurt," Alfred said, moving his hands to gently rest next to Danny's nose. Danny, having dealt with many broken noses before, looked away from the older man and stared Bruce dead in the eyes.

With sure but quick movements, Alfred straightened his nose with a loud crunch. Bruce's eyes narrowed as Danny bit his tongue, keeping any other sign of pain to himself.

"There," Alfred sighed, "it was a clean break, so you'll only have to keep some gause on it until you go to the doctor. Master Bruce?"

Bruce grunted, before finally looking over to his butler. "I'm fine, Alfred."

"good," Alfred nodded, "then I shall put on some tea. In the meantime, I recommend you two have a civil conversation."

Danny leaned back, taking the wet rag Alfred handed to him, and cleaned his face. Now that his nose looked normal, Danny allowed his ectoplasm to start healing it. He didn't plan on seeing Bruce again anytime soon, so any bruises or swelling he should have, won't matter.

Alfred finished placing his medical supplies away and held his hand out for the rags, once Danny gave them to him, the man swiftly left the room. bruce will probably want to test his blood later now that Danny thinks about it. Well, that's definitely something Batman would do, Danny thinks.

Oh well, it's not like his blood would reveal anything. It's literally just his human blood. Now if he was bleeding as Phantom? This would be a whole other problem.

"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" Bruce grunts, stepping closer to Danny in an attempt to be intimidating. And it would have been if Danny hadn't just watched the man breakdown ugly crying not even thirty minutes ago.

Rolling his eyes, Danny leaned back in his chair and huffed, "I told you this already. My name's Danny. I'm here to keep you from killing yourself. And it's pretty obvious who you are if you just think about it." Because it was obvious. Once Tim pointed it out to him, that is.

He wasn't about to just tell Batman that though, Tim didn't deserve to have the man breathing down his neck just for being smart enough to figure it out.

Before Bruce could respond, Danny's phone rang once, twice, then stopped. Glancing at the clock, Danny found it was only six. This meant, it was either Sam texting him to figure out where he was (which wasn't likely, since he usually disappeared in the mornings) or it was Tim.

Grabbing his phone, Danny unlocked it and was met with a message from Tim.

TIM: thanks for listening to me.

Before Danny could send a response, another text came through.

TIM: when did you want to meet up and discuss a plan? DANNY: tomorrow, after you get some sleep. TIM: I did! I took a nap! DANNY: not a long one. TIM: I'm not tired though! DANNY: Then pretend to sleep or something, I don't care. Could you just make sure you sleep before I text you tomorrow? please, kid? TIM: whatever. you're not even that much older than me, you know that right? Danny: sure kid.

"Who is that?" Bruce suddenly asks, making Danny glance up at him.

Shit, uh... "The kid I'm babysitting later."

You know what? That works. And it's technically true.

Bruce just hummed, allowing Danny to turn back to his phone.

TIM: I'm thirteen! DANNY: Yeah? Well, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen. Anyone under the age of fifteen is a literal baby. which makes you? that's right. a child. and what do children need? Sleep. They need sleep, Tim. TIM: I'm not a child! and if you've forgotten; I still have all the evidence proving that you're Robin. I'm petty enough to release it. DANNY: Go ahead. If it'll make you sleep at night.

Tim left him on read after not responding for a few minutes. Bruce had wandered over to his desk to work on something, probably Danny's background check.

Sighing, Danny sent a text to Sam letting her know he'd be busy for the rest of the morning and to let Tucker know. Once that was done, he shoved his phone into his pocket and stood up. Bruce glanced at him for a moment before going back to what he was doing, leaving Danny to look around the office.

Pictures were hanging on the wall, books covering the shelves, and random objects covering everything else. Basically, Bruce's office was filled with all sorts of things. Things that could give Danny an idea of who Bruce was as a person. Something he was going to need to know if he planned to stick around and help him. which he was. because he'd promised Tim that he would.

Reaching out, Danny picked up one of the photos and examined it. It was Bruce, Alfred, and some boy Danny didn't recognize, though they looked eerily like him. They could even pass as his clone if you squinted.

"Hey, Bruce," Danny started, "Who's this?"

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[bear-yawns]

　𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝟭 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗗.　formula one · #f1

　　　the f1 grid drivers' favourite ways to show affection.

genres : fluff ... established relationships ... f1 grid x reader (lando norris, kimi antonelli, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, ollie bearman included).　word count : 1.2k (around 200 per driver).　warnings : kissing in carlos' ... just cute fluff ... not proofread.　 note : these are finally done yay!! super happy to be posting this, and hopefully more headcanons otw soon.　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

　𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦 · 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥

You love tousling Lando’s curls, taking any chance you can to mess up his hair. But he loves to do it in return and it eventually became your love language. Always calling each other funny names like idiot, muppet, moron, or dummy, but it all comes from a place of affection, and you’ve grown quite attached to the names.

Lando also loves trying to style your hair, whether it’s short or long, he figures he can do something with it. He can successfully do a ponytail, and you’ve tried to teach him braiding to… limited success. But what he does love is hair accessories (bows, clips, ribbons, headbands, anything he can get his hands on). But, of course, you turn the tables on him eventually and he ends up with pink hair clips all over his dark curls which look both adorable and silly. He might say he doesn’t like them, but deep down, he would let you have full reign over his hair again just to see the excited smile on your face and contagious giggles. 

After tough races or when you’re both tired, playing with Lando’s hair makes him super drowsy, and he’ll often fall asleep on your lap. You let him doze off whenever he wants, but not before snapping a few cute pictures of him for future teasing.

　𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜 · 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦

Kimi needs to hold your hand whenever possible. Needs seems like an exaggeration, and indeed, Ollie ruthlessly teases him whenever it gets mentioned, but no other word quite describes it perfectly. Whenever there is an opportunity to clasp his hand with yours, he takes it.

When you get up to go out the door, his hand leads you outside. When you’re standing in line to get food, his thumb traces your knuckles. Before he gets into his car for a race, he gives your hand one last little squeeze for good luck. It became more than just a mere gesture over the years. It’s his habit now. Kimi holds your hand so often that it feels wrong when he doesn’t have the option.He loves the feeling of your soft skin, the fact that it keeps you two close but not too close. He can keep it on the downlow as well, hidden away from cameras, and it still works when he has his helmet on (which is where kisses fall short). It’s the perfect mix of romantic and subtle. When he needs comfort, he already has your touch, and when he feels extra affectionate, he can press a small kiss to the back of your hand. Hand holding is Kimi’s way to show affection.

　𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗖 · 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘

Charles loves your face. He loves to look at it, hold it, kiss it, see it scrunch up in annoyance or melt with a look of love because of him. And there’s something so gentle and careful in the way he cradles your jaw or brushes his thumb over your cheek. It has butterflies swarming to your stomach at the sight of his smile. You can tell he adores every feature of you, watching his green eyes study your face so lovingly, because it’s his favourite thing to look at. Sometimes Charles swears he could drown in your eyes because of how beautiful they are. I just can’t look away from you, mon ange.

He’ll press kisses to your forehead, or lead your face closer to his so he can give you a kiss on the lips. It is usually only during quiet intimate moments, after a long day, or during a romantic date, that you both get completely lost in each other’s eyes, finding some sense of calm by getting lost in the way he looks at you. There’s overflowing love in each look and gaze, and only the sweetest words would fall from his lips during these moments.

　𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗭 · 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦

Some would save romantic kisses on the lips for a special moment, but not Carlos. He will make up any excuse to kiss you every hour of the day. And he quite literally does. Every moment calls for a kiss from Carlos, whether it was a race win, waking up in the morning, before a meal, during his morning coffee— he really finds excuses at any time of the day.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the taste of your lips, and he really hopes he never does. Because that would be tragic as far as he’s concerned. 

There have been multiple times when he showed up to work with lipstick smudged on the side of his lips that he never noticed (he likes to interrupt you when you do your makeup). You rarely tell him when it happens because you think it’s funnier to send him off oblivious. 

He likes all the romantic moments between you two, but especially when he gets lost in a kiss, holding you gently in his arms, sometimes swaying back and forth. The laughter in between kisses and touches that speak a million silent words. Those are the moments that Carlos adores and thinks back to often whenever he daydreams.

　𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥 𝗣𝗜𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜 · 𝗙𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦

Oscar shows his affection in the way his eyes are always on you; in the way he is always listening to whatever you have to say like it’s the most important thing, even if it was a silly comment that didn’t matter; in the way there is always a smile playing on his lips as he watches you do anything. 

His attentiveness speaks for itself. Perhaps he isn’t the most overly romantic person. He likes things to be simple. But you could never doubt how much he cares, because it’s clear every single day.He really doesn’t think he’s that obvious with how much he is endeared by you, but practically everyone else can tell by how much Oscar stares. If you follow his line of sight, it’ll almost always lead to you, and even you tease him about this. Not like anything would stop him, though. He’s just too fond of you, and you love the genuine smiles that can always be found plastered on his face. People say Oscar doesn’t show much emotion, but with you, he can’t help but let the happiness and affection that he feels show on his face.

　𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗡 · 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗦

Fitting to his name, Ollie likes to give you bear hugs at least once a day. After winning a race, he’ll come running and scoop you up in his arms, lifting you off your feet at times. Hugs that sway back and forth and knock the breath out of you— those are the kinds he adores.

Although he’s very good at being gentle, his excitement manifests itself into his hold on you, and he sometimes forgets exactly how strong he is. But you love how he gets swept away with the emotions of it and though you might shriek in shock at times, you trust Ollie with your life. He would never drop you. 

On a calmer day with less adrenaline, he likes back hugs, following you around the house attached like a koala. He’s quite clingy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. His schedule forces him away from you often enough that you savour the moments you get with him to just be close and romantic. The regularity of you missing him only feeds your affection whenever you are together, and over time, the feeling of being in Ollie’s arms becomes more familiar than home to you.

[giselleloversclub]

NCT SMAU REC

MARK LEE :

Cryptic crush @jji-lee

Fuckboy mark x fem reader

are you looking for something deeper than just superficial romance? of course you are! sm university presents : cryptic crush the only on campus app that is 100% anonymous. sign up now and we'll randomly pair you with someone ready to chat! who knows? they might be the one...

I WANNA FUCK MARK LEE @luvyeni

Idol mark x YouTuber reader

in which a clip of you goes viral in ncity twt and it gains the attention of mark lee ( the center of the tweet ) — and all he can think is 'why saying chenles' cute friend saying she wants to fuck him?'

Personal fav

WHEN YOU SMILE @svnnw

Mark x fem reader

Fake dating au

after barely passing your recent exam you're now desperately looking for someone to tutor you so your friends wouldn't worry about you and your grades.

or in which you find yourself making a deal with mark lee, a top students who seeks for your help. mutual benefit right?

DOWN BAD @hyuckswoman

musicmajor!mark x fem!reader

in which a random business major finds herself joining a random music class not knowing the guy she had been fawning over attended it aswell.

Maybe after all her efforts he’ll finally notice her? After all this was the IT guy mark lee, what else could she have done but fall in love with him?

I GOT MY ION YOU @chenlesfavorite

Tutor mark x fem reader

you’ve failed yet another chemistry exam, high chances are you’re gonna have to retake the entire class next year and miss out on almost all school breaks due to studying and fixing your bad grades, and that is until your trusty friend suggests a tutor to you.

LOST IN TRANSLATION @spiderm444rk

business major! mark x fem journalism major! reader

you, as the promising journalism student of NCUT, were more than willing to join the school magazine when you got offered. to your disappointment, the only section they let you have is the anonymous confessions one - which is mostly really, really boring. i mean, who even posts any cool confessions nowadays ? especially in a damn college magazine? they only offered you the job no one else wanted.

on the other hand, mark, a business student, was never more annoyed with the choice of his major. sure, business is cool and hopefully it'll earn him money, but it's not something he could really get into. he always wanted to do music. but after long considering, he chose business instead, to make sure he gets a real job in the future. and he doubts that choice was correct more and more every day.

once the school band announces they're looking for a new guitarist, he's absolutely ready to apply until he reads the music students only part. pissed off, he starts typing a message to the ge, but it ends up going to a different number - and you finally get to help some poor random stranger who confessed with something interesting.

DREAM BOYFRIEND INCOMING @wonbin-truther

College student mark x fem reader

it wasnt your fault mark was the first profile to appear on your instagram! and it was most definitely not your fault when you told your annoying older cousins that mark lee, the captain of your unis soccer team, was your boyfriend and somehow got him invited to the next family reunion ...

DEAL OR NO DEAL ? @yutarot

Basketball player mark x Drummer reader

when you and your best friend mark realise the severity of your shared single-dom, you make a bet with each other that the first person to get in a relationship wins. what happens when the bet gets pushed a little too far? and who will be there to stop it?

OLD BLOODHOUNDS @mvrkieboo

College student mark x college student reader

You and Mark go all the way back to your childhood years, getting to know each other through your older brother. When you were both just 15 years old, you made a choice that broke your brother's heart, and you were dead to Mark Lee ever since. You never got to reconcile with him as you moved away.

Now, you meet again in your college years, and Mark is noticing there's some weird things about you. First of all, are you a sugar baby?

FRONT ROW @beomqu

Guitarist mark x college student reader

it is a habit of y/n to attend ENCT's festival every year and this year isn't any different. while enjoying the festival and waiting for her friend's favourite artist to perform they stand in front row of a band they have never seen before.

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HUANG RENJUN

MUSE TO MUSE @404tytrack

Art student Renjun x fem reader

in which the art and photography departments pair up students for a collaborative project, & the art to your photography is renjun. the prompt: earth's beauty. with differing opinions on how to do the project, will you & renjun be able to work together & get a good grade?

MESSENGER @dojunie

College student Renjun x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

YOU FIND A PHONE NUMBER WRITTEN ON THE MIRROR OF THE SULIM LIBRARY'S SECOND FLOOR BATHROOM. It's scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was 'SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.'

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LEE JENO

HOT TO GO @sungiejpg

Idol jeno x aespa stylist fem reader

being aespa’s stylist is an easy and a lovely job, that’s what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary

TWIN FLAME @justalildumpling

College student Jeno x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

Personal fav

FIDING CINDERELLA @justalildumpling

Jeno x fem reader

it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

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LEE HAECHAN

AT MIDNIGHT @svnnw

Non idol Haechan x fem reader

after y/n's boyfriend broke up with her, all her friends tried to distract her by sneaking into a college party not knowing she was going to find new friendships and possibly a new relationship.

Personal fav

SHE’S THE MAN @yutarot

Gamer Haechan x gamer fem reader

after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

BLOOMING HEARTS @jji-lee

Flower shop owner Haechan x fem reader

Enemies to lover au

a new flower shop has opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating problem after problem for you. now you and shop owner, lee haechan have an ongoing feud that neither of you are willing to put to rest. as the weather cools and the flowers wither away maybe something else will begin to bloom between you two…

or alternatively, your battle against a ridiculously attractive flower shop owner (spoiler you lose)

ONE NIGHT ONLY @mrkified

College student Haechan x fem reader

three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

DIVINE TIMING @v1si0n

College student Haechan x fem reader

you confessed to your longtime crush, donghyuck, back in high school because you figured you guys would never see each other again. you begin to question your faith in the universe when you run into him on a rainy tuesday night, and you start seeing him every day after.

BAD IDEA RIGHT? @i-kai

Idol Haechan x idol fem reader

dating lee donghyuck was every hopeless romantic’s dream. his late night serenades, affectionate touches, secret song dedications, and endless love letters were just some of the things that you — the hopeless romantic that got to live said dream — were on the receiving end of. everything seemed perfect, right?

until you received the worst message ever in your life two weeks before you made your debut. the four words, “we need to talk” made your heart drop from what felt like a skyscraper filled with all the sanity you had left.

after that, you’d never give your ex a chance ever.. again.. right..?

DEAR MR. CUPID @justalildumpling

Childhood bsf hyuck x childhood bsf fem reader

it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

ALWAYS FOREVER @jaeyunluvbot

Streamer hyuck x streamer fem reader

y/n and haechan are both well-known streamers with overlapping fandoms, what happens when they're paired up for a fortnite tournament?

THE DREAM STORE @jammingjaem

Idol Haechan x producer fem reader

rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

GG (GOOD GAME) @sunflowerhae

Fanboy Haechan x YouTuber/streamer fem reader

Famous YouTuber and Streamer y/n just moved in next door to scholastic loser haechan! No sweat for him! No big deal! Not like he has her picture above his computer! Not like he owns her merch that he stayed up all night to get! Not like he cried when she started playing his favorite video game! Not like he’s completely and utterly obsessed with her and all his friends know it!

FEIN @anglswon

Ex bf Haechan x fem reader

In which you finally find a new plug to feed your addiction but he’s annoyingly attractive.. and your ex.

WHO ARE U ? @sungiejpg

College student Haechan x fem reader

when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love

I LOVE YOU I’M SORRY @hhie

Idol Haechan x dancer reader

2 years ago , you and your best friend fell in love with one another. Only for him to leave you and cut you off with no explanation. What if , 2 years later, you decided to take a big step into your career, thinking that it is the best decision you’ve made in your life.

Unaware of what’s going to happen … you should be fine right?

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NA JAEMIN

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS @yojeongin

Neighbor Jaemin x neighbor reader

jaemin and yn have never had a good relationship due to their troublesome cats but it only gets worse when both felines cause chaos and wreck property forcing these enemies to spend day and night together to avoid eviction and charges for the troubles, not expecting this experience to lead them towards unexpected information and interesting feelings.

WHY ME ? @sungiejpg

Enemies to lover au

he is known as the nicest guy on the faculty who gets along with everyone, well…maybe not everyone

Personal fav

LOVE ON THE COURT @polarisjisung

Basketball player Jaemin x basketball player reader

Enemies to lover au

every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

SURF’S UP @mrkified

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Jaemin’s crush on you wasn’t a secret — everyone seemed to know except you, who always thought of him as your nice coworker from the morning shift. As summer was about to start again, Jaemin was ready to change his relationship with you. But how could he, when you had a crush on another coworker — Sungho. Everything seemed to change when you offered Jaemin swimming lessons, giving him a chance to get closer to you.

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO @sourrpatched

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Overworked at her understaffed job Y/N finds it hard to enjoy this summer vacation even with the school semester having ended. It doesn’t help that it seems nobody is interested in working at a little coffee shop even if it’s just for the summer. That is until fate brings Jaemin into the picture who happens to be desperate for a job and love. Let’s just hope this time around he can actually keep it.

or, the one where jaemin needs a damn job and Y/N needs a damn break.

SEX FASHION GUITAR @luvyeni

rockstar jaemin x stylist reader

l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

YOU CAN'T HAVE ME... UNLESS? @justalildumpling

College student Jaemin x fem reader

after getting ghosted by your crush in high school, you swore off dating at university, earning yourself the title of ‘the unattainable’. after 3 years you were convinced that there would be no way the two of you would ever cross paths ever again. well, that was until he announced that he was your boyfriend at a party.

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ZHONG CHENLE

NIGHT RIDER @chenlesfavorite

motorcyclist chenle x fem reader

working night shifts 24/7 at the convenience store while also supporting your boyfriend’s obsession with watching motorcyclists race is not easy, but little did you know that one of the bikers that he loves soon gets involved with you.

FOLLOW ME NOT @lowkeychenle

idol chenle x fem reader

After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.

ICED LOVE LETTER @jammingjaem

college student chenle x ice skater fem reader

at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

WE YOUNG @a3r3n

childhood friend chenle x fem reader

A sudden change happens in y/n's life when her father kicks her and her mother out after their divorce, and they're forced to leave China to go back to South Korea. Luckily her mother's best friend lives there with her son Chenle, one of y/n's childhood friends, and they're willing to host them until they find a better place to stay. But now that y/n and Chenle have both grown up, will their friendship be the same as when they were children?

SERÁ UNA NOCHE INOLVIDABLE @galacticseonghwa

biker chenle x fem reader

your friends were all you needed, they were your brothers from another mother they loved to say. but that all went to shit after ricky dragged you to one of his motorbike sprints.

who are you to say no when ricky's opponent claws his way into your inner circle and present himself as your dream man?

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PARK JISUNG

LIE WITH YOU @strrykais

art student jisung x astrology student fem reader

you were nervous, and that was an understatement. you actually couldn't believe that you were able to transfer into your dream school, leaving behind your family, your home, and your loving boyfriend. when you meet your upstairs neighbors, things start to change for the better - or worse. you tried everything to keep your distance from the boy that showed her the stars in the sky have nothing to the ones in his eyes. he knows it won't last, and you know it too. personal fav

SCORE THAT GOAL @lqfiles

football player jisung x fem reader

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

GAME ON ! @hyuckswoman

astronomy major jisung x astronomy major fem reader

a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out he’s not exactly everything she hoped for… who would’ve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer

DRUM ME STUPID ! @jirsungs

drummer jisung x fem reader

a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.

LINGER @beomgewz

college student jisung x fem reader

despite all of your efforts, you still cannot get over your 5 year crush on the shy boy from high school. to top everything off, he has a long term girlfriend of 3 years!

THE BOTLER @lowkeychenle

Your friends call you "the bolter," because every time someone gets close, you run in the opposite direction.

When you meet Jisung, things are working behind the scenes--things you can't see and don't acknowledge.

Can you overcome your metaphorical running in time for Jisung to secure your heart?

RAINBOW @a3r3n

park jisung x fem reader

Y/N has just moved to Seoul from her home country and finds herself now alone with her parents, but no friends. Fortunately, her neighbor Chenle is a guy her age, nice and fun to be with, and they eventually become friends, even attending the same International Class for Transfer Students at Nct High. But what will happen when y/n meets Chenle's friends, and one of them catches her eye? And what if things don't go as planned?

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[azzibueckers5]

chapter 3: i wanna know peace again (wanna sing a different song)

cross posted on ao3 here, and tumblr chapters 1 & 2 here

chapter 3: in which azzi worries for paige's nutrition levels and appreciates good countertops

content warning: explicit sex (wc: ~6k)

AN: suprise, surprise, these two wouldn't leave me alone. at the expense of my gpa. happy finals? ummm. this is entirely plotless. like completely. hopefully I managed to capture their dynamic shift the way I was intending? idk you guys tell me. I wanted to make sure they were still paige and azzi at the end of the day. ummm I'm not as proud of this as I was about the other two chapters but I can't tell if that's because it's actually not as good or if I just really like writing monologuey angst and hate writing dialogue/smut. uh. without further ado, six thousand words of pure nonsense!

the thing about being best friends for eight years and teammates for at least half of that time is that you see each other in various states of undress quite often. (especially when you’re an eensy weensy teeny tiny bit more than best friends and practically live inside each other’s skin.)

you would think this fact would have at least minimally prepared azzi for the whole getting-naked-to-have-sex thing. this is tragically not the case. 

like. okay. azzi knows, objectively, that paige is a very attractive person. has noticed the cut of her abs, and how nice her hands are, and how biteable (yeah. she said it. biteable.) her jawline looks when she tilts her head. but the difference between thinking all those things and having paige actually underneath her, with miles of smooth skin to put her hands (and mouth. hopefully. if she can pick it back up off the ground, where it’s been for the last minute.) is entirely overwhelming. 

she feels dizzy with all the things she wants to do, doesn’t even know where to begin. paige is looking entirely too smug, however, laid out underneath azzi in just sweat shorts and an old, thin calvin bra and smirking like she knows every thought buzzing around in her head, so azzi decides kissing her is a decent place to start.

(azzi called her a slut when she discovered that paige hadn’t worn a shirt underneath her sweatshirt. paige had simply said yeah, for you. and well. here they were, fifteen seconds later, azzi straddling her on the bed.) 

this kiss is slower than their previous ones, less desperate, but it stokes the fire that’s been burning in azzi all the same, and it only burns hotter when paige’s hands slide up underneath her tank top to cup at her breasts. 

evidently, paige gets tired of the material in her way after approximately 10 seconds and mumbles out “ off ,” tugging at azzi’s shirt. 

she tugs it up over her head, but before she can busy herself with the skin below paige’s collarbone that’s been calling to her, she gets distracted by the look on paige’s face, like azzi just made a half court buzzer and not that she’s merely exposed her nipples. 

“ azzi,” paige practically moans, looking dazed.  

and then she blinks and all of a sudden she’s looking up at paige from underneath her, both arms pinned above her head with one of paige’s hands, the other dragging featherlight touches down to trace at azzi’s nipple, goosebumps erupting across her chest. 

paige kisses her again before she has a chance to protest her inability to touch, and it distracts her decently for a few minutes, until paige begins trailing her mouth down to suck a bruise into azzi’s throat and her mouth is freed.

“ paige,” she whines, “wanna touch.” she wriggles her hands a bit, testing her grip. if azzi really wanted to, she could break free in seconds, and by paige’s eyebrow raise when she pulls her head up from azzi’s neck, she knows it too.

“can’t concentrate when your hands are on me, baby. you gonna be good f’me? ” and. okay. that’s. azzi feels herself throb. 

she swallows back the whine that desperately wants to rip from her throat and lets out a “yeah,” voice high and breathy. 

paige’s “ good,” is pressed into the skin of her collarbone, and then she trails lower, mouthing at one of azzi’s nipples. 

she doesn’t think she’s ever been this turned on in her life and and paige has barely touched her yet. fuck’s sake.

paige releases her hands when her mouth moves south, migrating down azzi’s stomach and bringing the hand that was just pinning azzi’s up to thumb at her nipple, dragging her mouth across the smooth, dark skin of her abs. she takes her time tracing the ridges of muscle with her tongue and overall being a general tease, but azzi’s hand stay above her head, hips twitching whenever paige nips at her navel.

the blonde pauses her descent down azzi’s stomach when she gets to her waistband, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes.

“we don’t. we don’t have to have sex if this is all like. too much.” paige says, and despite how much effort it looks like it takes for her to say it, azzi knows with certainty that she means it, would roll off of azzi in an instant if asked and just bask in her presence. 

the sincerity somehow makes her impossibly wetter. 

she throws an arm across her face to try and mask how much the sentence affects her.

“paige- i swear to god if you don’t touch me ,” she muffles, through her forearm, and she can hear the smirk in paige’s reply. 

“eager, are we?”

“ yes,” and she can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed because then paige makes an approving noise in the back of her throat and tugs off azzi’s sweats. 

it is entirely impossible to feel self conscious with the laser focus of paige’s eyes on the wet patch of her panties, but azzi squirms anyway, suddenly almost entirely bare to the heaviness of paige’s gaze.

“ jesus, az.” she breathes, hands flying out to trace at the patch of moisture. her touch is feather light but azzi is already a livewire, and the brush of her fingers against her clit isn’t enough to do anything except make her keen quietly, desperately. 

paige seems content to just look, which would be nice. if azzi wasn’t already soaked through and needy.

she decides getting paige out of her clothes is a good way to move this show along, so she reaches out to drag the older girl back up and strip her out of her shorts and bra to even the playing field a little bit. she tugs paige’s shorts off first, and then pauses, a slow grin spreading across her face. 

“paige madison bueckers, are you wearing a matching set?” her grey, simple calvin underwear matches the faded fabric of her bra, and. azzi is so, so gone for her. 

she grins, not even a little bit embarrassed, and says, proudly, “nothin’ wrong with bein’ an optimist, ma,” before crawling fully over azzi and bending to slot their lips together again. 

paige planks above her with one arm next to azzi’s face, the other tracing lines down her abdomen, pausing when they get to her panties.

“can i?” 

“ please,” is all azzi can muster, hips shifting in anticipation. her blood is simmering already, from paige’s kisses, but she needs more like she needs the air in her lungs to breathe. 

paige smiles, tipping her head down to azzi’s shoulder to watch as her hand slips under the silk of azzi’s underwear and slides into the wetness she finds beneath. 

they both moan at the contact, and azzi’s hips twitch again, begging for more. 

and then paige's thumb is pressing on her clit and she sees stars , keening high in her throat. paige pulls her head up to watch azzi’s reactions, and slips a finger inside, gazing in awe as azzi arches her back up in a bow, drawn taught with need. she slides her finger out, before curling it right back in and repeating the motion, all the while rubbing at azzi’s clit, and azzi feels wetness slide out of her and drip onto paige’s hand. 

and then paige adds a second finger and she goes from turned on to desperately close in a matter of seconds, moaning paige’s name and reaching up to grip at her blonde hair as her mouth returns to azzi’s chest. 

she watches the veins on paige’s wrist move with the motion of her hand, and listens to the slick sound of her fingers moving in and out, and. fucking hell she’s going to come. 

paige fingers curl particularly hard on one thrust, and she’s suddenly aware of the ring still on one of paige’s digits, now probably covered in azzi’s slick, and.

“paige, paige, m’gonna come, fuck.”

and then paige tears her hand away from azzi’s cunt, leaving her clenching around nothing, and she whines in despair, finger scrabbling at paige’s back.

“shhh, baby, wanna taste you that's all,” paige says, mouth already dipping lower to drag across azzi’s breast.

“ mean-” is all azzi can get out in response, still reeling from the taste of her high in such close reach. 

“i’ll make it up to you,” paige promises, from her navel, and azzi knows she means to sound cocky but it comes out breathless instead, like she’s just as affected by this as azzi is.

azzi believes her.

paige traces the waistline of her panties with her tongue, before reaching up to tear them off and exposing azzi fully to her gaze. her hips twitch at the weight behind her stare, and her cunt throbs in anticipation as paige reaches out to drag a finger down through azzi’s soaked folds.

“ fuck,” azzi breathes , just as paige mumbles out a dazed “you’re so wet for me, hmm?”

azzi is going to combust. and then, paige drops a kiss to her clit, before attaching her mouth for real, and forget combustion. azzi has ascended to a higher plane. 

paige takes her time with it, tracing her tongue up and down azzi’s folds, and she feels like she’s being lit on fire by her mouth, trying to wriggle her hips to get closer to the flame. she was so close just a minute ago, and she still is, but she needs more to get off, itching for a finger, more pressure on her clit, anything .

“paige, i need it” she whines, and she doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, exactly, just knows that paige can give it to her. 

“you need more, baby?” she questions, words vibrating into azsi’s core. 

she moans in affirmative, but before she can give a verbal agreement, there are two fingers back inside of her and all she can do is wail instead, surrendering to the pleasure that paige is pulling out of her.

and then all of a sudden paige goes from light strokes of her tongue and only minimal pressure on her opening to sucking on azzi’s clit, hard , and thrusting her fingers inside at the perfect angle, and azzi sees stars, thrashing a little bit in ecstasy. 

her words are incoherent now, just a mush of paige’s name and various pleas, and lightning builds up again in her abdomen in no time, heat curling in her core. 

and then paige nips, slightly, at her clit, timed perfectly with a curl of her fingers, and azzi shatters, entire body tensing up as she comes. 

she feels paige flop down next to her, but the world is still buzzing, toes tingling, and she can only muster up the energy to squeeze their fingers together in thanks, vision still white. 

she’s never come that hard in her life.  

when her breathing returns to normal, and her body starts to feel less like she’s floating away on a different plane, she’s reminded of the feral part of her that wants to touch and pleasure the girl lying next to her, and she straddles paige, leaning down to kiss her and moaning at the taste of herself. she breaks the kiss for a second to finally drags paige’s bra off and fling it behind her, and then miles of unblemished skin are staring back at her, just begging for her mouth.  

she bites at paige’s collarbone, before dipping down to take a nipple in her mouth, smiling a bit at the hitch in her breath. she explores a little more, leaving marks as she goes for good measure, and then she brings her fingers to the waistband of paige’s underwear, asking silent permission. paige nods, and azzi moves back up to kiss her for a bit as she traces her fingers through the pool of slick, dipping her fingers under the elastic and swallowing the quiet moans that paige releases.

paige is so, so wet, and azzi needs to put her mouth on her right now. 

“can i eat you out?” she mumbles, pressing the words into paige’s skin.

paige’s hips twitch, and she moans, wantonly, before breathing out “ c’n do whatever you want, az.” 

she doesn’t need more encouragement. 

“‘ve never done this before, can you- can you tell me how to make it good?” she asks, voice shy. 

paige just looks at her for a second, wild and turned on, before replying, voice hoarse, “s’you, azzi, it’s gonna be good.” 

azzi rolls her eyes, because: unhelpful, but allows it for now anyways, and scooches down, mouth catching everywhere she can on her descent. 

she tugs the offending material off, eyes catching on the meat of her thighs, and then situates herself between her long, endless legs, just looking for a second, admiring paige splayed out before her and exposed, just for azzi . 

she’s not even trying to be a tease, but there’s just so many things she wants to do and she can’t keep her mouth on one place for too long, sucking a mark into the pale, unmarred skin of paige’s pelvis, and then one on her inner thigh for good measure, leaning back to admire her handiwork. 

“azzi, baby, you’re killing me,” paige moans, sounding wrecked, and she hums before finally focusing on the patch of wetness at paige's core. she curls an arm under paige’s thigh and drapes it back across her hips to hold her steady, and then licks a tentative stripe up paige’s center, humming happily at the taste and intentionally sending vibrations into paige’s cunt 

she blonde makes a high, needy sound azzi’s never heard before above her, and she doubles down at the encouragement, sucking at paige's clit into her mouth and humming again in warning when her hips try and lift up to grind against azzi’s tongue. 

she looks up, and notices that paige’s eyes are closed, so she lifts her head briefly, requesting, “wan’ you to look at me, p,” and savors the way her blue eyes fly open, strangled sound escaping her mouth. 

“ jesus christ,” she whines, when azzi’s mouth returns, and she mumbles out a string of curses when her tongue trails down to trace at paige’s hole, but doesn’t break eye contact. 

a secret, possessive part of her mind relishes on the thought that paige has probably been fantasizing about some version of this moment for a long, long time. azzi is determined to live up to her dreams. 

she drags her mouth back up to paige’s clit, and slides the hand not currently pinning paige’s hips down on the bed down to run her fingers against the wetness pooling at her opening, sliding her fingers back and forth. 

“ please- azzi-” is all paige gets out, but it's enough, and azzi slides a finger in, sucking lazily at her above it. paige is so wet, and her walls clench down on azzi’s finger when she crooks it, and she knows she just came, but azzi may or may be getting off on this too. no one has to know. 

she adds another when paige lets out a particularly delicious whine, and she feels drunk on the sounds coming out of paige’s mouth, of the taste of her cunt on her tongue. (she is definitely, definitely into women. one hundred percent confirmed.)

it only takes another minute of azzi’s mouth on her clit, fingers curling inside, before paige is coming with a cry, thighs clenching momentarily around azzi’s head. she keeps her fingers pumping slowly, working her through it, until paige whines in overstimulation and drags azzi’s head away with the hands that are still tangled in her hair. 

she looks ruined, pupils blown and chest heaving, and azzi takes a second to kneel above and admire how pretty she looks like this, flushed and covered in marks.

“tha’ was nice,” is what paige decides to say first, still breathing hard, arm thrown across her face. idiot. 

azzi hums, amused. “should do it again sometime.” 

“i’d prolly be down.” 

azzi just rolls her eyes and crawls up paige’s body to lie closer to her, tangling their legs together and curling up under her chin. “yeah, yeah. prolly. okay, champ.”

“you did not just call me champ.”

azzi presses her laugh into the nook between paige’s neck and shoulder, like she has a million times before, but now there’s sweat cooling on their skin and pleasure still buzzing through her veins, and she feels a new kind of comfort in her favorite place. 

she smiles into the open skin in front of her, nipping at it lightly, and paige giggles- giggles - above her. she feels giddy with all the happiness radiating off the blonde, her own contentment settling into every crevice of her mind. 

“you’re gonna be a problem f’me aren't you,” paige mumbles into her hair, affection ruining any chance at seeming annoyed.

azzi hums, dragging her fingertips through the hair at the base of the blonde’s neck and lets contented silence settle around them. 

and then, because she can’t help it: “i made you finish faster.” 

paige squaks and rolls them over, planting herself above azzi and looking like the picture of indignation. 

she gloats again, “i’m just sayin’. i’ve never even gotten a girl off before and you only lasted, what, like, four min-” 

paige cuts her off with a kiss, pressing the brunette back into the mattress and slidling a leg between azzi’s to nudge her between her thighs, right where she’s already wet and waiting again. she detaches their mouths for a second, mumbling out a “four minutes, i’ll show you four minutes ,” and starts mouthing kisses down the column of azzi’s throat.

…

round two (or is it three? she doesn’t really know how to keep track of when one starts and another begins) comes to a begrudging halt when azzi hears paige's stomach grumble, loudly, for the second time in under a minute. and then she thinks about how she hasn’t eaten since 11am, and it's probably getting on to be 7pm, and she makes an executive decision to extract herself from paige’s limbs and go find them something to eat. 

both objectives prove to be difficult. 

extracting herself, because paige has decided that now that she can touch azzi whenever and however she wants, she has to be touching azzi at all times, however she wants. she allows this until paige actively tries to stop her from putting on a shirt, claiming that she’s being unfair and latching onto azzi’s back to press kisses to her shoulder and making it impossible for her to pull the faded graphic tee she finds thrown on the desk chair over her head. 

this results in some light making out against paige’s dresser until her stomach rumbles for the third time and azzi is reminded that they’ve both played a full 40 minutes of basketball and gone multiple rounds without sustenance, and despite paige’s insistence, azzi is not sufficient enough for dinner. 

they compromise on clothing by each throwing on a pair of faded boxers that paige digs up, and azzi steals the calvin bra that paige had been wearing earlier, which delights paige, who in turn  throws on the tank top azzi had been wearing. 

she smacks paige on the shoulder when she nudges their socked feet together and drawls “thank god we didn’t take our socks off. was worried we was bein’ gay.”

ridiculous. she’s ridiculous.

her “you’re not nearly as funny as you think you are,” lacks heat and is muffled into paige’s shoulder, because smacking her had turned into being pulled into a hug, just because. 

“you sure you believe that?” is the response into her hair. azzi pinches her waist and ignores the subsequent yelp. 

and something warm and fuzzy solidifies in her stomach at how easy this already is- the coexisting and the sharing clothes and the physical intimacy. 

it’s not like she was worried that it would be awkward, that the sex would be bad, but the reassurance that she and paige are just as compatible as they’ve always been- even more so now that they are solidly on the same page- makes her feel like shitting rainbows or puppies or some equally as idiotic metaphor that is always used for people who are ridiculously happy. 

she buries her grin in paige’s shoulder and just takes it in for a second. 

but also. food. 

finally dressed enough to brave the massive windows that line the kitchen, azzi pulls herself from paige’s embrace and goes to walk through the door, but is stopped by a hand on her hip. 

“nah, nah, wait a second, baby. gotta give you the proper attire.” 

paige disappears into her closet, and azzi is left standing in the doorway, confused, because paige had just been throwing an absolute fit about azzi hiding any more skin, before immediately groaning when paige returns wearing a large, wide brimmed brown cowboy hat and holding an equally as ridiculous looking tan one in her outstretched hands. 

“i am not wearing that.” she crosses her arms in protest, mouth twitching to hide her grin.

“i told you. it’s mandatory here, az. this one’s my favorite.” she flips it, to show off the paige written across the side. “hat police are gonna getcha if you don’t. i’m just protecting you.”

“you just wanna see me in a hat that has your name on it,” is her response, but she lets paige place it on her tangle of curls anyway. 

she still feels a little bit like she needs to be sent to an asylum, because hello, but as her and paige traipse down the hallway, bumping hips and hat brims every five seconds and laughing like it’s the funniest joke in the world, she figures paige will have to be sent there right along side her, and. well. that doesn’t sound half bad at all. 

she leaves the other girl to the task of fishing their phones out from the various spots they were abandoned in the living room and wanders into the kitchen to evaluate the food situation. 

and here comes the difficulty of her second objective, because paige has, like, nothing to eat. their mini fridge in storrs had more nutrients than the empty monstrosity that is paige’s stainless steel refrigerator. 

“i don’t understand how you’re alive,” she states, when she hears paige’s feet on the hardwood floors returning back to the kitchen.

“ummm door dash. obviously,” is her response, as she places their phones on the counter and hooks her head on azzi’s shoulder. “think there’s chicken in there that hasn't expired, though.” their hats bang together, almost knocking them both off, and paige’s hands shoot immediately from azzi’s waist to the tops of their heads, fighting to keep them both balanced. 

affection wells up so strongly in azzi at the stupid gesture that she just has to turn around and kiss her. 

this does knock paige’s hat off, and it falls to the floor behind her, but it's fine because her hands have returned to azzi’s skin where they belong and her tongue is tracing azzi’s lower lip and actually. maybe this is enough sustenance. 

she shivers, partly from the finger currently brushing her nipple through the thin cotton of her (paige’s) bra, and partly because she’s standing directly in front of the open fridge . 

which beeps. loudly. because it’s been open for too long. and okay yes. food. they need food. 

“gettin’ cockblocked by my own damn appliance is a low,” paige mumbles, when azzi pulls away to turn back around. 

“we’re not having sex again until you can go more than five minutes without your stomach grumbling.”

“bro. you kissed me .” 

her stomach rumbles. 

at azzi’s pointed look over her shoulder, “yeah, yeah. lemme see if i have tortillas.”

paige hip checks her on her way to the pantry and the domesticity of it all has azzi grinning like a fucking lunatic as she pulls the ( barely non-expired) chicken and some cheese from the drawers and finally closes the doors. 

there is nothing even remotely resembling a vegetable in paige’s kitchen, but azzi figures chicken quesadillas are as good as they’re gonna get for now and lets paige bumble around getting a skillet on the stove while she sits on the counter to supervise and check her texts. 

she has 27 from the team group chat which she ignores in favor of the 3 waiting for her from aaliyah.

5:09 lili: bro where’d you go 

5:21 lili: azzi fudd u little slut

6:48 lili: so im guessing ur not coming to team dinner

she giggles at her phone, and, just as it always used to be, summons paige in exactly four milliseconds, the blonde sidling up beside her to peer over her shoulder, never one to miss out. 

she laughs, too, when she sees the texts, and snatches the phone from azzi’s hand when she nods at paige’s silent request. she backs up and takes a photo of azzi, sitting on the counter, cowboy hat askew and probably smiling at paige behind the camera like a freak.

paige shows her the photo before she sends it, and. jesus. azzi looks positively debauched, hair wild around her face under the hat, the paige on the brim front and center, and marks littering her neck. she’s looking at the camera like the sun is shining out of paige’s ass, and. 

she looks so happy . and so utterly paige’s.

she doesn’t realize that paige sends the photo accompanied by she’s looking at her dinner until after.

“ paige,” she whines, when she sees, but paige is already reopening the camera and sending another photo, this time of herself, tongue sticking out and self satisfied smirk present across stupid, beautiful face, marks of her own visible on her collarbone. 

they watch, in real time, as aaliyah sends back a string of nonsensical letters. and then, simultaneously, both their phones start buzzing incessantly. aaliyah has apparently decided that their old uconn group chat that had fallen out of disuse when the two of them stopped being able to interact needs immediate updating. snitch.

CD’s favorites +paige 😛✌️

lili: [2 screenshots of her texts with azzi]

lili: GUYSFHDSJKALFG

lili: WE PRAYED FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

kk: NO FUCKING SHOT

nika: RU SERIPUS 

ice princess: YALL R BACK TG?????

they watch in amusement as more people begin to chime in, and even though some of them are under the impression that they’re back together, it doesn't matter. the responses get particularly funny when people start sending in tweets of clips of the two of them from the game. 

caroline: should’ve known yall were back on ur bs

caroline: [link to a tweet with the caption oh they are soooo back tg above a video of their interaction in the first quarter: giggling at each other and touching for way longer than necessary under the pretense of azzi helping paige up. it has 5k likes.]

azzi sends a simple im never texting you anything ever again aaliyah. 

kk: dont u have dinner to enjoy

paige, who has grabbed her phone while azzi was crafting her text, giggles at her own phone next to azzi. 

paige: yes. she does. 

paige: muting this gc now 

paige: nosy freaks

and then, she plucks azzi’s phone from her hands, mutes the gc, and drops their phones down on the counter. 

“not ready to share you. we can text them later.” she grins at azzi, and tries to slide between her legs, head coming in for a kiss.

azzi gives in to a chaste peck before pulling back. “dinner first. kissing after.”

paige groans, but obliges when azzi shoos her back to the stove, hopping off the counter after her to assist with the assembly. 

as she digs around in the cabinets to find cooking spray, she prompts, “so. tell me how dallas has really been.”

the chat as they cook, filling each other in on the bigger things that have happened in the last year as they move seamlessly around the kitchen, like bob getting promoted and azzi getting a new car. and it’s a little bittersweet, at the reminder of the distance that’s grown between them, but azzi finds herself simply wanting to know more, share more. they can’t change the past, redo the last year and figure their shit out earlier, but she’s surprised to find herself beginning to be okay with that as long as she has paige now, and in the future. 

the warm simplicity of it, the domesticity of moving around the kitchen in sync, makes azzi’s heart feel like it's about to burst out of her chest. and she knows she must be really gone because paige gently smacking her ass every time she passes by is somehow cute. lord help her. 

“missed this,” she says quietly at one point, when paige comes to stand behind her at the stove to flip one of the quesadillas. it's the understatement of the century, but she knows paige will understand the thousands of meanings embedded into the two words.

“yeah,” she agrees, dropping a kiss to azzi’s shoulder. “me too.”

they decide to eat on the floor, backs against the kitchen cabinets, because it allows for them to be touching in multiple places, paige’s legs splayed out in front of them and azzi practically in her lap, balancing their shared plate on her knees. she ignores how ridiculous she feels at the fact that being able to be as close as possible to paige takes precedence over the convenience of sitting at an actual table. 

her prefrontal cortex has been replaced by a picture of paige’s face. whatever.

as they scarf down their quesadillas, azzi hears one of their phones vibrating on the counter above them with a call. she reaches above her, fumbling around without looking to try and find it so she doesn’t have to stand up, and smiles triumphantly when her hand makes contact with the buzzing plastic. 

of course it’s her mother. 

paige grins, and swipes to answer it before azzi can protest. 

katie’s opening line is “34 points! i’m so proud of you, honey!” and they can hear tim echoing his agreement in the background. azzi knows very well that this is a front and that the last thing she’s calling about right now is basketball, but she plays along. 

“hey, mom, thank you,” she says, suspicious. 

“any particular reason you were playing so well, anything to do with that phone call we had last week?” 

and. ah yes. there it is, not even ten seconds into the call. paige looks like she just won the lottery, the bitch , shit-eating grin sliding across her face. azzi mouths don’t and tries to feign innocence. “nope, just. y’know, felt good today.” 

tim’s voice adds on to the humiliation ritual that is azzi’s life, asking, “not showing off for anyone or anything?”. 

“nope.” she says, popping the p and letting them sit in silence for a second. 

she sees paige open her mouth in her peripheral and lunges to try and cover it but its too late, and paige’s cheerful “hi katie, hi tim!” is muffled through azzi’s hands.

paige is so, so dead. azzi is going to withhold kisses from her for like. at least 10 minutes. 

her parents are immediately a chorus of smug hellos and laughter on the other end of the line. they all suck. 

“so you guys finally figured your shit out, huh?” her mom asks, and what is happening? why is azzi being subjected to this?

“azzi’s fault,” paige claims, amidst the younger girl’s protests. “do you know how dumb your daughter is?” she continues, showing off for azzi’s parents like the absolute kiss up that she is. azzi mentally extends the no kissing time frame by another 10 minutes.

“well of course! that’s why you’re the favorite.” says her dad, laughing on the other end, and azzi groans into paige’s arm. 

“ oh my god. i’m hanging up on you guys. we’ll call you tomorrow,” she whines, but the laughter only continues. 

her parents and paige chat briefly, getting updates on their lives with azzi chiming in occasionally with commentary, and her mother begrudgingly lets them hang up after informing them she was going to call amy like the absolute gossip she was. 

paige tries to kiss her in the silence following the dial tone, but azzi’s mental timer is still running and she’s not about to let paige start something on the floor of the kitchen, so she pushes paige up off the ground to start the dishes. 

she decides to put on music while the blonde begins loading the dishwasher, and slides back onto the counter, grabbing paige’s phone so she can connect to the speakers she knows are hidden somewhere in the room (paige has too much money for her own good, but at least she has taste.)

“what’s your password?” she tosses at paige. it's weird having to ask, and it's a melancholy reminder of the last year, but then.

silence in response. she glances up, confused, and immediately laughs at paige’s caught expression. 

“ oh my god. you love me so much,” she exclaims, typing in 3505, the same as it's been since that first summer session before azzi’s freshman year. “this is a new phone, too, i can tell.”

“yeah, yeah, okay. chill. changing it felt wrong.” her voice is bashful, almost embarrassed, and, well, that just won’t do.

she pulls the blonde over and traps her between the vee of hips by tangling her ankles behind paige’s back. her arms wrap around paige’s neck, and azzi takes in how beautiful she is, faint blush painting her cheeks. she knows there must be some lingering insecurity, god knows azzi would need centuries of reassurance to come back from the amount of time paige spent pining, and she tries to pick her words carefully to squash as much doubt as she can in one go. 

“i’m sorry it took so long for me to figure out, but i am so, so in love with you. like a concerning amount.”

paige’s blush deepens, and azzi’s heart swells at how happy she looks, here in the dim light of her kitchen in azzi’s tank top.

“ sap.” paige tucks her grin into azzi’s shoulder, before pulling back to look at her. “s’okay. we got here eventually.” 

and, yeah. they did. 

she leans in to kiss azzi, who meets her halfway, and then the open dishwasher and pan in the sink is forgotten in favor of paige’s mouth on her throat, her stomach, her thighs, her cunt.

she eats azzi out slowly, reverently, like she’s trying to memorize every sound she makes, every nerve ending, every shift of her hips. paige works her up in mere minutes, azzi’s back arching against the marble countertop and paige’s name tumbling from her lips. she keeps her there, on the edge for a second, just looking up at azzi, taking it in.

and it's nice, or whatever, that paige wants to savor the moment, but azzi wants to come. she doesn’t even know the words that are coming out of her mouth, begging for paige to do something, anything, babbling incoherent strings of baby and paige and please. 

her fingers curl in paige’s hair and tug, and then paige is slipping two fingers into the heat of her and sucking her clit in her mouth and that’s all it takes for azzi to break, the world around them ceasing to exist.   

paige pulls away, dazed, and azzi drags her back up for a kiss to taste herself, licking into paige’s mouth and humming in content. (azzi has her so pussy drunk that she doesn’t even make a dessert joke. life is so beautiful.)

but then paige frees her mouth from azzi and mumbles “just so you know, i’m winning. it’s 4-3,” sly grin spreading across her face. azzi is confused for all of three seconds before she shrieks and shoves paige off of her. 

“are you counting orgasms?”

“i’m just saying -”

“oh my god. you’re keeping track of orgasms . paige madison-”

“you’re just annoyed ‘cause you’re losing, ma,” she shrugs, and pats azzi's thigh in mock consolidation. azzi loves her so much that she feels like she doesn’t know what to do with all of it.

she figures a good place to start is to drag paige down the hallway and back towards her bedroom to even the score. she’s never been very good at losing.

AN: hi hello i hope you enjoyed. as always please tell me if you did PLEASE I'm a slut for validation and it will probably make my month. im gonna say very definitively that this is the last chapter, but an angsty paige prequel is hitting my line so you might get that at some point too? idfk. if the smut was terrible I deeply apologize I've never actually written it before so please allow for some grace as I discover how many synonyms of the word vagina there are and how somehow NONE OF THEM sound the way I want them too. sorry for the tangent love you xoxo

[potofsoup]

i love your fourth of july comics every year but this years feels extremely optimistic about biden’s abilities in the face of him letting roe get overturned and funding a gen*cide at worst or letting it happen at best by taking the bare minimum of regulatory action… i mean can he really be trusted at all anymore to do the right thing or act in line with the people’s demands? and how do we know the people behind project 2025 won’t just rig the election again to get in under false pretenses?

Hihi! Thank you for reading and enjoying my July 4th comics every year! I am in a non-US airport en route to a month-long trip in a place with sketchy internet, so sorry in advance for sloppiness in my response (and potentially going radio silent).

But:

I don't think he "let" Roe get overturned, since that was the Supreme Court's overwhelming conservative majority, which really started with Mitch McConnell refusing to approve Obama's appointee and forcing it into a 2016 election issue. The fact that Trump got to appoint 3 Supreme Court Justices is what got us here.

Re: Biden and the Israel/Hamas war ... on the one hand, there's definitely more that he could have done, but on the other hand, they are a whole other country over there. It's Hamas that initiated the Oct 7 attacks and took the hostages. It's Netanyahu and his right-wing government who decided to retaliate to such extreme extent. Biden can talk about how he would really like Netanyahu to stop fighting and step down, but at the end of the day that's not his call, any more than he can stop the Sudan fighting that is near-genocidal either.

So, to come to your question #1: "Can he really be trusted at all anymore to do the right thing or act in line with the people’s demands"?

For me, it's a resounding YES. Guyz, he has passed so much good domestic policies. My spouse works in green energy and the passing of the Inflation Reduction Act halved his anxiety and gave him legitimate hope. The tumblr post I linked to in my comic has links to many of the other great things that Biden has done. Tbh I voted for him in 2020 because "a moldy onion is still better than Trump", and I've been pleasantly surprised. Like how he tried to cancel student loans, the Supreme Court overturned it, and then he came back 6 months later with a different way to do it that didn't lead to a court challenge.

Is he perfect? Hell no. There's tons of stuff that I wish he did more about, or he went further on, but also he's just one guy heading one branch of government who is heading into an election year. (Just like FDR promising not joining WWII, while behind the scenes doing all the Lend-Lease Act stuff). And "the people" have lots of demands, many of them conflicting.

I'd also like to push at the unspoken part of your question... "Can he really be trusted to do the right thing..." compared to whom? Because right now the answer is "compared to Trump." And compared to Trump... I don't even trust Trump to respect the results of a legitimate election. Heck, he might just take his favorite state secrets, sell them to the highest bidder (or just show them off to someone for funzies), and then claim Presidential immunity. A decent Democrat who got stuff done vs someone who probably wants to pardon himself and all his friends and do Project 2025 stuff is not even on the same level. (Do I wish that there was a viable Democratic alternative to Biden? Sure! But who?) Heck, at this point -- imagine if it's Kamala Harris vs. Trump. Who would you vote for?

As for your question #2: "How do we know the people behind project 2025 won’t just rig the election again to get in under false pretenses?"

We don't. But also what can we do besides showing up to vote?

Actually, I need bullet points for this:

The 2022 midterm elections brought in fewer-than-expected election-deniers into crucial electoral offices at the state level, which means that hopefully most state electoral boards will continue to have integrity

Yes, voting is harder but at least we can still vote. So it's about getting out there and getting your vote counted. For some states, it involves waiting in 8 hour lines. For some states, it involves bringing 2 forms of ID. Document. Track. Make sure it's dropped off in a real ballot box and not a fake one. Don't believe messaging that the voting is happening on a different day or location, etc.

A 50.1% majority is easily challenged. A 55% majority, less so. Which means getting people out to vote.

The more people know about and think about the reality of a second Trump term (versus being disappointed by a Biden term), the more they will be motivated to vote against Trump.

Finally, let's be real here: I'm braced for a 2nd Trump term. That said:

I'm still going to go and vote for Biden, because the only way to prevent a 2nd Trump term is to vote.

A Trump term where either the House or Senate is controlled by the Democrats will be *very* different from a clean Republican sweep.

Even with a clean Republican sweep on the federal level, States have so much more power now, and voting the state level stuff will help shore up Democratic goals for the future. States get to draw voting districts however they want. States get to decide on abortion policies. If you live in a deep Red state, there still might be things to vote for that make it easier to live in now, and turn it purple a few elections down the line.

So at the end of the day, it's "Vote AND". Vote and keep living your best life. Vote and tell others about Project 2025. Vote and have hope. Even if Trump wins, at least you'll have voted against him. Vote and stay to build up a progressive wave for the next election.

[i-love-ptv]

Teach Me ─★•♛•★─

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Girlfriend!Reader

Surfing’s all you’ve known since you were young, so of course you’re going to spread the love with your darling boyfriend. It’s a harmless, family friendly activity, what could possibly happen?

Wc: 2,506

SMUTTT!! —Exhibitionism? (They fuck on a beach but nobody else is there) P in V, unprotected sex, no pulling out (SORRYYY) Porn w/ plot

An: GUYSSSS I was on my mf GRIND to get this out for yall!!!! I’m so excited I love it, I’m planning to (hopefully) post a few more fics w Rafe n pogue reader (baby’s name is Buttercup!!)

Feedback is always welcomed and encouraged! xx

“I can’t believe you got me out here, babe.” Rafe groans playfully; his chest rises as he laughs.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” You drag out, your hand resting on his bicep as you walk backwards while facing him.

Your flip-flops slap against your feet in the sand, your hand reaches up, pulling the strap of the heavy beach bag up onto your shoulder again. Rafe’s holding two surfboards; freshly waxed, and one a tad bigger than the other.

It’s rather early— well, not sunrise, but not afternoon. You figured it’d be best to go to the beach around this time, the waves wouldn’t be as high on this breezy morning, so you can finally teach Rafe how to surf.

Your love for surfing emerged when you moved to Kildare; you had met a boy back in elementary school. He was always sporting a backwards cap, his golden hair always peaking out at you.

Turns out, his name was Jackson, JJ for short, and he befriended you almost immediately. Once you both found out that the two of you lived close by, every day was spent together, alongside his best friend John B.

They both taught you how to surf, it took a few months to get the hook of it but that’s besides the point.

…It also doesn’t help that your “teachers” were third (soon to be fourth) graders. How did they even know how to surf? Who knows.

You’ve been surfing longer than you haven't, which is why you vowed to get your boyfriend of two years to join you just one time.

You abruptly stop, making Rafe’s hard chest bump into your back.

“Jesus, babe-“

“Stop! This is the perfect spot.” You stare off into the glistening water, ignoring the look of disbelief on Rafe’s face. He mumbles a few words under his breath half-heartedly, but you don’t seem to care.

You begin to sit everything down, laying the hot pink beach blanket down on the sand. Rafe’s standing there rather awkwardly, waiting for your eventual command.

You turn around, sunblock in hand, “…Y’know you can sit those down, right?” You look him up and down with a questioning look on your face, your tone making his cheeks flush.

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Rafe says with a cough. “I was just uh—pumping these babies, y’know? Maintaining my physique since someone won’t let me go to the gym today.” You roll your eyes at the sight of Rafe (poorly) using the surfboards as if they were dumbbells to do bicep curls.

“Uh-huh. Put those down so I can put your sunblock on.” You look at Rafe expectantly, hand on your hip and all. If it weren’t for your ridiculous remark, Rafe would’ve smirked at your attitude.

“I don’t need sunblock, Buttercup,” Rafe says with a scoff.

Your stance doesn’t change, and your expression doesn’t falter in the slightest. Rafe knows you won’t budge, and you’ll most likely (you will) stand here all day until he gets off his high-horse. So he sighs, and reluctantly steps forward into your arms, making you grin.

You put the sunblock on your hands, rubbing them together before leaving a small smack to Rafe’s face. “Quit it,” Rafe hisses due to the coldness, grabbing your wrists before they could continue to rub his face.

You giggle madly, “Hurry up, let me put this on!” Rafe’s pushing your hands away from his face, while you’re pushing them towards him.

You go back and forth for a little bit with smitten smiles sticking, before Rafe finally allows you to continue.

After maybe fifteen minutes, you both are fully covered, and you swear you can already feel the sun’s rays reflecting off of you.

“Alright, c’mon you big lug,” you tease, pulling him towards the water.

“You’ve been practicing how to pop-up like I showed you, right? Cause it’s even harder to do it on water compared to doing it on land.” You question, looking up at him.

“Yes, mom, I did the homework you assigned me.” Rafe rolls his eyes; he may just be the sassiest guy you know.

You side-eye him, not really believing his remarks. “Oh yeah? Lemme see, right here.”

“Actually, can you give me a demonstration? Y’know, in the water..” Rafe trails off.

“Thought you had it down. sweetheart?” You purse your lips at him. “Yeah, obviously I do. I just need to see it all together. I’m a visual learner, Buttercup.” Rafe flirts, but it completely goes over your head, you’re entirely too excited to surf to even realize.

“Okay, just pay attention real closely, Ray.” You grin at the light brown-haired boy. If Rafe didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought it was Christmas day with the way your eyes were lit up. It almost made Rafe feel bad for the sinful thoughts plaguing his mind.

Almost.

You turn towards the water, walking away from your boyfriend, and his bright eyes roam across your body.

The way that your swimsuit hugged your body nearly made him drool. He swore he nearly cried when you said you’d be wearing a one-piece because it’s easier to surf in, but god is he glad to see it. Your ass peaks out more and more as you walk, and if Rafe doesn’t cool it with the day-dreaming, he’ll be sporting a boner. And that’ll ruin his plan entirely if you saw it.

What is Rafe’s plan, you ask? It’s quite simple really. You see, Rafe honestly didn’t give a shit about surfing. It wasn’t his thing, golf and basketball were. But he couldn’t deny you: his sweet angel, trying to indulge in your favorite activity since you were a child.

Rafe knew that you’ll just be the one surfing all day, while he merely observed. Some may call it perverted, and maybe he is a bit, but Rafe can’t help but want to watch you: wearing little clothing, and soaking wet.

Rafe sees you up on your surfboard, and you look nothing short of ethereal. The sun glistened off your body perfectly, your hair that was once up, now starts to limp down, but Rafe doesn’t mind—not at all, he can’t when you’re on top of that board as gracefully as you are.

The waves flow around you effortlessly, the ripples make your form sway, but you don’t falter even for a second; you never do under any circumstance, and Rafe thinks that’s his favorite thing about you.

You cheer and put your hands up wildly as you ride the white water to the shore. “Did you see me babe? That shit was sick right?!” You exclaim while running towards him, your board long-gone in the damp sand.

Rafe stands up immediately, allowing you to jump into his muscular arms. “Of course I did, baby! You’re amazing.” Rafe speaks softly, he then presses a kiss to your forehead, squeezing you closer to his broad, firm chest.

Before you can get another word in, Rafe’s kissing you deeply; his arms hold you tightly, not allowing your feet to touch the ground.

You place your hands on his face, guiding his lips astray from yours, and he tries to chase them, but he’s unsuccessful. “It’s your turn, Ray.” You whisper, peering at him with your widely-blown eyes.

“Later, angel.” He murmurs, leaning back into you.

His fingers dance across your skin, and you can feel the hunger behind the kiss; you meet him with just as much fever.

You knew of Rafe’s game as soon as you stepped into the car this morning, he was far too enthusiastic about the idea compared to his moans and complaints the night prior when you brought it up.

You weren’t that oblivious to the sneaky glances he threw your way, and his blatant staring at your covered up swimsuit. One day, Rafe will understand just how much you let him get away with.

But for right now, you let him gently lay you down onto the blanket as he kneels into the sand. You let him trail his kisses from your coconut chapstick-covered salty lips down your neck. You’re so glad nobody’s here.

Rafe’s suckling at your neck, no doubt leaving dark hickies on your skin. You both moan in unison.

You grab onto Rafe’s meaty shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his rosy skin. You bite your lip as he continues to go further down your body, he now resides at your cleavage.

“I knew what you were doing the whole time, y’know that, Ray?” You let out an airy chuckle, alongside a breath that was begging to be pushed out.

“Yeah? That means you wanted me just as bad, huh Buttercup?” Rafe whispers cockily, you physically feel his smirk as he starts to nibble on your ear hotly.

“‘F course…Always want you, baby.” You giggle sweetly in his ear. You can feel Rafe’s boner prodding at your stomach, and it only makes you wetter.

“How about I teach you something, hm? How does that sound sweetheart?” Rafe’s now grinding down on your clothed core, your hand finds the back of his neck, your fingers apply the right amount of pressure that gets Rafe going.

“You can do whatever you want with me.” You whisper, as Rafe begins to pull your bathing suit down; the wet material now resting below your belly button.

You whimper softly as Rafe’s tongue meets your nipples, his swirling movements have your back arching up towards him.

“Hey, baby? I know I literally just said you can do whatever, but I need you to stop all this teasin’ shit.” You pant.

Rafe smirks yet again, a part of you wants to wipe it off his face, but the other part just wants to suck him dry while all he can do is smirk.

“Yeah? What do y’want me to do angel?”

“God, just fuck me already Rafe!” You practically whine. The brunette wastes little time in stripping both you and him bare.

“Thought you loved foreplay,” Rafe’s nearly mocking you at this point, it’s borderline cruel but you can’t find a fuck to give.

“I’ve really had it with that mouth of yours today, either fuck me right here, or I’ll leave you will blue balls for the rest of the day.”

Rafe holds his hand out to your face and you lean up awkwardly, spitting on his palm. He pumps himself a few times before he slides into you. “I fuckin’ love when you threaten me. You’re so hot,” Rafe slurs as his cock nestles deeply inside of you, before almost pulling out completely.

“F-fuck..” You gasp as Rafe begins to pick up speed. His thrusts jostle your body, your tits bouncing as he slobbers in between them.

His balls slap against your skin as you cry out; Rafe’s not any better either. His chest heaves as he lets out deep, guttural moans.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Take it.” Rafe emphasizes his words with the rough snapping of his hips. You swear your mouth is touching the sand at this point with the way your moans pour out of your mouth.

“Right there, Rafe!” You can’t help but shout, you can feel him everywhere inside. His dick kisses your cervix, leaving you a mewling mess.

Rafe’s the only man you’ve been with that’s ever been able to make you feel utterly cock-drunk, you both are aware of this. You’ve told him before that the others you’ve been with haven't been able to make you climax as good as Rafe does. He fucks you roughly, yet he always makes sure you feel loved and comfortable throughout.

Rafe nudges your hand, which has a death grip on the blanket beneath you both. His large hands intertwine with your smaller ones.

You can’t tell if you’re tearing up from the love from your boyfriend, or from the brutal pace he’s set on. —Most likely the latter.

The way your pussy tightens around him has Rafe’s mind feeling utterly fuzzy. All he can focus on is you. He knows it’s a matter of time before people start showing, so Rafe uses the hand that held your waist to rub small, yet precise circles onto your clit.

Your bare chest is against his, the skin-on-skin contact making you feel as if you’re on cloud nine on top of the stimulation.

“Ray…Ray I’m c-close, baby.” You can’t barely get a word in. You use your hand to push his back down, trying to somehow get him even closer to you.

Rafe opens his eyes to look at you, since they were squeezed shut moments prior.

You’re laying there, hair spread around your head almost in a halo-like manner, and it doesn’t help that the sun is shining down onto you beautifully. If anything, it makes Rafe’s cock twitch inside of you more.

“Yeah. I’m right with you, Buttercup. I promise.” His breath fans your face, as yours does his.

“Please cum with me. Please—Please baby, please give it to me.” Rafe continues to whine and babble in your ears, pleading for you to give him your release as he starts to reach his.

He can’t be bothered to glance around for possible on-lookers, not when you squeak out weak ‘uh-uh-uh’s.

The pornographic moans which come from the both of you fill the air like a cloud of smoke. You're squeezing his hand as he squeezes your hip, no doubt leaving a bruise behind.

With one strong thrust, Rafe shoots his load inside of you with a high pitch, breathy groan, you feel your euphoric release shortly after.

“Fu-uck,” Rafe hiccups. “‘M sorry, I wanted you to cum first but you were squeezin’ s’much and—“ You interrupted his barely coherent rambling with a kiss to his lips, words of reassurance spilling from your mouth.

Rafe takes a spare towel and gently cleans you, he mumbles and apologizes after you hiss at the contact. He takes his shirt which was once discarded after he cleans himself, then covers your frame. He quickly pulls his shorts back up.

You lay shoulder to shoulder with him, and you crane your neck to look at him with a giddy smile, which Rafe reciprocates immediately.

“I love you, baby.” He speaks softly, not wanting to be any louder than the waves that flow a few feet away from the two of you.

“I love you too, Ray.” You hum tiredly while you curl into him.

There’s a beat of silence before he speaks up, momentarily stopping the circles he was rubbing onto your skin. “…You’re still on the pill, right?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you!” You cackle at him, Rafe tries to maintain his facade but his face breaks as he joins in the laughter.

“I’m serious! That’s a serious question!” Rafe digs his digits into your side, tickling you as he rolls on top of you.

“Whatever! I’m still going to teach you how to surf one day, loser!” You yell with a giggle.

And the thing is, he’ll let you teach him; anything your heart desires.

[nativegirltapes]

angel and drew while on a ......."break"......

notes: ask and you shall receive! angel lowkey look like a bitch in this + this is kind of long for hcs, but i think u guys like the drama so i really wanted to try and cover most bases. if you want me to clarify or maybe even make a part 2 lmk ! <3

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honestly, they’re on “breaks” quite frequently due to angel’s impulsive nature. in the spur of the moment when she’s upset she’ll tell drew “don’t contact me! don’t talk to me! i need time!” and storm off in the car he’s literally paying for. sometimes he’ll try to follow after her, but sometimes if it’s something stupid she’s upset about, he usually just gives her time because he knows she’ll come around.

but when it’s an actual break from one another (because of all the odessa drama), they’re both going through it. angel is sad but is also taking more time to focus on school because she thinks it’s all she really has aside from drew. she isolates herself from almost everyone, besides frat guys she invites over to hopefully fill some void? which void? she’s not sure. she never actually does anything with them, kind of just trying to prove to herself that she can have anyone she wants and she doesn’t need drew. but how is that benefitting literally anyone? again, she’s not sure.

drew doesn’t really isolate when you’re on a break because he does enough of that on normal days. drew tries to spend more time with his friends, specifically his guy friends. he’ll invite them over or go over to their houses. his friends will ask how you guys are doing and drew never ever wants to paint you as a bad person, even when you are on a break for a “pointless” reason, he’ll just lie and say “she’s going through some stuff right now so we’re just kinda taking a break right now, you know?” he’s the sweetest to you, even when you’re not exactly together :((

they both have nights where they really miss each other so they’ll just call each other and ask if they want to see each other, they never say no. it’s kind of an unspoken rule for the both of them; if one calls saying they want to see the other, you can’t say no (but it’s not like they want to say no anyways). it’s so silly because whenever they do this it’s kind of awkward. they’re making small talk because they’re both too stubborn to make it seem like they “care” again. but eventually they both give in and it usually ends in a heavy makeout sesh. “this doesn’t mean we’re back together you know?”

angel is so petty so sometimes she’ll post pictures of her out and about (partying) on her instagram stories and purposefully have guys in her pics because she knows drew will see it. when she realizes that drew seen it but didn’t say anything she’s throwing a fit. but in all honesty, drew doesn’t even care that much. he knows angel’s tactics and knows that she wouldn’t dare do anything.

there’s a lot of late night phone calls where they usually get pretty deep, asking each other if they should just break up for good/a longer period of time. angel is always like “i want this to work drew.” and drew is like “i’m giving you the space you want. what more do you need?” he’s too sweet. angel is so messy though because she knows she has no intentions to break up with drew ever, she just loves causing a scene.

i feel like the worse drew would do when they’re on a break is hang out with one of his girl friends one on one. and while no, there’s no romantic intentions, he still would never tell angel that. he’s just able to decipher platonic and romantic whereas angel’s insane ass is not ………. kind of.

angel is shitposting on every platform she has, especially her finsta and tiktok. sometimes when she’s feeling extra fiesty she’ll even remove drew as a follower just so she can make him “overthink”, but because he’s an old man, he literally do not gaf! half the time it’s just her ranting or talking about her day since she’s used to sharing everything about her day with drew :(

[prettycalla]

|| such small words ||

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Summary: Eddie thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Word count: 2k

Tags and warnings: Established relationship, mentions of self-esteem issues and body image issues, Eddie's a sweetheart (duh), Eddie's POV, slight angst with fluff and a happy ending.

(Honestly I wrote this for me, but hopefully other people enjoy it too! Title is from Creatures in Heaven by Glass Animals.)

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Eddie's not the best for remembering things, if he's completely honest with himself. He's constantly losing his wallet, never seems to know what day it is, and loses track in conversations all the time. He thinks he'd lose his own head if it wasn't attached to his body.

And then he met you, and suddenly he's determined to remember everything. He has a calendar now, and a notebook to write to-do lists in, and post-it notes plastered all over everything.

He never wants you to feel as if you've been forgotten, and he'll go against everything he is as a person to make sure that never happens.

For one, he takes date night very seriously. Every two weeks, you make a point of doing something together - just the two of you. You alternate who makes the plans, and this time, it's Eddie's turn.

There's a band playing at the Hideout tonight. Eddie had seen them a few months back and gotten a copy of their tape after the show. He'd had it playing on the stereo one night when you were over at his place, and you'd really liked it, so he'd made the suggestion of the two of you going to see them together.

It helps that Eddie knows everyone who works there, and knows which seats are the best for acoustics (and which ones aren't completely busted from years of overzealous metalheads).

You aren't just as into the metal scene as he is, but you like a lot of the music and seem genuinely interested when he goes off on one of his (many) tangents, and honestly? That's more than good enough for him.

He's sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a magazine while he waits for you to get ready. He doesn't mind that you take so much longer than him, because really, his routine for going out is making sure that he's clean. It's not that he's lazy, he's just comfortable in how he dresses. And he knows you like him no matter what - you've told him enough times - and while sometimes he has a hard time believing it, he's learned that you don't have any reason to lie to him. He trusts you.

He checks his watch. You're running a little later than usual, so he decides to give you a few more minutes.

When you still haven't come out of your bedroom, he tosses the magazine aside and hauls himself out of the too-comfortable position he'd let himself slump into.

He stands outside your door, hesitant. He doesn't want to disturb you, but he knows how worried you get when you're running late for something.

He hears something clatter to the floor, muffled through the wood of the door. Then another thing. And another.

He takes a little breath and knocks.

"You doin' okay in there, sweetheart?" he calls.

No reply. He tries again.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

Nothing.

Deciding that whatever gets thrown at him for walking in on you half-naked will be worth it to make sure you're okay, he slowly opens the door.

"Before you throw something at me, I did knock, so-" he starts, trailing off when he sees you.

You're sitting on the floor, your head pressed to your knees as you hug your legs close to your chest. The room around you is a mess, clothes and shoes scattered everywhere, all over the floor and across your bed. Drawers lie open haphazardly, and clothes hangers lie in a heap next to your closet.

You're sitting in an oversized T-shirt, tucked into it as much as you possibly can be.

Eddie calls your name softly. You just shake your head in response, refusing to look up at him.

Not one to be deterred, he finds an empty spot on the floor next to you and sits down, crossing his legs.

“Hey,” he says gently. “What’s wrong?”

He hears a muffled little sniffle, and his eyebrows knit together in concern. He hates seeing you upset.

"Baby," he murmurs. "Talk to me."

You shake your head again, and he decides not to push you any further, just sits quietly next to you for a while. More than anything, he wants to pull you into his arms and hold you until whatever it is that's bothering you disappears. But he knows that's not what you need right now, and so he waits.

He knows you'll always talk to him when you're ready.

It takes a while, but eventually, you lift your head slightly. Your eyes are red-rimmed, your cheeks blotchy. You've been crying for a while, from the looks of it. His heart hurts just looking at you.

Eddie leans in a little closer to you. Not quite touching, but enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from you. He holds his tongue between his teeth, giving you the time you need.

"Nothing fits," you whisper hoarsely.

You gesture vaguely to the chaos scattered across the floor.

"It's all too big or too small. None of it's right."

Eddie takes a quick glance around the room, before turning his attention back to you. He wants to ask why it matters, but even he knows how that sounds.

"I just-" you start to say, before your words catch in your throat.

Your eyes are watering again.

"I just wanted to look nice for you," you whisper.

It all tumbles out of your mouth in a rush before you burst into tears, and Eddie's had enough of trying to hold himself back. His arms are immediately around you, holding you tight while you let it out.

"It's okay," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's okay."

You stay like that for a while, wrapped in Eddie's arms while he whispers little nothings to try and soothe you.

Eventually, your shoulders drop and you slowly slump into his hold. Your sobs quieten down to little sniffles, and only then does he risk pulling away ever so slightly to look at you.

"You mind if I say something?" he asks, still keeping his voice soft and low.

He likes to ask now when you're feeling like this. Before, he would just go off on a tangent until you were even more anxious and overwhelmed than you already were. He never meant to upset you, it just hurt him so much to see you like that, and he needed to tell you how amazing you were. He still does, the urge never leaves him. But he knows now that it only does more harm.

So he waits. And he asks.

You nod, giving him the okay.

"I know how you think about yourself," he says. "God knows I don't get it, but I know how it makes you feel."

He gently takes your face in his hands, dark eyes roaming your face. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth, every part of you is perfect to him.

You won't meet his gaze, and he knows you're embarrassed. You hate him seeing you like this.

"It's okay if you don't wanna look at me, I understand," he says. "Just listen to me, okay? I want you to know something. I've said it a million times, and I'll say it a million more times if I have to."

You shake your head slightly.

"Eddie, you don't have to-"

"I want to," he insists softly. "Aren't you always telling me I'm allowed to express how I feel?"

You reluctantly nod. He smiles at you then.

"Well then, you're gonna let me say what I have to say," he says, his tone still light and quiet.

He takes another little breath, to steady himself.

"I think you - yes, you - are the most beautiful thing in this world. And I'm not saying this "because I have to", or whatever bullshit that mean little voice in your head's gonna tell you. I'm saying it because I want to. And because it's the truth."

He gently wipes at your tears with his thumbs, not daring for one second to let you go.

"I don't care what you wear, or how your hair looks, or if you've got food all over your face, okay? Because you're fucking gorgeous, no matter what. Yes, even when you've been up all night with one of your projects. Yes, even when you're drooling all over me in your sleep."

A tiny laugh escapes you at that, and Eddie's heart feels like it's about to burst. He's so in love with you.

He hopes someday he'll find the courage to tell you.

"We don't have to go anywhere tonight, okay? We can just stay home and order some food in and, I dunno, watch The Muppets for the 800th time."

"But it's date night," you tell him worriedly.

Eddie just shrugs. "Yeah, and? I don't care what we do, so long as I'm with you."

He lightly taps your nose, making you laugh again, and God, he could easily become addicted to that sound.

You bite your lip, before you finally nod. Eddie smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get up before my old man knees start giving me shit," he jokes, holding his hand out to you.

You take it with a smile, letting Eddie lead you into the living room. He makes a big fuss out of pulling a blanket around you and setting up the VCR.

"Eddie, I can't get too comfy. I gotta clean my room, it's a mess," you tell him.

Eddie shakes his head.

"Nope, you're not going anywhere," he replies firmly. "Look, how about this? I'll go clean it up, and you can rewind the tape that I obviously just shoved back in the box the last time we watched it. Deal?"

You don't answer right away, and Eddie holds his hand out to you.

"Deal?" he asks again, insistent.

You can hardly keep the smile from your face as you shake his hand.

"Great! Won't be long, I promise," he says.

He leaves you to your task, heading back into your bedroom. It's not as bad as you seem to think - at least, compared to his mess at home. Some clothes on the floor? Please. This is a cake walk.

He might not tidy it quite the way you would, but after a couple of minutes, you can at least get into your bed without having to toss anything out of the way, and the floor's no longer a tripping hazard, so it's practically spotless in Eddie's eyes.

Thankfully, you're still in the same spot when he returns to the living room, the VCR paused and waiting. He knows how hard it is for you to relax sometimes, especially after being so vulnerable like that. It takes a lot out of you, and while he knows he can't fix it, he can at least be there and help you through it.

He shrugs off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, climbing under the blanket with you and pulling you close to him how he likes, with his arms around your waist and your back against his chest.

"Did I keep you waiting long?" he asks, pressing a little kiss to your cheek.

You shake your head.

"Good. Hit play, I'm dying to know what happens," he says with a little squeeze to your waist.

"You know what happens," you retort, but you do as he says anyway.

You lean your head back against his chest, pulling the blanket up to your chin, as the upbeat opening music starts to play. Eddie threads his fingers through your hair, only half-focused on the movie.

He still can't believe he gets to hold you like this. That you're really with him.

He makes a promise to himself. That he's not gonna wait forever to tell you how he really feels.

You deserve to hear those three little words.

And somehow, in spite of all his worries, all his insecurities, he thinks you'll say them back.

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