#i couldn’t take the pictures of it in my bed bc i sleep in a loft bed and it’s too close to the ceiling

[conspicuous-clown-car]

oh my god

anything for you dearest mutual @cacaocheri <3

[therealvalkyrie]

bath + asparagus time

[lqvesoph]

Puppy Love || LN4

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: Lando came home from his ‘best day at work’ and you take matters into your own hands to reunite the little puppy and your boyfriend

a/n: I couldn’t resist writing something about this bc that video has me in a chokehold

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"Baby, you won’t believe what just happened!!", your boyfriend exclaimed as he opened the door to your shared apartment.

You chuckled, moving out of the kitchen where you were making dinner to greet him in the hallway.

"Look! Oh my god!", he called, pulling out his phone and showing you a picture of him sitting on a chair, with an adorable little puppy in his arms. Your eyes widened. "Oh, Lan, that’s so cute!", you said, putting your hand in front of your mouth.

"I know right??", he spoke excitedly, swiping through his gallery to show you the other pictures. "Look! It just said down in my lap", he said, pressing play on a video.

"Lando, she’s adorable!", you muttered. "Yeah", he smiled. "Shame I can’t keep her." "She really did look incredibly comfortable on you", you agreed and looked up to find a sad smile on Lando’s face and put your hand on his cheek.

"Hey, cheer up", you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Soo, what’s for dinner?", Lando asked after pulling away, a slightly happier smile gracing his face now.

*~*~*

Later that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about that video Lando showed you. So, as quietly as you could you sat up in your shared bed and pulled out your laptop, searching for the shelter that he’d told you about.

You looked through the website and found the small dog. "Lia, three months old", you read as you clicked through the pictures.

Your fingered hovered over the blue button, hesitating for a second but one look at the sleeping boy beside you, gave you the reassurance you needed. As quietly as you could you closed the laptop and went back to sleep.

The next morning Lando was up before you, as usual. You found him in his sweaty training clothes in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.

"Good morning", you greeted him, standing in the door and leaned against it. "Oh hey", he called, walking over and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. You scrunched your nose.

Lando rolled his eyes before giving you another peck. "I know, I’ll shower", he chuckled, walking past you towards the bathroom.

"Lan, I wanted to tell you that I’m flying to the UK for today", you called, making the boy stop in his tracks. "Why?", he questioned, turning around. You panicked for a second, not knowing what to tell him without revealing your surprise.

"Uhm, Mum wanted to go shopping together", you lied, slapping yourself internally. Lando frowned. "Uh, okay? I’m coming with you, when are we leaving?", he wanted to know.

"No no, you have your dinner with Zak and that businessman tonight and I’ll probably will sleep at my parents’", you quickly waved it off. Lando nodded, still eying you strangely. "Well, okay then. Let me shower and then I can drive you to the airport", he muttered, before turning around to enter the bathroom.

You let out a sigh, hating yourself for not telling Lando the whole truth but reminding yourself that his face tonight will he the greatest reward.

*~*~*

You touched down in Heathrow around 1pm, quickly texting Lando that you had arrived before rushing out of the airport to find a taxi that would take you to Battersea.

In front of the Dog’s and Cat’s home you stepped out, thanking and paying the driver before making your way to the door.

"Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n", you told the woman at the reception. "I made an online appointment yesterday to meet with a little puppy." The brunette smiled and nodded. "Let me check for a second. Ah, yes, just down the corridor and the second door to your left. Mia should be waiting for you there", she said, whereupon you thanked her and walked down to where she had described.

You knocked on the door and waited for Mia to call, but instead she opened the door, the same warm smile on her lips as the receptionist.

"Hi, you must be Miss Y/l/n, nice to meet you!", she greeted you, reaching a hand out for you to shake. "Nice to meet you too, and please call me Y/n", you replied, following her into the room.

"So, you are here for Lia, right?", she smiled as you walked closer to the play area of about five puppies. She then took one puppy with white and brown fur out of the area.

"Oh my god, she’s even more adorable in person", you muttered as the woman placed the puppy in your arms. "Heyy, little one", you whispered, softly petting her back.

"She really seems to like you", Mia noted and nodded towards the puppy who had closed her eyes and snuggled into your arms. "Can I keep her?", you asked softly. "We gotta go over some documents first but then, sure", Mia smiled and showed you to her office.

"Okay, first of all, do you live with anyone because if you do we need their permission as well", she stated and you looked up. "Yes, I do, I live with my boyfriend in Monaco. Actually, he met the little one yesterday at work", you chuckled.

Mia stopped writing and looked at her questioningly. "Excuse me?"

"Lando Norris, you recently signed a cooperation with McLaren and he came home yesterday telling me all about that little surprise you did for him and even showed me a few videos of Lia and I wanted to surprise him with this", you explained. First Mia looked at you rather skeptical, then she started typing on her computer.

"Okay, I guess you are telling the truth", she mumbled, turning around to show you pictures of Lando and you in the paddock, the search being ‘Lando Norris Girlfriend’. You tried to hide your chuckle but failed.

"I’m sorry but the possibility of you being a crazy fan is pretty high, I didn’t mean to insult you", she immediately apologized but you waved her off. "No, it’s fine. I understand", you chuckled as she blinked a few times.

"Okay, back to the questions. I guess you have the permission of your partner. Then Monaco you said?", she moved on. You nodded. "She’d have a little play buddy in Leo, a friend’s dog, and I’m sure Alex and Charles would be happy to help us with everything in the beginning", you explained.

You went over a few more details such as allergies and vet check ups. "Okay, last one is financial security but I guess that won’t be a problem", she chuckled and if you weren’t so focused on Lia you’d have been slightly offended at her judgmental tone.

She pushed the documents over the table for you to sign and watched as you scribble your name on the line.

"Then I am happy to tell you, you have just adopted a dog", she smiled and handed you her hand to shake.

You said goodbye to her, quickly asking where the next pet shop was to get the necessary things.

Then you made your way outside again, the small puppy in your arms. "Okay, little one, let’s go shopping and then we can go home and surprise your new daddy", you whispered, gently petting her head.

Your flight back home was scheduled to arrive at 8pm, from where you then took a taxi back to Monaco.

"Welcome home, Lia", you muttered, letting her down as you closed the front door. You could tell she was curious but careful at the same time, always keeping close to you.

You placed your bag with dog food, some bowls and toys on the kitchen counter and then went to sit down on the couch and Lia immediately jumped up to cuddle into your arms again, which made you chuckle.

About two hours later you heard a key in the door and Lando entering the apartment. You decided not to say anything and simply wait until he would come into the living room, although the lights of the TV still filled the room.

"Hello?", Lando asked. "Is anyone there?" Cautiously he entered the living room, placing a hand on his heart when he saw it was only you sitting there.

"Jesus, baby, I thought there was someone in our home!", he called. "I thought you said you’re only coming back tomorrow"

"Well…", you giggled and then lifted your arm to reveal the sleeping puppy on your arm. Lando’s eyes widened, scanning the little dog.

"Wha-", he muttered perplexed. "Meet little Lia. Again", you added giggling. "You- is- is that the puppy from Battersea?", he stuttered, sitting down next to you. You nodded with a smile.

"Wha- How- Did you fly to England just to-", he continued stammering, making you reach for his hand. "She loved you and you can’t fool me and tell me you didn’t feel the same. And about all the traveling, I can take care of her when I’m not coming to race weekends, Alex does the same. And she even has a little play buddy in Leo", you told him, interwinding your fingers.

"I love you so much, baby", he whispered and pulled you into a kiss. A small high pitched bark interrupted you and you pulled apart.

"Heyy, princess", Lando whispered, laying down so his head was level with the puppy in your arms. Lia got up and carefully sniffed Lando, probably recognizing his scent from just two days ago as she then cuddled up next to him.

You two laughed and petted her small body.

"She’s the cutest", you noted with a smile. "And you’re the best", Lando smirked up at you. "My two girls!"

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yourinstagram: Welcome home little Lia💞

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landonorris: my girlssss

alexandrasaintmleux: Omg I can’t wait for playdates!!

yourinstagram: Yessss omggg, lets leave the boys at home then

landonorris: Hey!

alexandrasaintmleux: Ofc

charlesleclerc: Hey!

lilyzneimer: The cutest omg!!

mclaren: So excited to meet the little girl

fan: Omg how cute is that!!

fan: The dog on the wheel lmaooo

fan: Already coming for Lando’s seat

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landonorris: Newest member of the fam

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yourinstagram: girl dad🩷

landonorris: Yessss

charlesleclerc: Lets go play paddle when the girls leave us…

landonorris: GREAT idea

carlossainz: I wanna meet her asap!!

oscarpiastri: Why couldn’t you get a cat…

landonorris: bc dogs are superior, duh

mclaren: Newest member of Mclaren🧡

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fan: I think so, yes

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[ywuji]

Omg so like I want to hear your thoughts on perv!Megumi like finally after so long of Gojo teasing him for being in college for two years at this point and being single, he’s finally procured a pretty girlfriend who’s unfortunately (for her) so naive and sweet??🩷💕 Idk I got shy but I know you’ll do something good with this lol

ik i told u id post this after my wips but i started on it n i couldnt stop i liked the idea too much LOL im sorry for being so confusing D; tysm for the ask though!!! :o i rlly enjoyed writing this!!! (n don’t be shy ahjwhs you’re so lovely T_T♡)

perv!megumi !!! please i feel like he’s the type to be a pervert that’s kinda embarrassed n self aware about himself—especially bc gojo kept teasing him all those years n he was kinda just jacking off to whatever x-rated video that came up first (i feel like perv!megumi is highkey into hentai too but he’s taking that to the grave!!)

n when gets a pretty little girlfriend who acts so cute and who he loves so much, when he gets hard he can’t help but let some of that side of him slip out from time to time...

i think he’s also the type to take lots of pictures,, like pictures while you sleep, peeking through your door while you shower, in clothing store changing rooms while you change, upskirt pictures… he’ll make you his little model!! some of them you know about but some of them you don’t, he’s so lewd.

it’s not just pics of you he takes, it's some of himself too. i feel like one of the things he’d love to do to you is when you tell him to come with you to some random uni event, n he’ll randomly disappear in the middle of it, only to go to the bathroom to take pictures of his hard leaky cock to send you with some casual caption like he didn’t just do that ?!?! he’s crazy (more under the cut)

it’s not megumi’s fault he’s so in his head about you, he still just doesn’t really know how he managed to get someone as pretty and doting as you are as his. 

he sometimes feels guilty for being so obsessed with you—your body clad in pretty little outfits that you show off to him with a twirl, the way you’ll always show him your shiny new sparkly nails when you get them done, how he’s always the first one you’ll pick to talk to about something new you’ve found to love—it’s all that seems to be on his mind recently.

maybe it was gojo’s accidental doing, those feelings of guilt. unintentionally planting a little growing seed of shame in him the first few times he started teasing him for not having a partner yet at his ‘big age’, borderline lecturing him with the ‘when i was your age’ stuff—maybe that was the logical reason why he felt so attached to you, the reason he couldn’t help getting fully erect even when he only saw as much as a pair of your flung-away panties lying at the edge of your bed when coming to your room one day.

but when he recalls back to those nights where you’re innocently cuddled against him, watching whatever movie, a quiet ‘megumi?’ leaving your lips as a sign to tell him you’re falling asleep, and he finds himself shifting in his seat, carefully adjusting your head to let you rest comfortably on him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he strokes it and tells you a ‘sleep now, angel’, he knows that’s not the reason.

nevertheless, he’s always been worried about it, thoughts of ‘am i doing too much?’ or a ‘would she not like this?’ clouding his mind. but for every single thought like this he has, he’ll always have two more memories where he’s coming up to you, his sweet-faced little girlfriend, waiting for him with open arms and open heart. and to him, it means more than the world.

and as his cheerful sweetheart girlfriend, you’ve never really minded of course.

you know he’s at least a little perverted, asking to take those pictures of you trying on your new swimsuits, or bras, or skirts, or those times when he pulls out after spilling his load into you, and the first thing he does after making sure you’re okay is to go face-to-face with the trail of cum seeping out of you to snap a few photos.

honestly, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. you just take these moments, seeing what you do to him, as a way of reassuring yourself that he really does just love you that much. and he really does. really!! :(

no matter how innocent or dirty the context, he’ll let you know whenever he gets that warm little feeling in his chest.

“i-i love you,” he pants, head coming up from sucking marks on your neck, languid thrusts coming to a gentle stop as he peers up at you with flushed cheeks. it feels like he’s admitting it for the first time again.

when you stare at him with his same love-drunk look, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, whispering out an “i love you too, gumi”, he’ll pause a moment to study your expression before gently raising you further up the bed, hooking his hand under your leg and repositioning it around his waist.

he’ll drop down to press a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and picking up the pace again, now only determined to make you cum.

when he thinks of times like these, despite what you’re doing together, it’s innocent in his head.

a time where that’s not so much the case though is when you persuade him to come with you to some uni exhibition event, looking up at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes and as many ‘pleeeaaase, gumi’s and ‘please, guuuum’s as you could muster—cause it’s not like he could say no to that, right?

at first he put up an act of feign stubbornness. but eventually he agreed—only when he knew you’d excitedly hug him and press your soft chest to his as a thank you for it though.

he’d tour the hall with you, watching you gaze in awe at everything with your cute, simple curiosity, occasionally pointing out little things in the pieces he liked. before the artist began their talk though, he got up from his seat, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before muttering a “‘m g’na go to the bathroom.”

in an empty stall, he’ll sit atop the lid and pull down his jeans, freeing his stiffening cock from his underwear. he quietly groans as he pumps himself a few times, a slow trickle of translucent white leaking down from his tip.

he silently curses, throwing his head back, thinking about how you let him flip up your pretty skirt before you left, letting him take a peek at your cute ass in the frilly panties he bought for you.

he reaches for his phone, fumbling to send a picture of the sight to you, adding a casual caption of something like ‘hi pretty girl’ or ‘u look so pretty today, angel’.

he pauses, realising that maybe you won’t see it for a little while. he’s imagining you so obediently listening to the artist speaker to notice the ping of his notification—he enjoys that thought too, but he can’t say why.

he’s careful not to thrust up into his fist, not wanting to make too much noise, but it’s futile—he’s too hard staring at the lewd shots of you saved in his secret hidden album—the way you act so innocently, the way you have no clue what the true extent is of what you do to him. he can’t help but let a few breathy whines slip.

he won’t let himself cum though, thinking he’s too good to be letting himself release over some scrunched up, bathroom tissue when he’s got his own pretty little girlfriend waiting for him a few halls down.

he sighs. cleaning up and tucking himself back into the band of his briefs, leaving the stall and washing his hands, walking back out like nothing happened.

[highvern]

YUCK

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive moments

warnings: mentions of illness/body fluids (snot, vomit), avoidant attachment from reader, Hoshi best boy

Length: ~2.9k

Note: more of this couples bc im crazy thank u @gyuswhore

series m.list: Houdini [s], Green Light [s, f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]

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Two and a half months of hooking up with a guy who may or may not be a furry and things start feeling…comfortable. 

You’ll pretend until the day you die that every time the weekend rolls around you won’t end up naked in Soonyoung’s bed. Or your own. Usually it is your own because he has more roommates than you and yours leaves to stay at her boyfriend’s until Monday night which means there is no need to keep quiet (which you and Soonyoung both struggle with but you refuse to acknowledge that fact). 

It allows for many nights bent over the kitchen counter, Soonyoung’s chest hot against the back of your thighs as he works you up with his mouth. Or occasional nights on the couch after you both are too into each other to make it upstairs to your room, planted firmly in his lap while pinning his hands to the cushions. There's also the nights he drags you straight to bed and demonstrates exactly what all the pictures you took while tucked away in the privacy of a gross bar bathroom did to him. 

You’re pretty sure Soonyoung has picked up on your game by now because instead of asking ‘if’ he’s taken to asking ‘when’ he can come over. And it's annoying that it doesn’t really annoy you at all.

Soonyoung comes over on Friday nights and leaves Saturday afternoon, except when he shows up on Saturday mornings and stays well into Sunday night. Or the occasional weekend where you remember who you are and show up on his door and leave three hours later with cum still drying on your thigh as you walk past his roommates still pregaming in the living room.

Except now it's Friday and you’ve got nothing on your mind except for the inside of a toilet bowl and the cool tile of the bathroom floor.

Call it food poisoning or maybe the flu, but you’ve been in and out of sleep since the early hours of dawn. Shivering on the floor, the only company you have is a pile of dirty clothes. Even the crack of light under the door is too much stimulation for your illness-racked brain to tolerate.

“Y/N?” your roommate calls from the other side of the darkness, out in the hallway where it's safe from whatever curse is making home in your gut. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home? I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine,” you groan. Your words couldn’t convince the deaf but you try anyway. 

She responds but it slips right past because another bout of nausea takes hold.

You manage to fall asleep at some point, clammy on the floor with aching hips. Maybe an hour or maybe ten minutes. It doesn't really make a difference because you still feel like shit when the door opens and the hall light burns through your retinas.

“Hazel, I said I’m— What are you doing here?” you croak from the floor. 

Soonyoung stairs down at you, face soft with something that might be worry but it’s probably just the fever melting your brain. “You look like shit.” 

“You always know just what to say.” The usual snark isn’t there, replaced by a pathetic helpless whine of discomfort because all you want is to curl up and die. “Did you come to insult me or…?”

“Hazel let me know you were sick and usually sick people need medicine and soup so I brought that and this tea my mom used to give me as a kid.” 

“Are you trying to cure me so you can get your dick wet?” 

“No. If I wanted to stick my dick in a Petri dish I feel like there are easier ways to go about it.” He kneels right next to you like he isn’t the slightest bit concerned about catching the plague brewing in your immune system. A cool hand cups your cheek, thumb gentle at your temple where a dull throb has haunted you all day. You lean into the comforting touch without much thought.  “When was the last time you showered?” 

“I don’t know. Like two days ago?” 

“Yeah, I can smell that. Alright my little germ cell, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

His arms snake under yours, dragging you from the floor even with your muscles limp. It takes more maneuvering but you don’t bother helping. If he wants to play not-so-sexy nurse and patient then that's his problem. The warmth of his sweater is welcome though. 

“Is this some weird fetish thing?” Nose buried in Soonyoung’s chest, it comes out in a jumble. “Because I can’t handle this and the furry stuff.” 

“Yes, caring about your health is a fetish for me. Really gets me off knowing you’ve been a good girl and taken your vitamins.” 

“I knew it.” you whisper. “I’m not calling you daddy if that’s what you want.” 

Soonyoung laughs and the movement sends another bolt of pain through your skull. He tuts over your responding whimper and what may be his lips press to the side of your head briefly. It’s warm and comforting, the beat of his heart lulling you into the first satisfying rest since you woke up. Your hands bunching the front of his shirt are desperate for anything to keep you steady. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t release you while setting things up for a shower; accommodating for your weight with a slow shuffle and more placating coos against your hairline every time you protest a sudden jostle. The chill of the bathroom fully sets in when he pushes down your sweats and shucks off your snot stained sweater before tossing away his own. If you weren’t barely functioning it might even be impressive that he’s kept you in his arms the entire time.

“If you’re trying to fuck me, I hope you don’t mind snot.” You blow your nose against the curve of his neck just to be a bitch. 

You feel more naked under the stream of water than you ever have, which is ironic given you’ve had Soonyoung face to crotch more times than you can count. Something about the non-sexual nature of nudeness, feeling the least sexy you ever have while he scrubs you down with gentle hands, turns your stomach more than before.

“I’m not trying to fuck you,” he laughs again; a thousand volts straight to the heart. “Don’t worry.” 

You pop out of hiding, hurt by the idea. “You don’t want to fuck me?” 

Soonyoung’s face is soft, cheeks round and hair already damp to his forehead. He isn’t disgusted by the puke on your breath or the sweat matting your hair. Or if he is, he hides it well. “I always want to fuck you but right now I’m trying to make sure you don’t die.” 

You dive back into his shoulder, mind numb to anything beyond the silky feel of hands washing away days of ick. You’ve felt his hands on almost every part of your body but right now they lack the characteristic urgency from those moments where you can’t get enough of each other quick enough. He’s touching you the way he does in the glow of the moon after you’ve both been satisfied, when Soonyoung thinks you’re asleep and you let him as every curve and dip and hill of your body is covered in gentle strokes like he’s committing you to memory.

“I can do that on my own,” you argue. 

The facts aren’t stacked in your favor right now but it’s the principle: you don’t need him to take care of you. You can handle it on your own. He’s only here because you let him.

“Oh, I know. Now close your eyes so I don’t get soap in them.”

He cups your face, thumbs rubbing away the sweat that's been caked on since morning. Then it’s a rough washcloth doused in the scent of your face wash but you swat it away in favor of the calluses on his fingers. If you weren’t a dead woman walking he’d never get a chance to be this close. 

How is it more terrifying for someone to wipe away your boogers than let him see you naked multiple times a week? A question knotting your stomach into tight pieces as Soonyoung hums some tune you don’t recognize like he’s more than happy to do so.

Your brain stops working after so long; too exhausted from everything to think more about what this all means. Not even the familiar flat press of his front against yours can incite a response beyond content. All the world shrinks into the pitter patter of the water swirling around the drain, and the parts that are warmed by Soonyoung and the parts that are waiting to be.

When you come back to awareness, the waters off and he is whispering something into your clammy forehead.

“Hmmm?” 

“I said, it’s time to get out.”

More shuffling gets you back into your room where the mattress takes your weight while he digs around for fresh clothes. You roll onto your side, clad in a towel and nothing else, resound to fall asleep then and there.

“Alright, arms up,” he commands. 

You try to pull away, diving back into the pillow soaked from your hair but Soonyoung gets you up at the waist, maneuvering stiff limbs patiently.

“Do you have an armpit fetish too?” you ask with the collar stuck around the top of your head. 

“And you call me a freak?”

Next is pants, and it takes a few tries for you to even consider being helpful. Soonyoung lifts each leg individually, working the fabric as far as he can. Then a few dramatic grunts from coordinating your entire body weight but you’re back in a clean pair of pajamas and tucked under the covers. Soonyoung didn’t rise to any more of your snide remarks about being naked. He simply avoiding your bare skin like it’d burn. Not even his favorite thing about you (boobs) gets any attention, just a few chuckles and more kisses into your temple.

You melt into the plush mattress, hidden beneath a pile of blankets from the cruel world that cursed you with new realizations you're not prepared for just yet. 

Eyes closed the entire time, you hear Soonyoung leave without so much as a goodbye. In theory it’s what you want. Exactly how you prefer; you alone, him somewhere you can pretend all the confounding feelings don’t exist. You didn’t even want him to show up in the first place, but now that he’s been here and you’re horrifically aware how nice it feels to have someone take care of you. You miss him. 

And as soon as the pit opens up, you hear someone shuffling down the hall coming towards your room.

“Alright, once you eat something you can sleep.”

The thought of food tightens your stomach more than the fact he didn’t leave you but he’s right. You need fluids and you’re not strong willed enough to get them yourself.

After the first few bites, you feel a little more human and less like a walking sack of shit. With it, the discomfort of this entire ordeal rears with a new vengeance. 

“Why are you here?” It sounds like an accusation.

He doesn’t even miss a beat. “Because I like you.” 

Soonyoung says it matter of factly, the same way the sky is blue and water is wet, while shoving another bite into your mouth.

You’re too exhausted for a fight right now; not with the only person making a real effort to keep you alive, but the instinct is strong after years of low expectations and plenty of disappointment.

“Why?” 

“Because I just do.” 

Your eyes meet over the spoon. He doesn’t look annoyed or perturbed or even angry. He likes you whether you like it or not. 

“I don’t date.” 

“Okay,” he agrees, wiping at the spill dripping from your chin.

“You aren’t gonna argue?” 

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and your need for confrontation with it. “You don’t wanna date? That’s fine. I’ll take whatever I can get, even if that’s spoon feeding you on your deathbed.” 

You take the next bite before commenting, “You’re so weird.” 

“I like you too. Now open up for the airplane.” He makes the noise and the medicine twists your brain into actually finding it funny. “How are you pretty even when you’re blowing your nose on my shirt?”

“Deal with the devil.”

He passes you a cold cup when you brush away the remainder of the soup. One sip is all it takes.

“How did you know I like the orange Gatorade?”

“I asked Jun to give me June’s number and she gave me Hazel’s number and I asked while I was at the store.”

“You went through all that trouble just to buy me the right Gatorade?” you snort.

“It really wasn’t any trouble.”

It isn’t but it’s more than anyone else has ever done for you. The fresh wave of nausea has nothing to do with your cold.

“I’m tired,” you tell him. 

The mess is cleaned up in silence. You pretend to fall asleep and Soonyoung lets you until he’s shoving more medicine your way. 

You shake your head, failing to refuse because Soonyoung is doing that dumb airplane nose again and when you cough up a laugh he shoves the spoon in your mouth and you’re left with no choice but to swallow.

Then he’s up and you watch through heavy eyes as he gathers his things. You’ll blame it on the drugs loosening the clutch you have on your emotions later.

“Where are you going?” you ask with faux apathy, negated by the fist tangled in the hem of his sweatshirt in case he evaporates away.

“Home. Unless…you want me to stay?” A tug at the sweater is your answer to that horrible thought. “Oh, thank god – I was getting sad.”

You roll over, offering him your back to curl around. The muscles tensed around your spine soften when he does. 

I sleep better when you’re here.

You won’t tell him that but Soonyoung stiffens for a moment and the fear you’ve said the wrong thing creeps in where fatigue hasn’t rooted just yet. But a kiss to your covered shoulder and a hand under your sweater, flat against your stomach so you stay as close as possible calms the thoughts enough you can drift off.

It’s strange. Having the heat of his body at your back without the limpness of a good fuck still coursing through your veins to thaw the parts that hate pillow talk and the stickiness that come with it.

What's even stranger is that you don’t really mind it all. If anything, it’s actually pretty nice.

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okay hi just a warning rq my autocorrect is off bc it autocorrected my friend’s name to fuckin malayalam on accident. i dont like autocorrect.

ANYWAY! ive been listening to my lovely olivia rodrigo lately, specifically her new song obsessed. i wanted to know if you could make a fic with Ethan x fem! reader where readers bitchy friend has this ex (Ethan) and she made him out to be a real dick. like, manipulating and everything.

reader eventually meets him and it turns out that she remembers… a lot about him considering her friend is a constant yapper and cant shut up about him. Ethan actually turns out to be a real cutie patootie and could literally never hurt anyone.

a few days later theyd meet again at some club or party maybe where they end up hitting it off… a little too well.. yeah so she ends up in his bed (smut part, very dom ethan plspls 😛😛). they could be talking about something really random and then reader brings up how her friend basically completely lied about him and said he was a piece of shit when he really wasnt. like a realllll fluffy end before a small cliffhanger thats never gonna get finished where her friend ends up finding out and texting her.

so sorry if thats too long or confusing idk but i actually love your work so much im lowkey your #1 fan. 😍😍😍

HELLO! I switched this up a little, I hope that's okay! 💕

Also, I fucking loved the 'leave it on a cliffhanger part that won't get finished' because WHY IS THAT WHAT I DO lmao

Obsessed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 1

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: Your friend told you horrible lies about her ex-boyfriend, and once you get to know him, you realize he's not the monster she made him out to be.

Contains: Mentions of a toxic relationship, Dom-ish cocky Ethan, rough-ish sex, oral - f receiving, p in v, fluff (If I missed anything, PLEASE let me know. I'm sleep deprived atm)

A/N: This was the one that pulled me out of my writers block, lmao. It's still not where I want it to be, but I'm TRYING. I'll try to post more this week, but I will be busy so bear with me haha.

You didn’t know Ethan Landry, but you knew you didn’t like him. He used to date one of your friends, and after hearing all the horrible things he’d said and done during their relationship, you thought he was really scummy.

They dated in high school and couldn’t get enough of each other, so they wanted to go to the same college. They broke up right before freshman year started, and after almost a year, she still talked about him every chance she got. She’d tell you how controlling he was. The things he’d call her when he was mad. How he cheated on her. You couldn’t believe that she stayed in the relationship for as long as she did, because she never had anything good to say, except that she loved him.

You’d seen pictures of him, and after walking into one of your classes at the start of the new semester, you saw him in person for the first time. He was so shy as he took his seat in the lecture hall, some of the girls making their little comments about the rumors they’d heard about him. He didn’t seem like the type that would do the things your friend said, but maybe he was just really good at playing innocent. All you knew was that you needed to keep your distance from him.

When you met up with your friend later that day for lunch, you didn’t know if you wanted to bring up Ethan being in the same class as you, but once she brought him up, you decided to tell her.

“Speaking of Ethan…I saw him today,” you said, before taking a bite of your food. Her face dropped as she looked at you.

“Where did you see him?” she questioned. You explained that you saw him in one of your new classes, and she rolled her eyes. “Can you believe he still tries to text me?”

“What I can’t believe is that you haven’t blocked him,” you said, “I know I’d hate to see someone that treated me like shit’s name pop up on my phone.”

She started to giggle as you curiously stared at her. “I have him saved in my phone as ‘Tall loser with a small dick’, so I laugh every time he does text me.”

“That’s not toxic at all,” you said, as you started to think about what she’d said. “Wait, he treated you as bad as he did and has a small dick? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“All he had going for him was that he was cute,” she said, “But seriously, if I were you, I’d stay away from him.”

“Oh, please. Like I’d even want to be near him.”

Your morning wasn’t going as expected. You slept through all of your alarms; you didn’t have time to stop for coffee. You didn’t think your day could get any worse, until you walked into class and noticed the only empty seat available was beside Ethan. You took a deep breath before you walked over and sat down. Once you reached into your backpack, you realized that your laptop wasn’t there. You were in such a hurry when you ran out of your dorm and didn’t even think to grab it.

“Shit,” you whispered, “I’m so stupid.”

“Here,” Ethan said, passing you a notebook and a pen. You curiously looked at him as he offered a weak smile. “I always keep an extra notebook, just in case.”

“Thanks,” you said, a half-smile playing on your lips.

Once class started, you were taking your notes, but you kept glancing over to Ethan. He was so focused on typing that he didn’t notice, but you couldn’t help but wonder if everything your friend told you was true. At that moment, he didn’t seem like a jerk. Then again, he had only spoken a handful of words to you.

Ethan was aware of all the things that were said about him. He hoped that after a few weeks it all would’ve blown over, but once you have an angry ex-girlfriend paint you as some horrible, emotionally abusive asshole, it’s hard to come back from that. He knew that it was best for him to just keep his head down until he was able to transfer to a different school, where no one knew who he was. He was miserable at Blackmore, and he really had no reason to stick around, aside from the few friends he’d made.

After class was over, you tore the pages of notes you’d taken from the notebook to give it back to Ethan.

“Thanks again,” you said, as you handed it back to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, shoving it back in his backpack. “I thought about just emailing you my notes, but I didn’t know if you’d want that.”

“You’re telling me I didn’t have to spend the last hour trying to write that fast?” you asked, as he flashed you a sweet, genuine smile. “Why wouldn’t someone want that?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because most people here hate me,” he said, sliding the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. “You’ve probably heard things about me.”

“Yeah…are they true?” you asked, as he shook his head.

“You’re the first person that’s asked me that. Everyone else just assumes everything is true,” he sighed, “But no, I’m not a bad person.”

You started to feel so guilty. You’d said plenty of bad things about him, but you only heard one side of the story. With your friends’ story changing so many times, getting more dramatic each time she told it, you were starting to realize that it was all bullshit. You still didn’t know exactly what happened, but you were curious to know what the truth was.

“You okay?” Ethan asked, noticing that you were lost in thought as you stood in front of him.

“I’m friends with your ex,” you said, as his smile slowly fell. “What’s the real story?”

He sat back down in his seat as the other students piled out of the room. You sat beside him as you waited for him to speak.

“I really loved her…but she was just so controlling. Then she cheated on me when she went to the beach with her family. I didn’t find out about that until right before we started college,” he said, looking over to you. “She was pissed that I broke up with her, then all these horrible things about me started going around.”

“That’s fucked up,” you said, as he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s still been trying to text me. I finally blocked her a few days ago.”

“Wait, she said you’ve been trying to text her,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your words.

“Her number’s been deleted from my phone for months. I have no interest in talking to her,” he said, “I know this must be weird for you since you are her friend, but I think it’s cool that you wanted to hear me out.”

“Well, I feel like I need to apologize…I’ve said some things about you that weren’t true.”

“She’s a good liar. She has almost the entire school hating me so it doesn’t surprise me that her friend does, too,” he said, as he stood back up.

“I don’t hate you,” you said, smiling at him. “I don’t know if you’d want to, and I know she’d kill me, but if you ever want to hang out sometime, let me know.”

“I’d like that.”

Ethan was kicking himself for not asking you for your number, or shit, even your social media so he could DM you. He thought you were beautiful, but he knew that hoping for a chance with you would be a reach. He really just needed more people in his life that believed him to make the time he still had at the university more enjoyable.

Your friend begged you to come to a random frat party that you didn’t feel like going to in the first place. After your talk with Ethan, you weren’t even sure you wanted to be around her. You still went, and after searching for her for almost an hour, you checked your phone to see a message from her that she wasn’t coming, and that she ran into one of the guys she’d been hooking up with on the way to the party.

“Why the fuck am I even here?” you said to yourself as you locked your phone and slid it into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hopefully to hang out with me, if your offer’s still good,” you heard from behind you, recognizing Ethan’s voice.

“Hey,” you said as you turned to face him. “I didn’t expect to see the most hated man on campus here.”

“My roommate told me that if I stayed in my dorm tonight, he’d throw my Xbox out the window,” he said, glancing over to the muscular guy that was watching Ethan talk to you.

“Ah, so you were threatened into being social,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“I guess you could say that. Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

Ethan wasn’t much of a drinker; you could tell by the sour look on his face every time he took a sip. It gave him a little confidence though, as the two of you talked and got to know each other a little better.

“I don’t think I can drink this anymore,” he said, sitting the cup down on a table. You sat yours down too, and as soon as you did, someone bumped into you, shoving you into Ethan.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him. Your chest was pressed closely against his, his hands on your hips from catching you.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, “You can stay this close to me all night, if you want.”

“Are you always this smooth? Or is it the alcohol?” you questioned as he smirked at you.

“I’m only buzzed,” he said, before he leaned down, placing his lips on yours.

Chad was still watching Ethan from afar, cheering and thrusting his fist in the air once he saw Ethan kiss you. He started to laugh against your lips before he pulled away to stare daggers through his roommate for interrupting the moment.

“I can’t take him anywhere,” Ethan said, as you smiled at him.

“We could go somewhere more private,” you suggested, as he took your hand in his.

“Want to go back to my dorm? He’ll be here for a while so I know we can talk without being interrupted.”

“Sure!”

Once you made it back to Ethan’s dorm, you were starting to think that he really did just want to talk. You enjoyed listening to him, though. He was telling you about all his hobbies and interests, and you were telling him yours. You started to glance around his side of the dorm room, noticing the cliché, dorky things you’d expect to see.

“Nice Star Wars poster, nerd,” you joked, as he smirked at you.

“Oh, I’m a nerd?” he said, as he nudged you back on his bed. He was hovering over you, his mouth inches from yours. The sexual tension got so thick as his eyes looked into yours, his hand rubbing your hip.

“Mhm,” you said, the corner of your bottom lip in between your teeth. “A hot nerd.”

He felt his cheeks start to heat up, and he really didn’t want you to notice, so he leaned down to finally connect his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get more intense, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip. You let him deepen the kiss, his tongue moving with yours as his hands started to roam. You whimpered into the kiss once his hand squeezed your thigh, your hips started to squirm underneath him.

He pulled away but still stayed close so the two of you could catch your breath. You were reading each other’s faces, and it was obvious that you both wanted more.

“How far do you want this to go?” he asked, his breathing still heavy as his eyes looked into yours.

“As far as you want,” you said, your sweet tone making him groan.

“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, as he leaned back down to kiss your neck. His curls were tickling you, but the only reaction you had were the soft moans slipping past your lips from how well his mouth moved. His hips were rutting into yours, showing you how hard he was for you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, as he pulled away to look at you.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Ethan was a little, well, very eager. He got you undressed in what felt like seconds, leaving you in just your panties. Once he stripped down to just his boxers, you got a little curious. You glanced down to see his hard cock straining against the fabric, and started to laugh to yourself, your gaze going to the ceiling.

“What’s funny?” he asked, as he hovered back over you to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your laughing stopped, a gasp slipping out when he started to suck. “I asked you a question,” he teased, before moving to the other side.

“She really does lie about everything,” you said, as his tongue swirled. “She said you had a small dick.”

He started to laugh against you, before he pulled back. “That’s funny, because she couldn’t take it.”

“I can,” you said, his smile turning to a smirk as his hand trailed down your body to rub you over your panties.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, as he moved lower down the bed to position himself between your thighs.

He slid your panties down your legs, before running his fingers over your wet pussy. Your eyes stayed on him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as he teased you. Your anticipation just kept building as he moved down the bed, positioning himself in between your thighs. He leaned in, slipping his tongue inside your entrance.

He was sloppily eating you out, his head moving from side to side. His arms hooked under your thighs to pull you as close to his face as he could as your hands went to his hair.

“So good,” you whimpered, your breathing getting faster as he worked you closer to your orgasm.

He slid his tongue out of you to focus on your clit, quickly replacing it with two of his fingers. Your back was arching off the bed as he moved his arm back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could to that spongy spot inside you as he sucked on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you babbled, as he started to chuckle with your clit in his mouth.

That was all it took for your legs to start shaking and your grip on his hair getting even tighter. Once your pussy started to clench around him, he slowed his fingers to a slow roll, not wanting to overstimulate you. His tongue gently licked your clit as he worked you through it, your whimpers getting softer as you came down from your high.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you admitted through your shaky breathing. Ethan started to laugh a little as you looked at him, your eyes hazy. “What?”

“Just wait until I’m inside you,” he cockily said, “You still confident that you can handle it?”

“I know I can,” you said, your legs instinctively spreading wide for him as his fingertips ran up your thigh.

“What are you going to do when no one else can make you feel as good as I do?” he questioned, as one of his fingers started to rub circles on your clit.

“I guess I’d have to keep you around then,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You’d only have me until summer starts,” he said, his finger moving faster. “I’m transferring to a different school after this year.”

“No, you’re not..fuck. I’ll convince you to stay,” you said, relaxing into the bed as he teased you.

Ethan pulled his hand away from your pussy before he slid his boxers off. He crawled back on top of you and reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom.

“I might let you convince me,” he said, as he lined up with your entrance. You tensed up a little because you knew how big he was. “Relax, baby.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as he inched his way inside of you. You were moaning as he stretched you out, and when you thought he was all the way in, he just kept going.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, feeling so full as he finally came to a stop, wanting to give you plenty of time to adjust. “Told you..Fuck, I told you I could take it,” you said, already struggling to speak.

“Don’t get cocky,” he said, your mouth falling open as he started to move. “I’m going to ruin this pussy.”

“Ruin it,” you said, challenging him as your lusty, hooded eyes connected with his.

It took everything in Ethan to not immediately start pounding into you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He started slow, your eyebrows already furrowing together, low moans slipping past your lips. The head of his cock hit that special spot every single time, but you needed more. He sped up a little as your legs wrapped around him, your hands gripped tightly around his biceps.

“Maybe you can take it,” he said, his breathing getting heavier. “Can I go faster?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, as his hips moved quicker.

Your brain was starting to turn to mush, the babbles slipping past your lips making absolutely no sense. The only thing your mind could process in that moment was how good Ethan was making you feel. He thought you were adorable, already so cock drunk, and he wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. He kept his pace, but occasionally thrust a little harder to see if you could take it, the loud moans slipping past your lips as your nails started to dig into his arms letting him know that you could.

He angled your hips to go even deeper. His pace was a little slow as he made sure you were okay. Your eyes were pleading with him to go faster, because you knew the words weren’t going to come out of your mouth. It was getting so hard for him to hold back, so he finally let go. He started to pound into you so hard that your skin was tingling, all the nerves in your body on edge. Your toes were curling as he slammed into your g-spot, your whimpers turning to cries as you felt your orgasm starting to build. It was hard for you to keep your eyes open, and you were sure Ethan was going to have your nail marks on his arms forever with how hard you were squeezing him.

“Fuck,” was the only word you were able to get out, your legs wrapping tightly around him as your body started to involuntarily jolt. Ethan was sure that everyone in the surrounding dorm rooms knew what was happening, because you were being so loud. He wasn’t letting up though. He loved that he was making you feel that good.

It only took a few more deep thrusts before your entire body started to tremble, loud whines flooding out of your mouth as the wave of euphoria washed over you. He chased his own orgasm as he fucked you through it, your pussy clenching him so tight that he was moaning himself.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he said, a slight rasp in his voice from all the panting he’d been doing.

You went limp, your grip on his arms and your legs around his waist relaxing as his hips started to falter, a loud groan slipping past his lips as he released into the condom.

He took a minute to catch his breath before he slid out of you. His abs were burning and his arms were sore from your nails, but he quickly got up to take the condom off so he could take care of you.

He crawled in the bed next to you as you adjusted to lay your head on his chest, still so fucked out that it was hard to process your thoughts. Ethan just held you close, his hands softly rubbing over your bare back as you relaxed into his touches.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, after a few minutes of you not saying anything. You lazily nodded as your hand moved to rub across his chest.

You laid there in silence as you started to think about what’d just happened. You knew your friend was going to be pissed if she ever found out, but did that even matter? She made almost the entire university hate Ethan for things he never did, and it made you sad that he felt like he needed to switch to a different school so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

“So…” you finally said, “How can I convince you to stay?”

He let out a nervous laugh, not knowing the best way to respond. “I can’t take people talking about me the way they do anymore.”

“Even if I convince everyone that it was all lies?” you questioned, your tone playful as you angled your head to look at him. “I think it’d be awful for you to leave because of her. You could miss out on someone that would treat you right.”

“Someone like you?” he questioned as he looked down at you. You nodded, before he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re good at this whole convincing thing.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” you asked, smiling as you sat up to look at him.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t break my heart,” he said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you back down to his chest.

“I won’t.”

You stayed in Ethan’s bed for a couple hours, making plans for all the dates he wanted to take you on. It felt like you’d known him for way longer than just a few days, the two of you having an instant connection. You hated to pull away from him, but you knew you needed to get dressed before his roommate got home.

“It’s late, can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asked, as he started to put his clothes back on.

“I can’t believe I thought you were this horrible monster. You’re so sweet,” you said, as he smiled at you. “Yeah, you can walk me home.”

Ethan walked you to the front door of your building, pulling you into a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“I’ll text you,” he said, as he started to back away.

“Yeah, let me know when you make it back to your dorm, please,” you said, as he nodded.

When you made it upstairs and got settled into your bed, you heard your phone vibrate as it charged on your bedside table. You grabbed it and saw a goodnight message from Ethan, a huge smile on your face as you responded to him. You were so exhausted from the time you’d spend with him, and you soon felt yourself start to doze off. You heard your phone buzz again, your eyes lazily opening to see if it was Ethan. You took a deep breath once you read the message that was sent to you.

‘Why the fuck were you kissing Ethan at that party?’

[ichigo-dream]

Pretty When You Cry

Ummmmm have some extemely self-indulgent subby Leon content bc this man has literally been rotting my brain for the last month and I don't see it stopping anytime soon. Shout out to all my cultured women who enjoy whimpering men - this one's for u.

Written with re2 Leon in mind but picture him however u want besties

-Dream

warnings: dub/con, somnophilia

Leon whimpered softly in the darkness, soft streaks of moonlight filtering through the nearby window and falling onto his glistening skin as he shifted restlessly in bed. He swallowed thickly, eyes squeezed tight shut as he tried to distract himself from the unbearable throb between his legs.

Not again.

You lay next to him, sleeping soundly, your breathing calm and deep where his was shallow and sharp. You had no idea the effect you had on him. What you were doing just by being so close to him. So many nights he had found himself awoken by you shifting in your sleep, pressing the soft curve of your ass so innocently against his cock, leaving him so awfully needy and alone. He always tried so hard to keep quiet, rutting himself desperately against a pillow so he wouldn’t cause you to stir or wake up.

Tonight was no different. He groaned quietly as he dared to palm himself through the thin fabric of his shorts with one hand, soft pillow tightly grasped in the other as he used it to try and muffle his whines. Not enough, it was never enough. Sometimes he would lie awake for hours, cheeks streaked with tears, feverish and blushing as he tried so hard to make himself cum but to no avail.

He opened his eyes to glance at your sleeping form. So sweet and peaceful. You had rolled onto your back by now, the thin fabric of your little nightdress riding up to expose the plush skin of your thighs and stomach. Leon bit down hard on his lip as he drank in the beautiful sight laid before him, fist clenching tightly around the outline of his cock whilst his gaze locked on to the baby pink underwear you had chosen to wear. Had you done it on purpose? He noticed the little satin bow sewn onto the waistband, teasing him, begging him to open the present before him. So cute. So fucking cute. He could barely take it, and the longer he stared at you the more he felt his resolve weakening.

Maybe he could touch you…just for a second…

He freed his hand from his aching cock for a moment, reaching out to drag his fingers gently across the soft skin of your upper thigh. His eyes were glazed over with pure lust, lips parted, almost salivating at the delicious heat that kissed his fingertips as he caressed your smooth, supple flesh in slow circles. You reacted to his touch, even in your sleep, sighing sweetly as you lifted your hips a fraction before settling back into the mattress, legs spread a little wider than they had been before.

Leon swallowed another groan, burying his face into the pillow he was gripping tightly. The hand on your thigh tightened, trying not to drift towards what he really wanted. Knowing you were right next to him, spread out like that…so cute and innocent, it was driving him wild.

More…he needed more.

He needed you. So bad.

Needed to feel your skin against his.

And with that, the final restraint in him snapped. He discarded the pillow and rolled onto his side, cradling your face gently in one large hand before leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. When he caught the lingering scent of your perfume his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. Oh, fuck. He couldn’t resist nuzzling into the curve of your neck, breathing you in deeply until only you surrounded him. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low whine. He was trembling now, his other hand drifting down to tease himself through his shorts. His cock strained against the waistband, and he could feel hot precum gathering along its head and leaving a small, dark stain. He allowed his fingers to dip beneath the elastic, using his thumb to lightly tease the tip of his cock. He shuddered against you, biting down on his lip even harder than last time.

“F-fuck…baby, I need you,” He stuttered, brushing his lips against your pulse point. He began to press gentle kisses along the column of your neck, all the way up to the sweet spot just below your ear. He nipped the skin there softly as he cradled the back of your head, somehow getting even harder as he heard you moan quietly into him, still fast asleep. “J-just let me touch you for a little while, I promise- oh god, just for a little, that’s all I need.”

Soothing you with more kisses, Leon shifted his weight and angled himself over you, slotting one of his strong legs between yours. He lowered himself as much as he could without disturbing you, a string of curses slipping from his lips as he dragged his clothed cock along the inside of your bare thigh. The slight friction had him whimpering pathetically against your throat as he kissed it more desperately. Even through the thin fabric he could feel your heat, and oh fuck, if that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for.

“Y-you’re doing so good for me, so good, my sweet girl-“ He murmured, continuing at a tortuous pace simply so he could savour what you were giving to him right now. He lowered his hips more, feeling his abdominal muscles flex with each slow back-and-forth movement.

“Oh fuck…you’re so perfect. And you belong to me… all mine, my perfect girl- Ah…!”

Greed and lust consumed him, cheeks blazing with a mixture of arousal and shame as he angled himself to press directly against your cunt this time, his hips stuttering to a halt so he could savour the feeling of your delicious warmth for a moment. His head dipped to your chest as he whined loudly, unable to keep himself quiet any longer.

“So cute,” He moaned, reaching down to press his thumb against your clothed clit, “You wear these just for me, huh? Always so pretty…”

You were reacting to him more now, your breathing more shallow and rapid as you moved your hips the tiniest bit, only managing small little circles against him in your sleepy state.

“Leon…” You sighed languidly.

The way you said his name made his jaw clench. Like you needed him.

He needed to hear you say it again.

He started moving against you again, more desperate this time, grinding against your core and moving his thumb in slow, soft circles – just how you liked it. He swore he could feel you throbbing against him and he couldn’t stop any of the shameful noises slipping from between his lips now, not even caring if you woke up to see him so pathetic and dumb between your legs. He noticed your slick begin to dampen the fabric of your underwear against his fingers, and he almost came on the spot. He started babbling like a fool, despairing pleas falling from his lips like a broken prayer.

“Haa- oh fuck, so wet for me already I, -I just need you to say my name again sweetheart, that’s all I need, please, please-“

He could feel his eyes glistening with tears and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of scarlet in embarrassment, burying his head between the plush valley of your breasts, panting as he ground his hips against you over and over again, choking back little sobs and hiccups. He felt so ashamed, so pathetic – he had barely done anything, but he was going completely dumb and delirious from pleasure simply from teasing himself over your sweet skin and pretty cunt. The intense mixture of guilt, shame, and delight had his heart thudding wildly in his chest; he felt so dirty, like some kind of disgusting pervert as he used you to get off. Yet, it spurred him on. He whimpered and bit his lip, the thought of his sin turning him on even more.

He shouldn’t enjoy it, but he did.

As he continued to press against the little wet spot on your underwear, he noticed you begin to stir a little more, grinding softly against his hand and cock, nuzzling into your pillow as your brow furrowed and more soft, breathy moans fell from your lips. He leaned back a little to look at you, letting out a low groan. He wanted to touch you even more, to feel you with nothing in his way.

“I-I just need a little more from you, sweet girl. You’ve been s-so good, God, you’re driving me fucking c-crazy, y’know that? Fuck, can’t take it anymore-” He had finally had enough, reaching down to hook one of his fingers into the soft fabric of your thin underwear so he could pull it to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him.

All he could do was stare.

“Oh, fuck…so pretty...Let me look at you, sweetheart.”

He kneeled before you, digging his hands into the soft meat of your thighs so he could push your legs a little further apart, spreading you open. He was in a daze, one trembling hand ghosting upwards and leaving goosebumps along your skin until he was able to drag his index finger slowly, gently, through your sensitive folds. So warm…so soft. One little touch felt like heaven to him.

He gathered some of your slick on his fingertip, still being slow and careful as he traced agonising circles against your clit.

“…S-so wet for me…and I barely did anything…You’re just like me, aren’t you angel? So needy and desperate, even in your sleep. You look so perfect like this, all spread out for me. Fuck, I bet you’d look s-so cute with my cum dripping out of your pussy, wouldn’t you?”

He let out another soft whimper, palming his cock teasingly through his boxers again. He fumbled with the waistband, pushing it down with one hand just enough until he finally freed himself. His breath caught in his throat as the cool air hit his sensitive head, now dripping with precum all the way down his aching shaft. His loose shirt was getting in the way - so he simply lifted it up and held the bottom hem between his teeth, displaying the pale skin of his toned midriff and broad chest.

He - reluctantly – removed his hand from between your thighs, smearing your wetness over the head of his cock. He let out a choked gasp, throwing his head back and letting out a muffled groan through the fabric of his shirt. He slowly began to pump his thick cock in his fist, working himself up all over again, heat spreading through his body as he grunted and whined. He stared at you through half-lidded eyes, swallowing thickly and panting as he thought about how fucking depraved he was for doing this – but he simply didn’t care anymore.

He had held himself back long enough.

After all, how was any of this fair? Poor Leon, sleep-deprived and desperate for some sort of relief, feeling so dirty and ashamed while you slept soundly next to him – blissfully unaware, and wearing that. It wasn’t fair at all. God, he could fucking die at the sight of you. He couldn’t believe it, really. An angel slept in his bed every night and he somehow resisted every urge to ruin you when you teased him like this. Part of him wanted to see how far he could go before you realised what was happening.

He eyed your underwear, pushed to the side and completely soaked.

He used one hand to tug them down your legs, slipping them off your delicate ankles before crumpling them in his fist and bringing the soft fabric up to press against his face. Oh fuck, he was disgusting. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, breathing in your sweet, heady scent deep through his nose. He nuzzled into the damp cotton, feeling the little pink satin bow tickle his skin. He rolled his thumb over the tip of his cock teasingly, shuddering. He could only imagine how obscene he looked right now, jerking himself over your sleeping body like this, your underwear pressed to his face.

He couldn’t keep himself away from you for long, though. He discarded your underwear and his shirt easily enough so he could position himself between your thighs, angling his hips so he could push forward and drag his cock slowly through your petal-soft folds. He lurched forward with a strangled groan, throwing his arm out so he could grip the headboard hard enough to see his knuckles turn white. You were soaked, staining the sheets as he moved at an agonising pace. And so warm. So warm and wet for him that he was half-delirious with pleasure, tears finally running freely down his pink cheeks.

He glanced down at you beneath him, biting his lip at the soft flush spreading across your cute face. Another needy whimper slipped from his lips as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, elbows braced on either side of your head. He could taste his own tears on your hot skin as he left desperate, open-mouthed kisses along the supple curve of skin, tilting his hips so that the head of his cock brushed against your clit with each messy thrust.

Another soft moan escaped you, right next to his ear. You shifted a little and he almost died when he felt you grinding sleepily against him, the movement pushing him deeper between your slick, silky folds.

He whined loudly and buried his face into your soft hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your favourite strawberry shampoo. Your smell, your little noises, the way you ground your hips against him, fuck, it was becoming too much for him.

“Please, please, please- Oh fuck, I love you, I love you, s-so much-“ He was sobbing now, letting out little hiccups and gasps as his movements got a little more desperate and sloppy, his pulse racing as he greedily chased his high. “F-feels so good…ah-!”

His eyes squeezed tight shut and he could taste the salt in his tears as they rolled down his cute flushed cheeks, dripping onto the soft fabric of your pillow and into your hair. All he could feel was white-hot pleasure, so intense it was almost unbearable.

He was close, so close-

Suddenly he was sent hurtling right over the edge, a high-pitched whine ripping out from his throat as he felt something finally snap inside him. He nuzzled into your neck, sobbing as he came over your pretty stomach in thick, hot spurts. He could feel it on his own skin pressed flush against yours, sticky and wet, now tangible evidence of his shameful act.

His movements began to slow as he rode out his high, his entire body trembling and slick with sweat. The hazy fog of pleasure was beginning to lift from his mind, quickly replaced by a sobering sense of clarity at what he had actually done. With an unsteady hand, he reached down to pull his boxers up, the waistband resting far too low on his hips, but he didn’t care.

He sagged against you, shifting his weight so he could curl up into your side, hugging you close, tears of guilt now welling up in his baby blue eyes. He sniffled and whimpered, wondering how he ever could have done something so disgusting to you, his sweet girl. He didn’t deserve you. He clung to you, crying now as fat tears of shame rolled down his cheeks.

Leon didn’t notice you finally begin to stir, roused by his noises and the way his weight pressed against you.

Your mind still heavy with sleep, your first thought was that your sweet boy was having another one of his nightmares. Your bare shoulder was wet with his tears, and the sounds of his broken little sobs and quiet gasps as he tried to catch his breath filled your ears.

“Leon, baby…. shhhh…it’s okay.” You lifted your hands so you could cradle his head and run your fingers through his soft blonde hair, slightly damp with sweat you noticed.

He clung to you even more, not an inch of space between you as his large hands gripped tightly onto the fabric of your nightgown, twisting it between his fingers. He trembled like a frightened lamb against you, nuzzling into your neck like he was searching for comfort.

“N-no, it’s n-not okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-!” He left desperate little tear-soaked kisses on your skin as he babbled, tripping and stumbling over his words.

Mean to…?

You were confused for a moment.

Until you felt it.

Something warm and sticky on your stomach. Cool air against your now-bare lower half. The slick between your thighs.

Ah.

You bit your lip. He thought you were mad?

So Cute.

“Oh, Leon…you made a mess all over me, didn’t you?” You cooed softly, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair. You scratched his scalp gently and he shuddered against you, his broad shoulders relaxing at your touch. “Look at me, baby.”

He lifted his head, still sniffling. His eyes were wide and innocent, glittering with tears that hadn’t fallen yet. His brow was creased in distress; his lips slightly swollen – from kissing or biting, you couldn’t tell. All you could think was how beautiful he looked right now, his plump cheeks wet and flushed.

“Y-you’re…not angry with me?” He asked in a small, soft voice – the edges slightly rough from crying.

You lean forward to kiss one of his tears away, smoothing his hair away from his face lovingly.

“I could never be mad at you, sweet boy.” You were secretly delighted.

He pressed his face into your hair, almost like he was hiding from you. You could sense the shame and embarrassment he felt – it was rolling off him in waves, written all over his face and in his body language.

“Tell me I’m good…” He murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“You’re good, Leon…So good. My good boy…” You hum soothingly, your hands returning to his hair. “You have nothing to feel guilty about…I promise.”

He melts in your arms, his breathing slowing down. A quick glance at the clock by your bed told you he must have been up for hours like this. The poor thing must have been exhausted.

"Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you.” You murmur, his soft blonde hair tickling your cheek as he settled in comfortably. He mumbled something incoherent, squeezing your hip gently. You felt his body relax into you even more as he slowly slipped away.

It didn’t take long for you to join him, soon lost in a dreamy haze.

You couldn’t wait to return the favour in the morning.

~

[rimunagenius]

(HC) Post Draft!Kate Martin

NSFW!!

You had no idea they were calling Kate’s name

you had hoped but when it happened you honestly couldn’t breathe

“With the 18th pick in the 2024 WNBA Draft, The Las Vegas Aces select, Kate Martin.” Tears.

Immediately had tears running down your face, hugging Kate.

Her grip on you tight but quick, her anxious to get through hugging everyone there supporting her, and to get up on the stage and accept the honor and reward that came with her hard work.

You recording her interview, crying with Jada, and Gabbie.

At the after party, taking pictures and celebrating, Kate was drunk on her happiness and high of being drafted, and the alcohol, that she wouldn’t stop touching you

holding your hand, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh, “i love you’s” leaving her mouth like a flowing river

it was like this for hours until you both decided to call it a night

you were so happy and equally as drunk, you sang her praises and welcomed the touch happily

“I’m so proud of you, baby” you whispered in her ear, unbelievably close to Kate

“Yeah? Wanna show me?” You placed you hand on her cheek, smiling.

Staring into her eyes

“I think i’m gonna call it a night, Kate?” You had to turned to Caitlin and your friends, and then asking Kate if she had been ready to go

“Yeah, i have interviews and pods tomorrow. Congrats Cait, i’m so proud of you, i love you guys.”

your goodbye along the same lines and the second you and Kate got into the uber it was game over

the poor uber driver watching two women make out like there was no tomorrow oh how i would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall :(

stumbling through the door of your hotel room, you and Kate had literally been eating eachothers faces that’s a gross description but trust…that’s what it looked like

“Oh, my god. You looked so hot holding that jersey, baby.” You whispered as you kissed down Kate’s neck, your thighs squeezing together at the thought

“m so proud of you.” you were already sliding her blazer off, kicking your shoes off and her doing the same

“yeah?” she sighed as she grabbed your face and kissed you, walking you back towards the bed

“mhm. my pretty girl.” you knew Kate had a thing for praise

lived for it. she wouldn’t admit it but god did she love when you told her how good she was doing and how pretty she looked doing it

her face turned a bright shade of red, igniting a hunger in her to please

and boy did she please

“your turn.” you flipped you guys over…you on top

Kate is def a bottom…changed my mind…you can’t! HA!

“I wasn’t don—“ You cut Kate off with a kiss

“What? You think my hot girlfriend is gonna be the only one giving the action? As much as I loved what you do with your hands, baby….you love what I do with my mouth..” You trailed kisses down her body, almost at your dream destination

“Oh, is that so?” She giggled, attempting to grab at your bare hips.

“Yeah it is. Want me to bring up last night when you cried?” your lips pressing soft kisses to her thighs

Her face turned pink, and her breath hitched. How could she forget the tears you brought to her face from the multiple orgasms?

You both were going at it all night. and i mean alllll nightttttt.

“Oh, my god. That was—“ You rolled into her side, your head resting on her chest.

“Yeah. It was.” Her arm pulling you closer.

“Holy shit. Is that daylight?” You looked across from you both, the blinds cracked.

“I think it is, sunshine.” Kate and you laughed but damn near cried at how you were going to get little to no sleep….damn her looking so hot while getting drafted

didn’t want to go too far into detail bc that’ll be spoiling a little part of my Kate Martin series ;)))

[korizzybee]

Imagine: being Hobie Brown’s little sister who’s also a spider

Info: reader is a darkskin!black!fem, reader is age 12-13, Hobie is 17-18, SPIDERMAN ATSV SPOILERS‼️

For as long as you can remember it has just been you and Hobie against the world, I guess you had gotten your spider powers like a year after Hobie but you both joined the spider society at the same time

Hobie takes really good care of you seeing as how you’re his only family member left, he always makes sure you’re well fed and rested before taking care of himself

Since you’re still very young he lets you do a lot of the easy tasks when you’re doing your spider jobs like getting civilians to safety and stopping fallen debris from hitting people, of course you can help with villains but you just have to be on the sidelines so you don’t get hurt

You both def play hide n seek in the dark idc what anyone says YOU BOTH PLAY HIDE N SEEK IN THE DARK CUZ ITS SO FUN TO YOU TWO!!

I can not stress this enough when I say Hobie is always letting you be the first one to judge the song lyrics he writes

He’s the guitarist, Gwen’s the drummer, and you’re the singer

Your extra spider powers are sonic scream and x ray vision (Hobie thinks that’s hella cool)

He has a picture of you, him, Gwen at the park as his Lock Screen, for his Home Screen it’s a picture of Pavitr teaching you how to make tea

SPEAKING OF PAVITR!!!

OMG Pav loves you smmm you’re like his little sister figure

He loves giving you piggy back rides and he lets you do his hair in any style you want

Two definitely have a handshake

You take a lot after Hobie minus the way you dress, he says he’s not a role model but he’s def your role model

You and Hobie had separate canon events, the person who died for you was a cafe worker who would look after you when Hobie was busy with the band and he couldn’t take you

For weeks you wouldn’t talk to anyone even Hobie, but he still made sure you were taken care of

You and Hobie have your own playlist, it’s a mixture between rock, punk, heavy metal, pop, hiphop, RnB, and bedroom pop

Idc what anyone says, you n Hobie share a bunk bed (he said he gets top bunk bc he’s older smh 🤦🏾‍♀️) and y’all have a matching pajama set that y’all wear on movie nights

One time Pav came over and teased Hobie about having matching pjs with you (he never came over again /j)

No one knows this, not even you, but Hobie still wears the colorful bracelet you made for him when you were 6 (it’s under he sleeve though so you never see)

Definitely the type of brother to sleep in your bed with you or let you sleep in his bed with him if you have a nightmare

By civilians, you two are nicknamed the Spider Siblings (he hates it bc he hates labels and you don’t mind it sorta)

YOU BOTH ANNOY MIGUEL TOGETHER HE’S SO SICK OF YALL 😭😭‼️‼️

As you can see my requests are back open ESPECIALLY FOR SPIDERMAN ATSV so send those requests!!

[mando-fando]

The Other Man

Okay, here's my FIRST FIC in ages. I wrote it in a very specific style bc of the ~vibe~

Hope you like it!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, established relationship, (idk if there's more pls tell me?)

The love story of Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara

OR

You’re Gabriella’s mother and Miguel’s wife. A few weeks ago, things were a little off with your husband; you wrote it off until now…

Your heart pounded in your chest as you set a timer on your phone and waited. You thought of your darling daughter, and her bubbly, beautiful personality. You thought of your family, and how arguably perfect your life was thanks to your husband’s dedication and tenacity. 

You were panicking, on the verge of tears as the timer silently counted down on your phone screen. You thought of your husband. Your real husband. 

13yearsago

Miguel was the first person you’d met at your college orientation. A tall lanky kid who stepped onto the campus tour bus at the last minute and had nowhere to sit but next to you. You felt yourself fall for him instantly when his eyes met your own. 

You both chatted awkwardly like teenagers do; you mentioned your majors (he was genetics and you were communications), you talked about your high schools, your friends, and anything else your distracted minds could come up with. 

You mentioned that science wasn’t your strong suit, and Miguel suggested taking a science class together so he could be your lab partner. You settled on chemistry, and looked forward to starting classes in the fall. 

You exchanged numbers and texted through the rest of the summer. By the time the semester started, you were attached at the hip. 

The week that you moved into the dorms, he brought you a bouquet of carnations (you were allergic to roses) and asked you to be his girlfriend right in front of everyone. You said yes with bright pink cheeks. 

That night, when all the new freshmen were out enjoying welcoming activities, you and Miguel lost your virginities to each other with soft music playing in the background. You’d heard from your friends that the first time was awful, but you two were slow with each other. You knew you’d chosen the right guy, and you couldn’t imagine sharing the experience with anyone else.

It rained on the first day of classes. Torrential downpour, and you walked into the library together soaked and giggling to take a picture in front of your school’s “Welcome Freshmen!” backdrop. 

That photo was framed and hanging above your bed like many others you’d taken over the years. 

The chemistry class was hard. Your hardest class by far, but Miguel was there with you every week. He came over to your dorm after the lab to explain everything in detail as many times as you needed. He’d stay late and you’d share cheap pizza and watch movies. 

Your friends started calling you Mrs. O’Hara long before you were actually married. You two were the one constant couple among them. You and Miguel would go for ice cream with them after every fresh heartbreak. You reminded them that love exists because you two had it. They’d always lick their wounds and get back out there, thanking you both for your encouragement. 

When sophomore year rolled around, your parents offered to rent you an apartment. You begged for them to let Miguel live with you (they loved him of course), and, to your surprise, they said yes.

In between classes, you and Miguel lived in domestic bliss. You had no idea that building furniture, grocery shopping late at night, and decorating could be so fun. He made it so much more enjoyable. 

You learned so much about him, sometimes swearing that you knew him better than you knew yourself. You loved how his brow twitched in his sleep, and you loved how he was considerate enough to cover your face with the blanket before he turned on the bedroom light. He made your heart melt every single day, and you couldn’t imagine loving someone more. 

You stayed up late on Sundays with him and proofread his papers. He was brilliant, but he couldn’t string together a sentence on paper to save his life. 

“Do you even know what a comma is!?” You’d asked as you aggressively hit the backspace button on his laptop. 

“Do you know what an autosome is?” He replied in a sarcastic voice, ruffling your hair. (he always ruffled your hair.) 

You rolled your eyes and finished proofreading his paper. After he submitted it, he closed both of your laptops and bent you over the table. Your pajama pants were around your ankles as you moaned into the cheap veneer. 

Miguel fucked you on every surface in that apartment: the shower, bent over the counters and the table, against the wall, on the floor. It was your space together, and he was ready to claim the 600 sqft and your body for himself. 

God, you missed that apartment. 

A year later, you took your first vacation alone together to Mexico. You’d never been, but he’d gone a few times when he was younger. You felt secure with him as he easily switched between English and Spanish, and you listened intently as he showed you the places that he remembered visiting years prior. 

You walked along the beach, hand in hand watching the sunset. He was explaining something about the tides, and you smiled wide at him and then looked at the pinky-purple sky. 

When you looked back, he was on one knee with a ring box. You swear your heart stopped for a moment. 

“Yes! Are you kidding me!? Yes!” you nearly screeched at the top of your lungs. He swung you around and dipped you into a kiss. It felt like a scene from a movie. (The only thing he hadn’t thought of was a photographer, but some passersby took a few candid photos and sent them to you.) 

A year later, you graduated in May and had your wedding in June. The wedding felt like something out of a fairytale. 

Your mother had been insistent on every last detail being perfect, and you were so grateful for her meticulousness as you walked down the aisle. The sun was beginning to set as you said your vows, and you nearly died of embarrassment when he tore your garter off with his teeth in front of everyone. 

Now, Miguel was your husband.

Your husband whose eyes were brimming with tears as you walked down the aisle.

Your husband who hugged your parents as if they were his own. 

Your husband who looked at you as if you hung the moon. 

Your husband.

A few months later, you started your first job and Miguel started grad school. 

You’d come home in your blazers and slacks and heels, and he’d give you a particular look. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked one day while making dinner. 

“Nothing, I just think it’s hot that I’m married to a sexy businesswoman,” he grinned. 

He especially loved when you wore tights and that little black dress. (He usually tore them off of you when you got home and promised to buy you new ones.) 

Six months into your new job, you called in sick. 

“Are you alright?” he sat on your side of the bed and pet your hair gently. 

“I just feel so nauseous. It must be something I ate. Do you feel nauseous?” 

He shook his head. “Do you want me to get you anything? I could stay home from classes to take care of you.” 

“No, school is first. I’ll be okay.” you squeezed his hand. 

He kissed you on the forehead and left you a glass of water on your nightstand. 

After throwing up the contents of your stomach twice over, a thought crossed your mind. 

You ran to the store and picked up two pregnancy tests. 

You practically ripped them out of their boxes in your bathroom. 

You sat and waited, worrying about what your husband would say. 

In both of your minds, kids were still years away. 

The pink plus signs on both tests brought you to the harsh reality that those plans were no longer relevant. 

Your mind flooded with worry. You were a newbie at your job, you hadn’t even been married for a year, Miguel had so much school left. 

You spent the afternoon drowning in your anxiety. 

“Amor, I brought you that soup that you like.” Miguel called from the living room. He found you in your bedroom with a tear-stained, puffy face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

You turned around and showed him the tests. “What are we going to do?!” you cried. You searched his face, waiting to see his brow crease with worry just like yours. 

Instead, he beamed. His face lit up brighter than the sun, and you felt every awful scenario that you’d tortured yourself with melt away at his excitement. He hugged you without saying a word, one of his amazing bear hugs that he knew always made you feel better. You petted his hair, and you knew everything was going to be just fine. 

He pulled back from you and you saw tears sliding down his face. “This is amazing,” he whispered. 

You kissed his cheek and hugged him again. 

“Yeah, it really is, huh?” you whispered back. 

There was no better word for your pregnancy than miserable. Your morning sickness lasted longer than the first trimester, and despite being young, you experienced health issue after health issue. 

You were bedridden for the last few months of pregnancy, but your husband made it all better. 

Your husband who somehow had boundless energy when you had none. Your husband who nearly tripled his class load to graduate early. 

Your husband who held your hair back as you emptied the breakfast he made you into the toilet. 

Your husband who put on over 100 pounds of muscle so he could ‘be strong enough for the baby.’ 

Your husband whom you somehow fell even more in love with, which you didn’t even think was possible. 

He received his master’s degree in May. You felt enormous, but you begged him to let you take him out to celebrate. 

Your water broke in the restaurant. 

He rushed you out, you’re not even sure if you paid for the food. He drove you to the hospital as you squeezed his hand with all your might and swore at him. 

After making it to the hospital in record time, your doctors looked at you sympathetically. 

Of course, after an extremely rough pregnancy, you were going to have a rough delivery too. 

Hours and hours of labor and deliberating. Hours of worry and discontentment. Hours of pain and exhaustion. 

Everyone eventually decided that a c-section was the way to go. You stared up at the ceiling as your body was being sliced and poked and prodded, and your husband held your hand and gave you words of encouragement. 

A loud cry broke through your anxious thoughts. The entire world stopped.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara, it’s a girl; 10 fingers and 10 toes and a great head of hair!” the doctor plopped her on your chest. 

In that moment, you three were the only ones in the entire universe. Your baby, your husband, and you. Nothing had ever been more perfect. 

Hours later, after you’d gotten some much needed rest and food, you both gazed down at her sleeping face. “We never even had time to talk about names,” Miguel whispered. He ran a gentle finger over her tiny little hand. Your heart swelled for him even more. 

“I was thinking…” you started, “Maybe we could name her Gabriella, after your brother?” 

You heard him gasp quietly. You began to open your mouth to suggest something else. “It’s perfect. She looks like a Gabriella, don’t you think?” he never took his eyes off of her. 

“She looks like an O’Hara,” you chuckled. “Of course, she lived in my body for 9 months and came out looking like you.” 

Despite all the trouble she gave you during your pregnancy, Gabriella was such an easy baby. She slept through the night, she was easy to feed, and she was always content to sit with you. 

Those first few weeks of parenthood were surreal. You and Miguel would simply stare at her for hours, unsure how you made such a precious, perfect thing. She mesmerized the both of you. 

One evening, you were making dinner while Miguel fed her. His phone rang, and you overheard him in the living room. 

“Yes, I’d be happy to accept the offer! You have no idea what this means for my family, thank you so much.” 

He’d gotten a job at Alchemax. A fancy, well-paying job in his field. 

“You know, I’ll be making enough that you can stay home with Gabi if you want,” he said after you’d put her to bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I can go back to work when my maternity leave is up - my parents offered to watch her during the day.” 

He pulled you close, “I want you to get to spend time with our daughter. I want you to raise her, no offense to your parents.” 

And so you did. 

The time flew by. You two bought a house close to your parents, he bought you a new car for your birthday, and all of the sudden, your daughter was turning one. 

Your house was filled with friends from college (many now with their own spouses), relatives, and friends from Miguel’s new job and your old one. 

You all watched as Gabriella smashed a white cupcake straight into her thick black hair. You and your husband sat together with your bubbly baby girl and opened present after present, making a mess of the wrapping paper. 

Suddenly, time was moving even faster. Preschool, kindergarten, soccer practice, family vacations. Miguel had the biggest soft spot for your daughter. 

Watching him be a parent made your heart grow ten times bigger. He woke up before the sun rose every day so he could be home to put her to bed every night. 

He read to her, he answered every question she had and never discounted her curiosity. 

He made it to every practice and soccer game, and took the whole team out for ice cream periodically. 

He let you sleep in late on Sundays and made pancakes and coffee. 

He was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. 

Suddenly, your daughter was 8 years old. She was constantly outgrowing her clothes, reading voraciously, and performing well in school. Her teachers and coaches praised your parenting to no end. You and Miguel smiled, “She’s just the most amazing kid.” 

You felt on top of the moon. You couldn’t believe that you’d stressed so much all those years ago in that little apartment when you’d seen the positive pregnancy test. 

Everything seemed right with the world. At least until a few weeks ago. 

Your husband wasn’t home yet. You checked your phone incessantly, but you never received a call or text.  

You got through bedtime with your daughter. She asked  three different times where her father was. 

After she was sound asleep, you began to get worried. You called his phone again and he didn’t answer. 

A sickly feeling bubbled in your gut. Not the churning anxiety that you’d felt so many times before, this was different. This felt like intuition. Something was terribly wrong. 

You texted everyone you knew asking if they had heard from him. You called the businesses that you thought he could be at. No one. It was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth. 

Just after 2am, you considered calling the police. As you began to dial, you heard a key turn in the lock. 

He walked in looking disheveled. You ran over to him and jumped into his arms. 

“I was so worried! Where were you!?” you squeezed him tight around his neck. 

“I’m sorry, we got caught up in a chem testing sequence. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about the project, so that’s why they said I wasn’t there.” He kissed your cheek and squeezed you. 

“You smell weird,” you said. He had such a distinct smell, a combination of the laundry detergent you used, his cologne, and his deodorant. He smelled all wrong for some reason. 

He looked you in the eyes and smiled. You’d never noticed how his smile was just the slightest bit crooked. 

“Let’s take a shower, amor.” He set you back on your feet. “I want to go take a peek at Gabriella, though. I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” he kissed you on the forehead and made his way to her room. 

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was off about your husband that evening. At first, you blamed his late night. He claimed that his workload in the lab was increasing, but something still didn’t sit quite right with you. 

You’d stare at him out of the corner of your eye, not sure what you were hoping to see. 

He’d found a new interest in your sex life, as well. He pawed at you in your sleep and pressed your cheek up against the shower door late at night. He seemed like he was learning your body all over again. 

In some ways, he was the man you married. He still threw himself into parenting your daughter. He still made it to every soccer practice and game, still read to her every night. 

But you knew something was wrong. 

Your best guess was that he was cheating, but it seemed so out of character for him. Still, you had nothing else. 

He came home late again and found you sitting in the bedroom with your bedside lamp on. “You’re still up?” he asked. 

“What the hell is going on with you?” You demanded.

His brows knitted together in a confused look, “What do you mean?” 

“Are you cheating on me, Miguel?” 

“Amor, I would ne-”

“Then what is it?” Your voice was low with suspicion. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He sat next to you and leaned in close. 

“I don’t know what it is, Miguel. But something’s not right. I know you, and I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” You flipped the light off and pulled the covers up. 

“I love you, honey. Nothing’s wrong, I promise,” he said in the darkness. 

“Whatever, Miguel. I’m going to sleep,” you turned away from him and shut your eyes. 

The timer on your phone went off. 

You thought again about your husband. 

Your husband who brought you roses yesterday. 

Your husband who couldn’t remember what size jersey your daughter wears. 

Your husband who’d had a vasectomy 5 years ago. 

You stared at the positive pregnancy test and sobbed. 

[strkyoo]

i love the way you write lynette! she's so cutie patootie and huggable :)

since the request is still open, can i request freminet x male reader? where reader is reviewing an album photo of freminet and his siblings when they're still young. freminet became all embarrassed by your praises, like "you're so cute in this photo" or anything like that. it can be drabble or oneshot, i don't mind, pls take your time <3

✦ 彡 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

pairing ; freminet x male!reader — fluff !

in which ; freminet and you accidentally find his old photo album, and the two of you decide to look at it.

warnings ; established relationship, energetic reader?, nicknames (fremi — freminet receiving), many compliments and teasing from reader bc they cherish fremi with all of their soul (relatable), flushy fremi, tooth rotting fluff bc AUGH i love this boy so SO muhc — wc ; 773

a/n ; a freminet x male reader?? HELLO???? dont mind if i do 🙏🙏‼️ though i think this is more leaned to gn side so hope you dont mind :3

〉MASTERLIST〈

today is indeed a lovely day, where you’re just chilling in freminet’s quiet, penguin-themed room. since the twins are out of the house for their magic performance, the two of you can do anything without being disturbed and teased by the twins.

it was really fun— you played with freminet for hours in his bedroom, from card games like uno to role playing with his penguin plushie, pers. until you saw something strange poked out from his drawer. something like… an album photo?

you walked toward the album photo and took it with a curious grin, walking back to his bed and holding the book tightly in your arms— just in case freminet wanted to take the book from you. but instead of trying to take the book or plead to you, he silently observed the old book in your arms. as if he wanted to see the book containing his childhood photos too!

you flipped the first page, and there was a quite old photo (based on the texture and quality) of freminet in his baby form. hugging his beloved penguin plushie, pers, so tightly. he looked kinda funny too.

“you’re so cute!!” you exclaimed, looking at the baby photo of him and his current self repeatedly. “see how much you’ve changed, fremi!” you added with a genuine smile, pressing your nose against his squishy cheeks, intentionally kissed it too.

“... i looked goofy.” he suddenly added, his voice still monotone, but you can sense a hint of shyness in it. he was being so straightforward... “pfft—! well, baby photos are always goofy and weird, but you looked cuter here!”

freminet couldn’t help but smile as well at your compliment, as he kept observing his baby form while waiting for you to flip to another page.

the next page, there is a photo of freminet reaching the age of five and getting a penguin pajamas as a gift from the twins. gosh, he looked so happy— that big, innocent smile brings a smile to you too!

“ah, i remembered that pajama. ever since lyney and lynette gave it to me on my birthday, i never even want to change my clothes. i insisted on wearing it all the time,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, pointing at the penguin pajamas.

you squealed because you were melted by the photo, swinging your legs excitedly. “archons, fremi! why are you so cute?!” you asked with a hint of aggressive affection, making freminet a little surprised. were his old photos that cute? it wasn’t even close to good… he thought.

after a few minutes of trying to calm down, you flipped to the next page, revealing the younger freminet hugging his penguin plushie while sleeping so serenely. and he looked so pretty too…

“i don’t remember this photo.” freminet said quietly, observing his younger sleeping self. “did lyney take it without my knowledge?” he asked again, quietly, as if he was asking himself.

“why are you suddenly whispering?” you suddenly asked, accidentally breaking the silence and cracking a smile. “oh, uh—”

“i just didn’t want to wake him up.” he joked while pointing at his younger self in the picture, making you laugh a little and nudging his shoulder playfully. “are you always like this? lookin’ so pretty when you were asleep?”

“s-stop…” he mumbled, clearly getting overwhelmed by each of your compliments. “don’t ‘s-stop’ me! just admit that you’re not just a pretty crier, but a pretty sleeper too!”

as time goes by, you spend hours looking at the childhood album photo with your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop squealing and showering him with so much affection and kisses, and it made him blush hard for the rest of the day. it’s not your fault that he’s so goddamn adorable.

another note ; IM BACK!! omg finally WUAUAUUA it took so long to write this smh…. i miss writinf so much.. kinda fell in love with this new theme ngl

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo, 2023.

[divineei]

modern!atwow x musician!reader

modern avatar mlist!

desc. headcanons for modern avatar: the way of water teens with a musician significant other who’s in a band. reader plays a different instrument for each character.

a/n. if this flops i’m retiring. real shit.

— neteyam. ( guitarist s/o ♪! )

he sleeps with a t-shirt of your band every. goddamn. night.

gives it back to you once a week so you can spray your perfume on it. you ended up bringing him a bottle of ur fave brand and he sprays the cologne on it every time he washes it (aka ever fucking week)

mans hooked. to both you and your music

listens to your band’s songs at least once a day. either w/ headphones or on full blast it doesn’t matter

his whole family knows all the lyrics

sometimes tuk comes to his room and jumps on his bed while playing air guitar and he absolutely joins

other times tho he closes his eyes to focus and pays special attention to the guitar while having your smile in mind

he once spent like 2 weeks watching youtube tutorials to (kinda) learn one song so he could play for you

was it good? no it was fucking hideous. was it the sweetest fucking thing ever tho? absolutely it was

always tries to pick you up after band practice

my boy would rather miss his basketball competitions than miss one of your concerts

this one time he actually tried to skip a match bc your performance was at the same time and the mf showed up backstage like “hEy🙂”

you had to call his mom for him to leave (u snitch that was kinda foul)

definitely knows abt “the rockstar’s girlfriend” aesthetic and makes it his personality. like he’s so into it

you got him a t-shirt that said “im with the band” as a joke but he actually wears it and its hilarious

— kiri. ( keyboard s/o ♪! )

comes to your house just to hear you play

she brings a book and lays down on your bed while you make new music

ADORES watching you come up with new tunes!!!!!!

you always have that focused look on your face as you move your fingers over the keys at makes her want to take a picture (she actually has a few ngl)

always goes back home humming your new melody

you record covers of her favorite songs on your keyboard and give her a cd that she listens to on her discman (she defo owns old gadgets like that)

sometimes puts her phone down on her window stool, where she has her favorite plants, and leaves it there with your music playing. she likes to think it help her plants grow

lowkey gatekeeps your songs

there was this one time you couldn’t sleep bc she kept appearing on your mind, so you connected your headphones and made your “ode to kiri”

it was 2am when you vídeocalled her to play for her what you just wrote

and kiri being the sensitive person she is, swore she could feel your affection through the music, little tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes

it was truly a treasured memory in your relationship

until a loud ass knock on your door and an equally loud “FFS ITS 2AM!!!!!” almost made you drop dead

she absolutely laughed at you btw

— lo’ak. ( bassist s/o ♪! )

brings you stickers so you can decorate your bass w/ them

“aye babe i got a new sticker for your guitar” “for the hundredth time lo’ak, its a BASS!!!”

yeah he knows it annoys you and no he’s not gonna stop

his lockscreen is a picture of you on stage with a bunch of lil hearts he drew around you

when he goes to your concerts he tells everyone you two are dating

“you see that one over there bro? pfft yeah, we’re together” “do i know you man????” 💀

when you told him your band didnt have a logo yet he showed up at your door 3 days after, super excited and with a bunch of sketches to show you

i also think lo’ak would be really into graffiti art

so he goes around the neighborhood spray painting your band’s logo on the streets walls

“lo’ak you’re gonna get us in trouble” “oh cmon, its good promo!!”

he messes up with your amplifier when you practice, turning up and down the volume, the treble, etc. until you throw your pick right into his fucking forehead and he’s like:

“ma fault 😨”

the moment he (finally) sits still he actually pays really close attention to how your hands move

“damn, you make it look so easy” “im just good with my fingers ig”

cue the dumbest smirk you’ve ever seen

— ao’nung. ( drummer s/o ♪! )

imma just say it; he is popular. by that i mean ma boy has hella contacts

AND by that i mean he makes sure your band always has a venue to perform at. always first on every list fr

“ao’ stay the fuck away from my drums”

actually a fucking menace. tries to impress you by smashing the drumsticks everywhere.

“nah babe check me out i got it this time srsly”

rhythm left the room the moment he sat down

he even attempts some tricks he seen you pull off during your concerts, like throwing the sticks up or rolling them between his fingers.

they always end up either on the floor or hitting his dumbass head. it’s cool tho, u kiss it better (after a well deserved smack bc what did i tell u)

he’d still insist on learning so you two end up having a chick flick moment where you guide him by putting your hands on his

boy actually blushes. just a smidge

“your ears are red” “stfu no they’re not”

might not know shit abt making music but seeing the look on your face when you play is enough to make him see how passionate you are

loves being alone with you in your band’s backstage lounge

he’s so fucking extra he got his friend outside the door like some whack ass bodyguards. they’re so into it too bro

“aye keep walking man🕴️” “move along bitch aint nothing to see here🕴️”

whenever you’re about to go on stage he stays with you in your band’s room and massages your hands

makes sure you always put some baby powder on your palms before you perform in case you start sweating so you dont drop your drumsticks

— tsireya. ( vocalist s/o ♪! )

she sings along to your songs whenever they play

ao’nung is sick and tired of listening to her and uses ear plugs all the time bc he once told her to stfu and got smacked

you two even make your own carpool karaoke and scream the lyrics together on the parking lot

and she NAILS IT!!!!!

like my girl can sing fr

in fact you’ve asked her to help in a few songs for harmonies and second voices

she helps you out a lot with your vocal practice and your breathing exercises

she sits down with you and counts each second with her fingers when hold your breath and when you try your best to hold a specific note

let’s be honest here. A LOT of your songs are abt her

you really don’t have to tell her, she knows they are. bc when you’re up on stage singing abt the perfect girl, you look right at her. and her heart beats faster every time

sometimes you send her your lyrics like “what do u think of this??” and it’d be a full on poem abt her that makes her smile so goofy. kicking feet and everything

every time you get in the shower and start humming/singing her phone is ready

actually has a video of you freaking tf out bc you had an idea for a new song while showering and you stormed your way out the bathroom, wet and hair full off shampoo

“REYA PASS ME A PEN QUICK” “NAH WHY ARE YOU BOOTY NAKED PLEASEHAhH”

you had to mop the floor after that

— rotxo. ( acoustic guitarist s/o ♪! )

makes sure you are never out of strings to change

but since the strings are heavier from an electric guitar, he knows you sometimes hurt your fingers playing

so he bought you a bunch of finger protectors.

he’s a sweetheart, but those whack ass things he got you looked like this

yeaaah…. no. 💀

actually offensive he’d think you need that shit but you let it go bc he really just wanna be there for you

the actual definition of #1 fan

he’s on every concert

and i mean EVERY. CONCERT. front row, backstage, glowing sticks on one hand, phone on the other and zooming on you and only you

he goes to your house more than you go to his, just bc he always wants you to play smthn. and this way you dont gotta bring your guitar back and forth

when you’re together in your room, you get your guitar and he asks you to play some lofi style tunes

especially loves it when it’s summer and the both of you just lay down with the windows wide open and the breeze goes in and out. has a cool glass of your fave drink with a straw and he holds it up to you while you play

one thing ik for sure is rotxo is lowkey good at making beats/bases

the two of you have definitely made a few tracks purely for your enjoyment (like this)

many many many beach dates where you bring your guitar and he lays his head on your lap while the sun sets

taglist. — @rainbowsocks, @dearstell, @erenjaegerwifee, @neteyamyam, @lvrcpid, @grierpilots, @littlexscarletxwitch, @elegantkidfansoul, @anm3mi, @kachowness, @boilingpots , @lagoonabluebabe, @lethalvenus, @casiia, @liluvtojineteyam, @inluvwithneteyam, @syulangg, @junnniiieee07, @drugs-for-memes, @ilovejakesullysdick, @lovelyygirl8, @neqeyam, @ak-aaa-li, @sakura-onesan, @babyymeme, @gender3nvyy,

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[yeahspider]

tooth brush 🫀

Ve’s note - this is fluff . i love a good friends to lovers trope and this is exactly what this is . han jisung x gn reader . this was inspired by that one dnce song . no actual smut but illusion to sex and alcohol mentions .abrupt ending as usual bc i suck at conclusions . i’m gonna get better at posting more frequently and proofreading i swear . (also i’ve gotten a lil critique on my writing style recently but i write how i talk . very casual and very realistic . this is 100% a personal choice and won’t be changing anytime soon sorry *kinda*) anyways i hope your enjoy and feel free to request in my inbox !! <3

you didn’t expect you’d end up here . never in a million years . staring at your reflection in the mirror it’s safe to say you look a mess . bare feet on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor . hair in every which direction . clothed in only a shirt which definitely didn’t belong to you . maybe you had one to many last night . and now you had to deal with consequences .

taking a deep breath you turn on the faucet sink to splash some water on your face . you needed to be 100% awake for the conversation that awaited you once you stepped out your safe haven . just a few steps outside the bathroom door was your childhood best friend han jisung . it’s been awhile since you’ve seen each other . life taking you on different paths . him to a studio and you to college . your bond never severed though .

you had came home from school and decided to have a sleep over with at his house . an event which has happened several times but not once has it ended the way it did last night . you could blame the liquor or you could blame the unresolved feelings that have sitting between you two since you were both 15 .

you knew hiding in the bathroom and waiting for him to leave the room so you could sneak out wasn’t a realistic option . but it was the one that brought you comfort . confronting the hours you spent embraced in each other last night was scarier in comparison . you could smell the breakfast his parents were cooking for you both downstairs . yeah sneaking out was seeming less likely by the second . picking up your sparkly blue toothbrush you left there after your last sleepover you decide to buck up . you were both adults . adults have sex . it’s normal ….maybe not with their childhood best friend but your sure it’s happened before . spitting out the paste you run yours hands through your hair and take a deep breath . you could do this .

“are you going to hide out in there forever or are you gonna come out eventually ?” you heard jisung say from the other side of the door . you could just picture the smile on his face . it leaked through his voice . there went your resolved , down the drain with your toothpaste . your hope of sneaking out officially ruined you grab the doorknob and step out .

“ah there you are i thought you had fallen down the drainpipe or something .” he said as he took in your disheveled appearance . you were rooted to the floor , scrunching your toes in the carpet and gripping the bottom of your - jisung’s - shirt out of nervousness . you couldn’t find it in you to respond to him . and that’s when he burst out laughing . shocking you out of your stance . how could he be laughing right now . this is a serious situation . but the longer you laughed the more weight you felt lifted of your shoulders . you realized that this was just jisung .

you quarter your shoulders . hand on a hip and sled him what exactly was so funny . your tone mocking an anger that you didn’t really feel .

“you’re just cute when your nervous.” jisung’s said as he gestured you to come lay back in the bed . making your way over to him you grumbled something out about not being cute . he pulled you into his lap as you crossed your hands over your chest . pouting at him for laughing at you .

“hey don’t pout it’s okay i have no regrets .” he said as he swirled soothing circles on your bare thighs . bringing a comfort over you as you smile at him . you asked him if he was just saying that to make you feel better .

“i’ve been in love with you since we were like 15 i’m just glad you feel the same way …unless you do regret it ?” he posed the question to you a hint of insecurity in his tone , to which you brushed away as you planted a kiss to the mole on his cheek . you would never regret him .

“cmon my parents made breakfast we can talk seriously after you eat.” jisung stated as he took your hand and lead you out the bed and towards the smell of breakfast .

[worldstarz]

persona 3 spoilers (part 2!)

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x fem!reader

tags: angst

a/n: continuation of this post. i will edit this as soon as i wake up in the morning but i told myself i will not go to bed until this leaves my drafts bc it’s been marinating for like five days. also what is the title of this two part thing??

HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR OCTOBER IN PERSONA 3 !!!

———

it still smells like him.

the room is barren. shinjiro never wanted to leave his mark on the world, trying to erase his own existence. but, as you lie on the sheets that have yet to be changed, the subtle musky scent engulfs you.

“it still smells like him,” you repeat your thoughts aloud, as if by addressing it would make it permanent.

maybe this was weird. if he were here, standing before you, he would be staring down at you with a quirked brow. “what the hell are you doing?”

why did he come to your room that night? what purpose did he have, knowing his own fate?

you try not to cry. you’ve cried enough already, and the image of shinjiro in your head would certainly scold you, telling you to just get up and get some food with him.

but he’s not here.

sure, it’s not what he would’ve wanted, but you make yourself comfortable on his bed. it’s the least he could do after confessing his desire for you, knowing he would die the same day.

lying on your back, you allow your mind to wander. why does it feel like you’re the only one stuck in the past? how has everyone been able to bounce back so quickly? hell, akihiko is basically his brother and he’s already moved on. speaking of moving on, amada’s completely—

fuck, what is wrong with you?

for the past few days, you tried to block these festering thoughts. being open minded was what lead you to be so close to shinjiro. akihiko just processes his grief differently, while amada was just a kid blinded by revenge.

but still…

you sit up abruptly. he wouldn’t want this.

you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and plant your feet on the ground. he wouldn’t want this.

you stand up, smoothing over your clothes. he wouldn’t want this.

but what the hell do you even know about him? how do you know what he would want? you couldn’t even become close enough to figure out what plagued his mind during his every waking moment. maybe if you did, you would’ve been able to stop—

no. he wouldn’t want this either.

just like how he would want akihiko, amada, and everyone else to come together and move on. he would not want you beating yourself up over something you weren’t involved in.

you take a deep breath in, then out. in. out. okay. you’ve got this. this is your last day to be in his room before everything is moved out. all that will remain is the memory of him. everyone else already got a turn a few days ago, so this is your last chance to preserve whatever fragments of him are left in here.

the drawer to his desk is slightly ajar. out of respect for his privacy, you begin to shut it, but something oddly familiar peaks out.

is that…?

with wide eyes and shaky hands, you reach in.

it’s a photo of the two of you, back when shinjiro still went to school, before you had any ideas about why he came to class everyday all beat up.

you’re smiling, holding up a peace sign, while shinjiro glared at the camera. it was a picture taken to commemorate the end of junior high school—one that took a lot of convincing for him to agree to.

on the back, sprawled in your handwriting, you wrote;

“shinjiro,

i found this picture of us from the last day of junior high! it’s weird how much time has passed.

have you been eating well? how is your sleep? are you still growing out your hair? i know you’re not feeling well, but as soon as your health improves, we should hang out again.

also, i miss seeing you in class. hurry up and get better! i need someone to talk to!

-[name]

11/04/08”

it takes you a second, but you do remember writing this. judging by the date, it was roughly a month after he took his leave of absence, citing medical issues. you didn’t have much contact with him outside of school, so you relied on akihiko to transport the photo to him.

you crouch down, trying to get ahold of your emotions. you’ve done enough crying. he wouldn’t want you to waste so many tears on him.

but haven’t you been ignoring his wishes already?

you bury your face in your hands in a pathetic attempt to muffle your sobs. physically, nobody was in here. but for you, shinjiro was everywhere. in this room, in the hallways, in the lounge, on the streets, at school—he followed you everywhere. your morale bent under the weight of his memory.

only now do you realize there will come a day where you will have known the grief longer than you have known him.

but this pain is better than never knowing him in the first place.

shinjiro, who secretly cooked meals for koromaru.

shinjiro, who never let you go to bed on an empty stomach.

shinjiro, who tried to push you away, but failed.

shinjiro, who held you close hours before his death.

shinjiro, who didn’t want to leave his mark on the world, but left a mark on you.

the grief will never go away. you will carry it with you wherever you go, and the weight of it will never diminish. but, you can grow around it. you will grow around it.

because that’s what he would’ve wanted.

[missuswalker]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: your husband, kit, convinces you to stay up with him by promising that you two can sleep in tomorrow morning - KIT SMUT!!!

♰ warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), piv - short bcs i’m still trying to get back into writing + not proofread because i literally cannot

♰ notes: i’d roll over, speak, shake, play dead, sit, and fetch for kit, he’s such an angel (don’t ask why i always put pictures of half-made beds in these, i asked myself the same thing)

“this is great, hun’,” kit compliments, taking another bite of tonight’s dinner. you give him a tired smile, sipping on your glass of water. he quirks an eyebrow, setting his fork down. “you’re quiet tonight. what’s goin’ on in that pretty head,” he asks, his tone playful and light. you breathe out a laugh, shaking your head. “nothing at all, just a long day.”

kit hums in response, standing to take your plate to the sink. when he returns, he takes his place behind you, gentle hands rubbing your arms. “let me take care of you, suga’. wake you up a little,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your shoulder. you shake your head, pushing his face away. “kit, it’s late, we already took too long on dinner, we should get ready for bed. you have work tomorrow and i gotta visit my mother.”

he massages your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. “i’ll call off work. you can go see your ma next week, you know it won’t be any different to her,” he coaxes, persistent to simply just please you. though with a sigh, you can’t help but smile, knowing he won’t be giving up anytime soon. “you are horrible, kit walker. cancel plans with my mother to have sex with you instead?” you tease, turning to look back at him

“sounds like a more-than-fair trade to me,” he responds, pretending to think about it for a moment. you scoff, standing from your seat at the table. “alright, you win.” with a cheeky grin, he’s off, pulling you with him into the bedroom, and shutting the blinds. “i knew you’d cave. you always do.” he had that stupid smirk, the one that you hated and loved all at the same time.

“i do not, you shut your mouth,” you laugh, kicking off your shoes and letting down your hair, setting the endless bobby pins on the bedside table. he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a dorky but endearing action, as he crawls into bed. his lips immediately find that spot on your neck that makes you go weak as if it were second nature to him. “i’ll shut your mouth as long as you open yours,” he jokes, pushing you back into a laying position. “god, kit!” you laugh, rolling your eyes at his words.

“i’m just kiddin’, tonight’s about you.” with that, he slowly unbuttons you blouse, lips trailing down to your collar bone. “i will neva’ get used to how beautiful you are,” he praises, unhooking your bra and sliding the thin straps down your arms. “so, so pretty,” he continues, cupping your tits, now bringing his kisses to the valley of your breasts. his mouth is wrapped around your nipple soon after, a hand finding it’s way under your skirt.

he revels in the whine you give him as his calloused thumb meets your clothed pussy, rubbing slow circles around your clit. “and to think you wanted to go to bed, but here you are, all wet from just a couple of kisses. what do you have to say fo’ yourself, sweetheart?” he teases, removing his hand, and working to get your skirt down your legs, bringing your panties with it. “i need you kit, i do,” you answer, giving him those eyes that he can’t resist.

that was all he needed, his head dipping between your thighs, tongue running through your slick folds. he groans at the taste of you, pushing his already had cock into the mattress. with your head thrown back, you couldn’t see that his eyes remained on your face, though you could feel his stare as you moaned, rolling your hips on his face. his nose brushes your clit, bringing another sweet whine from your lips, almost enough to make him cum his pants.

“you’re driving me insane,” kit says, sitting up and bracing himself with his hands on your knees. he drops his belt and pants to the floor, palming himself through his pre-cum stained briefs. “look what you do to me,” he grunts, grabbing your hand and placing it over his hard-on. “please kit,” you beg, giving him those eyes you know he can’t resist. he decides not to give you anymore trouble, much to your delight, and slides his briefs down to his ankles, kicking them off and wedging himself between your legs.

his painfully hard dick stands against his toned stomach, kit’s hands spreading your legs, gentle as can be. “so, so pretty, all f’me,” he says, lining himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few pumps. when he finally begins to slide in, the both of you moan, kit having to keep your legs open as you squeeze around him. “god, i love you,” he huffs, bottoming out. kit certainly was a bit of a chatterbox during sex, but it was something you liked about him.

“i love you,” you reciprocate, biting down on your lip as you watch his hips slowly start to move, his fingers trailing down your thigh. his pace remains slow, the moment sweet and sensual, the heat between the two of you suffocatingly warm. his grunts are so pretty, though your loud whines outshine them. “you are an angel sent straight from heaven, i swear,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he brings a finger back down to your clit.

squeezing around him, your eyes roll back, a long string of moans and his name falling out of that pretty mouth of yours, and it’s not long before he buries himself deep within your cunt, filling you up like you were meant to be. once he pulls out, he lays down next to you, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. “so good to me,” he whispers, pecking your lips.

“i need to shower, kit.”

“just lay here with me for a minute.”

erm, i’ll do better next time 😋

[stargalaxxy]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒⋆Confession as Sweet as Chocolate₊💌˚⊹♡

. ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)₊ ⊹I literally thought of this when listening to the English cover by Lizz Robinette. I think it's an adorable concept of reader making chocolates for Cole, this takes place during the movie. So ninja are in school and hated by the whole school and city. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ But that's okii, bcs we love them... 𝜗𝜚

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✧˚ ༘ Now Playing: Dreamin ChuChu / どりーみんチュチュ by, emon｡˚

Holding the mixing bowl close to your chest you mix vigorously to get the right texture of cream, your eyebrows knit in concentration as your tongue sticks out. It was late, at least for a school night, but sleep did not matter to you now as a certain boy plagued your mind. 

Wanting to impress Cole and for him to reciprocate the strong feelings that you felt for him, Cole has had your heart since your spring semester as a sophomore. You two spent your summer break together and have continued your friendship when school started back up again in the fall as you both walk in as Juniors.

For weeks you have been dreaming of confessing to Cole, ever since you’re feeling developed during your summer vacation together at the summer festival.

You remembered the night vividly as you and Cole sat on the grass watching fireworks as you made promises to each other to stay close together in the coming school year. How your hands wrapped together, your smaller hand clasped in his larger one, from that day your feeling grew, and you knew you had to tell Cole of your feelings.

His cool attitude and kind nature to help anyone and everyone he meets, the abundant of songs that he listens too and loved to share with you, and his general vibe just had you head over heels for him. 

You knew of his reputation and how the people at school or even city didn’t like him. But you couldn’t understand, 

He was a great guy.

“He’s with Lloyd, (y/n), y’know, Garmadon’s son” you scoff at your friend as she swiped through her phone bored of your constant gushing of the raven hair boy. “That doesn’t mean that Cole is bad, and Lloyd a great guy, and so are the rest of his friends, people just need to see that” you dreamily sigh as you stare at your phone galleries of pictures that you and Cole took during your guy’s summer vacation. 

“I just don’t want you to be outcasted, (y/n).” Your friend finally looks up with a worried look, you knew of her good intentions, but being a bystander to the constant teasing of the ninja wasn’t pretty. Your friend has seen it much more than you, but being too scared she never took too much action and looked the other way. 

“I know, but (f/n), this is what I want, Cole-“ you pause as your heart flutters thinking about your feelings and him. “I really, really like him” you walk to your friend placing your head on your bed next to their thigh. 

She sighs and drags her hand through your hair affectionately, “alright, you got my vote. I hope he’s everything that you hope for” your friend smiles genuinely as you jump up and hug them, “aaah! Thank you thank you!” you sway with her as she chuckles. 

“So, how are you going to confess?” you pause as you nervously sweat, 

“You do have a plan, right?” you hum as if you didn’t hear your friend’s question. 

“(y/n).” your friend eyes you as you finally break, “aaahhh! I have nothing!” you squeak out pouting as you fall back onto your bed dramatically.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months, w’do I do?” you stare at the ceiling as your friend begins to think. 

“Is there anything Cole likes?” she asks, shifting your gaze to her pondering. “He likes music…” your friend nods as she registers the information before a light bulb shines, “you can make him a playlist?” she suggests as you hum, “that’s not bad, but I kinda want to do something more…romantic?” you sit up as you both begin brainstorming now you felt as though if your heads got any closer they would merge. 

You gasp, “he has a sweet tooth!” you shout as your friend ponders on his interests, you both come up with the idea at the same time with a gasp, 

“Homemade chocolate!” you both shout excitedly squealing at how romantic the idea was.

So, here you were a week before valentine’s day mixing in strawberry cream into cute chocolate molds. You smile satisfied at how the first batch came out, you tasted it and had your friend taste as well, making sure they weren’t too sweet. 

Some had nuts others had cream, or caramel filling, your friend helped you find a cute bag to place them in and a ribbon to tie it together. 

“I still think there are better boys~” your friend sings teasing you, “I told you already my heart is set, and besides all the guys in school are jerks!” you retort back making your friend giggle. “Whatta bout, Chen?” your friend then cackles at your unamused face, “he’s a mega jerk, and not my type.” You began to close the mold as you place the last batch in the freezer to take form, starting to clean up before your parents see the chaos.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw him in gym~” your friend fans herself as if to calm her blushing face, you roll your eyes as you think back to Cole during his workout sessions. “Chen has amazing muscles you must admit!” your friend lays her chin on her hand as you faced away from her blush creeping on your face. “Cole has better” you mumble as you scrape at dried chocolate on the counter. 

“What was that?” your friend smirks as she sees you jump,

“N-nothing! Hey, you said you had a bag right, can I see?” you quickly change the subjects as your friend giggles pulling the pastel-colored bag with small bears printed on it.

“It’s strong enough to hold the chocolate, and here’s the ribbon” your friend pulls out the ribbon placing it on a clean surface of the table as you admire the satin-colored, orange. “This is perfect (f/n), thank you!” you go to tackle her into a hug as she stifles another laugh patting your back like a tired mother.

“Yea yea, thank me after you confess, y’better not chicken out!” she points to you as you look away, “no promises…” you chuckle nervously smile as you finally face her.

“Geez, (y/n)” your friend sighs slightly unamused at your hesitancy, “you’ll be fine hun, just remember, that’s their plenty of fish” your friend pats your shoulder comfortingly as you silently go into your own world.

But you didn’t want another fish, this fish was a once in a lifetime, you knew it was. This fish was too good to lose, and you’d be a fool to let him go.

“Alright (f/n), Wednesday, I’m gonna confess!” you held a determined expression as they clap. “Atta girl!”

The next day you spent first period jittering on coffee as you wrote a love note to Cole to shove in his locker, you were gonna write it last night after you cleaned up the kitchen. But being as late as it was you fell asleep with your friend staying over, good thing she stayed over as she had to drag you out of bed.

“You working on the love note?” your friend asks as she lays her cheek on the cold desk surface, you nod as you finally finish. You read it over correcting any mistakes as you pass it over to your friend, “how does this sound?” you ask for her advice as you feel heavy hands on your shoulder making your scream. “How does what sound?” Cole’s voice rings into your ear as he too jumps from your scream, your friend shoves the note into her bag as you look nervously up at Cole.

Pulling his headphones down to his neck, he tilts his head waiting for you to talk, “uh-uhm…” you stutter as your cheeks start to turn pink, his hands laid on your shoulders you could feel his fingers unintentionally graze the sensitive parts of you open neck. 

Your friend being a total bestie, sits and tries to think of something, anything to save you. 

“we’re going over homework, (y/n) forgot hers so I was helping her out” your friend sounded as convincing as a convicted criminal, but for whatever reason Cole shrugs and accepts it. He turns and squats next to you taking off his headphones, “okay, so y’gotta listen to this, I found it while browsing the internet for forgotten classics of soft rock songs and this one is a keeper!” 

Cole presses a few buttons on his phone as he places the headphone on your ears as he plays the music.

Your friend couldn’t hear the music, but she can see the interactions that you two shared, with Coles sneaking glances at your face to see what you thought of his interests. To your smile when sway of your head to whatever beat was playing in your ears. It was adorable in her opinion as she smiles feeling the love radiating off both of you at that moment. 

When the song finishes you pull down the headphones, “I liked it, you always find the best music Cole” you felt calm again as you smile to Cole appreciating his share of music taste with you. 

You didn’t notice but your friend did at Coles blush, as he looks away scratching the back of his shaggy hair as a smile cracks onto his face. 

“m’glad you liked it…” Cole mumbles as his voice got quiet feeling his heart skip a beat at your compliment, “I got more if you want to listen to some during lunch” Cole suggests as he looks back to you. Your smile couldn’t get any bigger as you nod, “yea, I’d love too!” your cheerful face made Coles heart flutter as he captures the image in his mind of your pretty smile. 

He instantly stands up making you lean your head up; he looks away his hands on the back of his neck as he tried to contain his blush with a cool exterior. “That’s great, see you then” you giggle as you take his headphones off giving them to him, he takes them removing one of his hands from his neck to grab it. “Don’t get in trouble with the teachers, okay?” you tease as he was notorious for getting his headphones taken away in class. Cole chuckles as he makes his way out the class ignoring glares from classmates as he waves to you a goodbye. 

Once he was gone your friend pulls out the note and lightly pats your head with it earning your attention. “The notes fine, (y/n) you should confess to him, chocolate or not.” She smiles as you blush your nervousness returning, “b-but I can’t just confess out of the blue! I still have to work out what I’ll say to him a-and how I’ll give him his gift-“ your friend cuts you off, “it’s simple, three words, I. love. you.” She places the note on your desk noticing your still distressed face.

“Look, (y/n), I get it your nervous. But I see it in Cole that he likes you too, you both deserve each other, you both suck at hiding your feelings for one another~” your friend teases as your blush gets worst. “wh-what! Cole has feelings for me?” you point to yourself, your friend smiles, and nods, “duh, didn’t you see him blushing?” she shakes her head as you look down. “ya got this, (y/n), go for it!”

You stare at the note, your determined face returning once again as you repeat your friends’ words in your head.

Deciding to use the note you make it anonymous, placing it in Cole’s locker the next day Tuesday, deciding that you would confess a day early instead of Wednesday. You wrote to meet you on the school’s courtyard after school. A pretty scenery to confess.

You frantically grab your things as you didn’t have much time left until you had to meet Cole, “c’mon, (y/n) you’re gonna be late” your friend taps her foot as she watches you check over items to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“D-do I look alright?” you turn to your friend as you did your hair and light makeup, your friend nods as she smooths out any stray hairs. “You’re fine, now stop worrying and go knock his heart out!” she lightly pushes you as she grabs your bookbag. 

“I’ll be waiting out at the gate if anything goes south, which I know won’t, but still just text me and I’ll come running” your friend smiles as she walks away from your teary face “waah, (f/n)!” you go to try and hug her just for her to block you with your bag. “Thank me later!!! Go!” your friend shouts as she runs from you before you could hug her, 

You sniffle as you make your way to the courtyard passing other people that stayed after school for clubs and such. You open the heavy doors to outside as you see pink petals litter the floor from the two big trees, you huff as you look around for Cole. You were a minute late, surely, he didn’t leave…

“hey” you squeak as Cole comes up behind you, his calm smile greets you as you stutter out a hello.

Don’t chicken out now!

You pray as you wipe your clammy hands on your shirt, you reach into your purse and pull out a tiny bag of the chocolates that you made for Cole that night. Remembering all the love and passion that you put into making them, giving your friend any of the ugly looking chocolates because you deemed them not good enough for Cole. 

You swallow as you look to Cole who was holding your note in his hand, “so, you wrote this. I thought it was a prank, at first. I wasn’t gonna show up when I thought that” your heart stops but you continue to listen, “but then I saw you and your friend at your locker, I heard what you wanted to do” his smile never left as he grabs your free hand. “But I want to hear it from your lips, what do you want, (y/n)?” your heart flutters as Cole mumbles your name, feeling much sweeter than all the other times he has said it. 

You lick your lips to find the words.

Just three simple words, right?     

“I made chocolate.” You hold out the small bag, your friend didn’t know why but she felt as though she had to face palm herself.

Cole looks down at the bag with a confused expression, his smile then returns as he holds out his hand to take your gift.

You place it in his feeling his touch s you grazed your fingers on his palm in a stiff motion. You watch as Cole’s larger hands take them from your smaller ones and delicately pulls at the ribbon making the bag open. You shift your weight to one foot as you wait in anticipation for Cole to taste your chocolates. 

He finally takes one, it was a molded heart, you remember the filling of it being strawberry cream inside the heart molds. 

Cole pops it into his mouth as he chews the mold breaks in his mouth, sweet strawberry cream lays on his tongue as he hums. Cole swallows and then smiles big before grabbing another, your own smile making its way onto your lips as you sigh in relief. 

“This is good, (y/n), you made these yourself?” Cole asks as he pops a sphere chocolate mold into his mouth, that one was caramel. 

“Y-yea, its homemade” you mutter out blushing as he continues to eat, as you watched him you were feeling more confident in confessing. “I made them because I know how much you like sweet things, I worked on them all afternoon into the night on Sunday, because I wanted them to be perfect for you.” You look to Cole seeing his attention was on you, taking a deep breath you continue. 

“I like you Cole, like, really like you. I have since the night you took me to the summer festival, ever since that night I wanted to hug you and kiss you! I want to hold your hand in the hallways and protect you when people bully you! I want to meet your family and friends and I want you to meet mine! I want cute dates and I want to make you more sweets whenever you ask for them!” you take another breath not realizing your emotions had gotten the best of you as tears fall from your eyes.

You look up at Cole with glossy doe eyes as he had a warm hand on your chin the bag empty and in his pocket as he smiles, a piece of chocolate on his lips. “I would love to do everything and more with you, (y/n).” Cole whispers the words only for you to hear as you smile sniffling you use your free hand to wipe the tears away.

“c-can I kiss you?” you whisper out as well, your bodies coming closer as you cup both your hands on Cole’s cheeks.

Cole exhales a breath as he smiles, “as long as you don’t mind chocolate breathe~” you giggle as you tilt your head your eyes begin to close as Cole follows your lead. “I don’t min-“

You stop yourself from talking as Coles lips landed on yours, the kiss was slow and soft. Tasting chocolate on his lips, you both pull away, having to stop yourself from going in again. 

You suffice with wiping the remaining chocolate off his lips. Cole embraces you pulling you into his body as he places his hand on the back of your head and his arm wrapped around your waist. Your own arms hugging him close under his arms laying your head on his chest. You both squeeze each other in comfortable silence, silently celebrating at your success in confessing.

You can feel Cole’s cheeks move to a playful smile as he breaks the silence, 

“Got anymore chocolate?” you chuckle at his eagerness to have more of the sweets you made, you nod pulling away, “a bunch, c’mon” you grab his hand and lead him out the school to your house where he can have all the sweet chocolate that he wants. Cole squeezes your hand, as you catch a glimpse of your friend, you wave, and she smiles turning away. She walks home a proud smile on her face as she caught a glimpse of your hand holding, likely going to call you later to spill the details of your confession and shout, I told you so’s. 

Cole looks to you and smile, “was your friend pushing you to confess?” he asks, you nod as you nervously scratch the back of your neck. “hah, yea, I was gonna confess tomorrow. But she told me to do it sooner, since she knew you had feelings for me too~” it was your turn to smile as Cole blushes hiding it in his hand as he looks away, “she knew…” he mumbles as you giggle grazing your thumb on the back of Coles hand assuring him.

“You fooled me, I was so nervous” you placed a hand on your heart as if to show how fast your heart was pounding.

Cole smiles as he turns his cheeks lightly painted with pink blush, “I was too, if you weren’t going to confess, I was” you gave Cole a shocked expression as he laughs. “But m’glad you did!” you groan as you both laugh at your guy’s silly feelings of chase to confession. 

“It would make for a nice story” you wink as Cole nods his cheeks darkening at the thought of telling people of how you got to be a couple, suggesting that you would be with him for a long time.

Not that he minded, he was looking forward to it.

AAAAA it's like 2 in the morning bruuuhhh, I have no business being uup. But I'm glad I finished this thought before it went poof in my mind, ˊᗜˋ But I wanna say thank you for all of the support that I have been getting for my other stories, I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying reading them as much as I like creating them! °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° Anyways, I sleep nowwww!!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆