#im so exhausted 🍓

[mochaaaaaaaa]

Hey, Mocha! Quick question, do you have any ocs I could draw?

Yes I do!

These two are my msm ocs, Mersey and Yodel! I posted them about a month or two in this blog.

And if Mersey and Yodel are too difficult or too much to draw, then you can draw my main oc/mascot, Mocha if that's fine with you! I made him have a very simple design before I started my youtube channel because I didn't want to overwork people with a character with a difficult design if they ever wanted to make fanart for me! I've kept him with a simple design just in case if other people on other social medias wanted to see what he would look like <3

[blueberrybeomgyurecs]

tbh i think in terms of the nwjns situation, everything will work out. mhj will still play a big role in the creative direction, but she won't have as much power over the girls, hopefully (in terms of their standing as idols. now in terms of emotional manipulation, well...). it's obvious ador is doing what they can to approach the situation. i hope the girls learn that mhj is not the best thing that has ever and ever will happen to them.

[canpandaspvp]

surprise song time

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "insomnia" ⎯୧ (lcy)

+*:🍓:*﹤descrip. : you help anton out after a rough week <3

+*:🧺:*﹤content : sub!anton x fem!reader/dom!reader (i think)

+*:🫐:*﹤warnings : smut, roommates/friends to lovers, 18+, so mdni 🤞(there are some really bad words in here), unprotected sex bc i forgot to add any </3 (please use protection), edging, wet dreams, overstim kinda, palming over clothes, blowjob, light nipple touching, petname babyboy, anton calls reader noona, i'm a year older than anton so i just made y/n older as well <3 this story switches povs bc im unprofessional, vaginal penetration, female anatomy for reader, clit rubbing

+*:💗:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🍓:*﹤masterlist

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Anton can't sleep. 

He tosses and turns just to wake up two hours later, hot, sweaty, and heaving. He writes it off as having nightmares, but that doesn’t explain the hard-ons he always has. He considers getting one off to help him relax, and that works for the first two nights. Then, in the days that follow, it's like no matter how long he goes at it, getting himself all whiny and desperate, he can't cum. That realization only makes it harder to stay asleep, lucky if he dozes off for forty minutes. 

It's so aggravating. During lecture, he can barely keep his eyes open, but when his head hits the pillow, it's like he can't shut his mind up. 

Tonight, he gives up around 1 AM after going in and out of sleep for an entire hour. He's restless but exhausted, and his mood is shot when you walk in the apartment. You had a long shift, so you can’t wait to snuggle in bed and watch a couple of comfort movies. You stop by the kitchen on your way to your room, unable to ignore your roommate's quiet grumbles. 

“Anton?” You call out, but his back is turned toward you, and he's still mumbling to himself, fiddling with a container.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright?” You ask, placing an arm on his shoulder and gently turning him toward you. 

“m fine, can't get this stupid box open.” He mumbles grumpily. In his hands, a box of hot cocoa packets is bent out of shape. You look at him in question (how did he bend the box like that? They aren't hard to open), but your attention is instead drawn to his features.

To put it short, he looks terrible. His eyes are puffy and red like he's been crying, his hair is tangled like he hasn't brushed it in days, and his oversized shirt is hanging off his shoulder, wrinkled and stretched out like he’s been pulling at it.

“Do you need help?” You reach for the box, but he moves out of your way, tucking the box to himself protectively as he continues struggling with it.

Anton knows he looks stupid, struggling to open this goddamn box, but ever since his problem of not getting off started, he hasn't been able to look you in the eyes. Every time you guys make eye contact, he feels ashamed.

What’s frustrating is that he doesn’t know why. You're beautiful, and he can't lie and say he's not attracted to you, but he's never thought about you in a sexual way, because he’s put in great effort to not do so.

So why is it hard to be around you all of a sudden? He can’t help but feel sad about the circumstances, as he was enjoying the friendship you two had been building for the past three months.

“I got it.” He mutters again, tone sharp and stern. You watch him for a couple seconds and conclude that he doesn't in fact have it.

“Are you sure, Toni? I can-”

“I said I've got it.” He snaps, voices suddenly raised and face scrunched up in annoyance. You slightly flinch at his outburst, a wave of your own irritation washing over you. 

“Excuse me?” You ask, offended by his tone. His face falls and he turns away from you again. Seconds later, his shoulders begin to shake with his sobs. 

He wishes you would leave him alone, because having your eyes on him makes him feel things he can’t explain. He just wants to have some hot cocoa, get off, then go the fuck to sleep. 

“Oh, Toni.” You coo, mood softening as you begin rubbing his back. “What's the matter?”

You and Anton aren’t extremely close, and not by lack of trying. You’re so attracted to him, but love being his friend and don’t want to mess it up by asking him out. Despite that, you've never seen him in this state before. His usually cheerful, even charismatic personality is completely gone, turned into something snappy and miserable. 

“I'm so tired.” He says, his voice shaky and so quiet you almost don’t hear him. The palms of his hands come to rub his eyes aggressively. “Can't sleep, no matter what I do.”

You wonder how long he had to be in this state to be acting like this, feeling a bit guilty that you hadn't noticed the signs earlier. You think for a second about how to help. 

“I was going to go watch some movies in bed.” You offer after a few moments of silence. “Do you want to join me? It might be nice to have some company for a little bit.” 

He lowers his hands from his eyes and thinks about your offer. You guys have huddled in bed for movies before, so it isn’t a wild suggestion, and your bed is always so warm, multiple blankets and plushies adding extra cushion. He turns around, ignoring the heavy feeling he gets from looking at you.

“Here, I'll even make this for you.” You gently remove the box from his hands, ripping its cardboard flap and opening it with ease. He looks at you in surprise for a second, then nods. 

“Okay, why don't you go get settled and I'll be there in a minute?” 

He pads softly to your room, shoulders slumped and feet dragging.

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Anton is buried underneath your duvet and blankets, only his eyes up to his forehead visible when you walk into your bedroom. 

“Comfy, are we?” You ask with a light chuckle, reaching out to hand him his cocoa. He sits up in bed and takes the mug. After changing into pajamas in the bathroom, you settle into your own space and pull up a selection of movies on your phone. 

“How's The Cat Returns?” You ask, watching as he downs the drink and snuggles back into the sheets. 

“Fine.” He mumbles, eyes droopy. You feel bad for him again, hoping he'll be able to get some sleep tonight.

You get through that and a third of Coraline when you hear Anton huff loudly. You glance down to see that he's snuggled up by your chest, eyes shut and breath even. He’s never slept in your bed before, but you don’t want to wake him up from some much needed rest. You take a moment to appreciate his beauty. In the glow from your bedside lamp, you can see his rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, and your heart swells with fondness. Maybe this will make you guys even closer. You smile in triumph and continue the movie. 

Ten minutes later, you hear it. You ignore it the first time, but it happens again soon after. Anton lets out a faint whimper. For a second, you think he's talking to you, but he doesn't respond when you call out his name. Instead, he full-on moans. 

“N-noona.” He mumbles. The blankets have fallen from his chest and pooled around his pelvis, and you see his hips twitch slightly. “Please…”

Was he…having a wet dream?

Surely not, you tell yourself. The circumstances of this happening are quite unlikely. 

“Y/N…need you.” He whines quietly, and your eyes jump to the size of saucers. 

He was having a wet dream about you?!

Your cheeks heat up, feeling flattered but scandalized. He doesn't say anything else, but his breath picks up rapidly, becoming more choked off as it progresses. Seconds later, he jerks awake, gasping and panting, his fingers tangled into the blankets. You watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow down his breath. Then, he opens them again and looks up from your chest. 

“Oh, Noona, did I wake you? I'm sorry.” He asks, voice thick and words slurred.

You ignore the way hearing him call you that now makes you hot all over, arousal manifesting in your panties. He sits up with messy hair and puffy cheeks. Is he just going to pretend like he wasn't dreaming about you? 

“What?” You scoff, a smile tugging at your lips. You can't help but laugh at how weird this situation was.

“Sorry for disturbing you, I'll head back to my room now.” You watch in disbelief as he sluggishly stands up from the bed and not-so subtly covers his boner with his large shirt.

The truth is, Anton can't wait to get out of your vicinity. Your scent is stuck to his clothes, and he doesn't know why he likes it so much. That shameful feeling is back, and he wants it off his skin.

“Wait, Anton.” You call out, dropping your phone on the sheets and just barely catching his wrist.

Shit. He turns back to you, eyes falling to your mouth, and he could've sworn you were almost…smirking?

“Did you get to sleep?” You ask, but your eyes lack genuine curiosity.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I did.” He answers awkwardly, looking everywhere but your eyes. He’s so cute, and his nervousness makes you feel empowered.

“What did you dream about?” 

“What?” He looks at you finally with a look of confusion.

“Dreams? Did you have any?” You slowly lead him to sit back down. He follows easily, pulled back onto your soft, comfortable blankets.

“Uhm, no, not that I remember.” 

“You can't remember what you dreamt about?” You ask, incredulous. He looks away for a second, thinking, then turns back to you and shakes his head. 

“I think I've been having nightmares a lot recently. I keep waking up on the verge of a panic attack.” He explains. You hum in contemplation. You can’t help but wonder if any more of these “nightmares” have actually been wet dreams, and if so, how many of them have been about you. 

Slowly, your hand trailed along his thigh, and you delight in the sound of his breath hitching. His body is tense, eyes looking at you in question. “But that's alright, I guess I don't w-want to if they were that scary.” He stutters as your hand trails higher and higher. You’re giving him a sultry look, and he wonders if this is going where he thinks it’s going, and is surprised to realize maybe he wants it to go there, despite it being so sudden.

“That's interesting, because I think I know what you dreamt about, and why you can't get to sleep.” You say, circling your finger around a spot right on his hip. They twitch under your touch, and you almost coo again watching him try to restrain himself. 

You’re not sure where you suddenly got the nerve to act like this, but you say to hell with it. You’ve been harboring a crush on him ever since you became his roommate, and he obviously shares the same desire, if his subconscious is anything to go off of. His shy demeanor only makes you more confident. You move on from his hip and slide a hand up his loose shirt.

Anton’s almost relieved by your statement—he wants almost nothing more than to have a full night's rest—but he finds it hard to focus on your words as your nails lightly scrape his skin. His eyelids flutter prettily.

“When was the last time you came?” You ask abruptly, causing Anton’s eyes to snap open.

“I’m sorry?”

“You likely can't go to sleep because you're so tense. When you do, you can't stay asleep because you keep having wet dreams about me that eventually wake you back up.” You’re not sure if the last part is true, but that’s your working theory. You watch as he struggles to comprehend your statement as you graze a couple of fingers over his nipple, voice catching in a gasp. 

“What are you talking about? I'm not even having inappropriate thoughts about you.” He defends, because he tries so hard to not have inappropriate thoughts about you. He doesn’t want to be a pervert and take advantage of the friendship you guys have, so he pushes away any sexual thoughts that creep up in his mind. Sometimes it’s so hard, but he values your company so much, and doesn’t want to upset you.

“Oh, yeah? So when you moaned, ‘Y/N noona, I need you’ in your sleep, you weren't having inappropriate thoughts about me?” You ask, over-exaggerating the way he moaned. His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of you tugging on his nipple, then you trail your hand back down to lightly trace his bulge. His hips lift towards your hand, and you pull it away. 

Even in his aroused, half-asleep mind, your words make sense. Why he feels shame looking at you, why he’s always rock solid when he wakes up. It’s not a far fetch to think he’s been having sexual dreams, nor is it to wonder if those dreams are about you, since you’re the only person he’s been attracted to lately. 

You wrap your hand around his member through his pants, snatching him out of his thoughts. 

“F-fuck.” He gasps quietly, surprised at your actions. “What are you doing?”

“Did you think you could get off on the thought of me and I wouldn't take up the opportunity to finally fuck you?” 

Questions swim around in his head. Have you been wanting to have sex with him? You’ve been thinking about him inappropriately this whole time? The mere idea of you finding him attractive gets him even more hot and bothered, but he has no time to dwell on these thoughts once you start palming him roughly through his sweatpants.

“Oh, g-god.” He whimpers out after a few minutes, hips finally bucking into your touch. “Please, ‘m close.” His breath quickens again, uneven and harsh like it was in his sleep. His cheeks are dusted with baby pink, embarrassed about how close he’s gotten so quick, but he can’t help it. You’re so beautiful and you’re touching him and he’s realizing maybe his feelings are bigger than he previously thought. 

“You're gonna cum from humping my hand?” You ask, unimpressed. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Your words make him feel like he’s being boiled alive. Part of him can’t believe this is happening, but he’s so desperate to please you. Anton gasps, pushing his hips back onto the blankets to get away from the stimulation.

“Please, stop. Wanna last.” He begs. He’s so cute, all weak and compliant, and you want to tease him more, see how long he holds out, but you can tell how much he wants to last, so you relent. He mumbles weak “thank you”s as he comes from the edge, and once his breathing returns to normal, you straddle him. He opens his eyes and looks at you in question, audibly gulping when he sees your dark, hungry gaze. He starts a sentence, but you cut him off as you grind your cunt against his member. 

“God, Y/N.” He groans, throwing his head back into the pillows. 

“Sorry, you were saying?” You ask, giggling meanly. You keep the movement up, building a rhythm while watching him struggle to string words together.

“I can’t– ahh– can’t believe t-this is happening.” He manages, interrupted by a particularly rough grind. For a second, his head catches on the opening of your cunt, and even through two layers of clothing, the feeling has him reeling.

“Hm.” You sigh into the feeling and accept the fact that you were gonna have to throw these underwear away. “Why’s that?”

“You’re so pretty a-and nice and– Fuck, fuck, need you, please.” He whimpers out, echoing the words he spoke while asleep. You take in the sight of him, and he just looks so beautiful, brown hair fanning out beneath him. His lips are red from him biting them, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean down and kiss him. He tastes a little like the cocoa he had earlier.

It starts out slow, Anton taking a couple of seconds to comprehend the situation, overcome his shock, and actually kiss you back. Then it becomes more of him panting against your mouth, hips jerking erratically under your weight.

You still don’t want him to finish just yet, so you lift off of him and ignore the displeased whine he lets out. You pull his sweatpants off slowly while lightly scratching the skin of his thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp he takes. He’s so responsive, so fun to play with.

“Oh,” You whisper, shocked to realize he’s not wearing underwear. “So what’s this? Were you expecting to come in here and get your dick wet?” You ask in disbelief, eyeing his cock. It’s about average, but thick, and just thinking about having that in you has your pussy throbbing. You’re just teasing, but your words break Anton into a cold sweat. 

“N-no! No– these are m-my pajamas.” He explains desperately, words clipping off into a whine as you lift his hard cock with two fingers then let it flop back down. You can’t help but be mesmerized by it. It was a deep shade of pink, almost red, and a white bead of precum was forming at the tip. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight. You professionally move on from the fact that Anton doesn’t sleep with underwear on in favor of running your tongue across the slit of Anton’s dick.

He let out a choked sound and his hips jerk violently, but you’re able to back up before his penis collides with your nose. 

“Toni, if you want me to touch you here, you have to be still.” You warn, one hand coming to rest on his hip.

“Sorry, sorry, I can do that. I can-” His rambling is cut off by you taking his entire head into your mouth. “Shit, shit, I– ‘m.” His hands come to tangle into your hair, but you pull off of his dick and place his arms back by his side. You don’t say anything, but you’re sure he gets the command.

“Gonna cum already, baby boy?” You ask teasingly, rubbing his wrists gently. His breath hitches at the pet name, and you make a mental note to revisit that later.

“No,” he mumbles defensively. Your eyebrow lifts in suspicion, but you take his word for it.

“If you get close, let me know, okay?” You hold eye contact while saying it, and he responds with a nod. “No, baby. Answer with your words. Can you do that for me?”

“I’ll let you know, promise.” He says, nodding quickly, so desperate to get your mouth back on his dick. You’re not sure how much you believe him, but you oblige, slowly taking his member into your mouth inch by inch. Since he’s on the shorter side, it doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, his tip barely even reaching the back of your throat, but he’s hot and heavy on your tongue.

You wait and adjust for a second then begin a pace. Under you, Anton doesn’t say anything, the only communication being his gasps and grunts. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter, desperate to buck up into the wet heat, but still, he doesn’t say anything. You pull off his dick to instead suck at the head, tongue sliding across and dipping into the slit. Almost immediately, Anton verbally explodes.

“Stop! Stop, please– too much, ahh–” He rambles, stuttering around portions of a sentence. He’s so embarrassed, but it’s not his fault you’re playing his body like a fiddle. 

You love the sound of him begging, so you keep up the ministrations a bit longer until his whines are so loud that he’s practically screaming, squirming on your blankets. You pull off again and rub up and down his thighs slowly. He gasps and pants as he comes down, so tense, and his cock is even more red, twitching as a steady stream of precum leaks out of the tip. It’s so vulgar that it almost drives you insane, and you’re starting to think you’re gonna lose it if you don’t sit on his cock in the next few minutes, but you push through it.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts. Want me to help you, or should I just leave you like this?” You ask, rubbing lightly at the head. In Anton’s sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated mind, he can’t see how much you want him, how you’re just as desperate as he is, and thinks you’re serious.

“No, please, please, don’t leave me, it hurts so bad.” His hips jump lightly, drawing your attention to his member in an effort to prove his point. “I can’t–can’t get off alone, need you.” He can’t even fathom the thought of you leaving him like this, tender and submissive and so, so hard. 

You can’t help but coo at that. You slip your pajamas and underwear, as well as his shirt, off, then straddle him again. You grind your cunt against his member again, this time without the barrier of clothing. Before he can beg, you crash your lips into his, swallowing any small sounds that try to escape. 

You kiss him until your lips hurt, making up for all the time you spent silently pining after him, not knowing he wanted you just as bad. When you pull away, he’s struggling to catch his breath and looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“You’re s-so stunning, I c-can’t believe you l-like me.” He mumbles through stuttered breaths. His hands lay awkwardly by his sides, and you lift them up to rest on your hips. His thumbs rub circles into them shyly, which causes your heart to swell up.

“How could I not like you, sweet boy? You’re so handsome and smart, so caring.” You run your hand through his tangled hair, gently undoing a couple of knots as you remember the traits and quirks that made you like him from the beginning. He practically melts into your touch and praise, but you’re not done with him just yet. You raise your hips and lean into his ear.

“You’ve been such a good boy, do you want me to fuck you now?” You barely get the question out before he’s nodding again, all eager at the idea of finally feeling your walls against his cock. 

Anton watches with slow, bated breath as you line your opening up with his length, but then you actually take it in, bottoming out with no hesitation, and his eyes roll into his head. He screams, but the sound is muffled due to his teeth trapping his bottom lip. You sigh in pleasure while letting yourself adjust to the feeling, then study his features as you clench around his dick.

His eyebrows furrow, and he lets out another high-pitched keen, and you’re mesmerized by his beauty. Anton’s grip on your hips tightens as you lift up and slide back down, but you feel a bit annoyed that his eyes remain closed. 

“Look at me, Toni.” You request, hands resting on his chest to support your weight. His eyes barely open, fluttering like it’s a struggle, and you can't help but think again that he’s just so cute. You want to destroy him.

“Good job.” You praise and graze his nipples with your fingers. His hips jerk at the sensation, pushing himself deeper into you, and you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily as a wave of pleasure washes over you. You breathe through it in an attempt to hold on to some sanity. On the next inhale, you pick up the pace, sliding his length in and out of you rapidly. 

“Oh, oh god- fuck, th-that’s so good, you’re so good.” Anton rambles, his voice strained and high-pitched in a way you’ve never heard before. You’re instantly obsessed with the sound and make a tsk-ing noise when he bites his bottom lip. You lift your hand off of his chest and squish his cheeks. His bottom lip juts out in a forced pout.

“None of that, baby boy. I wanna hear you.”

“-t’s embarrassing.” He mumbles weakly, which tapers off into another moan as you sink down fully and roll your hips. You throw your head back, feeling his thick size touch you in places you’ve never reached. You pick up a rhythm of sliding him in and out of you a couple of times then bottoming out and rolling your hips.

“Damn, Anton. You f-feel amazing.” You moan, stuttering when his hips buck into your own. You look back at him and his eyes are still open, and he’s giving you that look again, the one that makes you want to shy away under all of that adoration. Before you can, he throws his head back, baring his pretty, flushed neck as another high-pitched noise rips its way out of his throat. 

“F-fuck, -m so-sorry, can’t look– gonna cum, I’m–” 

You still on his lap and ignore the frustrated noise he lets out. Next to his ear, you whisper, “Not yet, Toni. Don’t you want to make me feel good too?”

He nods dumbly, unaware of how good he’s already making you feel. His eyes are empty and glossed over as you guide his hand to your clit. He rubs it experimentally, and your pleased sigh has him speeding up a bit, pressing a little harder to hear more of those sounds from you. 

His entire body is tense and burning hot, so close to the release he’s been chasing for a week, and watching your beautiful body react to his touch only makes it worse. He wants to get you there first, but when you roll your hips down again, he doesn’t think he can do it.

“P-please don’t move, please, please.” He begs, words slurring and eyes shining with desperation. He’s so deeply submitted to you that it’s almost unbearable, and you have the sudden need to please him, make him cum so hard he forgets his name, then kiss him to sleep. You support your weight with your shaky arms and lift your hips up.

“Fuck me, baby. Don’t you wanna cum?” You ask, putting on your sweetest voice for him. 

“Fuck yeah, yes, need it.” Anton grunts out. He wraps your arms around his neck and grips your hips tightly before roughly thrusting into your cunt. 

“Oh, fuck, Toni–” You gasp out with your face burried in his neck. His desperation shows through his lack of rhythm, his strokes uneven and harsh. He’s hitting your sweet spot so aggressively it feels like you might lose your mind, then his hand comes to rub your clit again, the grip on your waist strong enough to hold you up with one hand. 

“Oh, god. Cum, please cum, I-I can’t hold it.” He begs, words interlaced with keens and gasps. Despite your previous permission, he’s still so desperate to please you, even with wet cheeks and eyebrows furrowed in agony. The sight, the feeling of him pounding into your sweet spot, and the harsh, uneven rubbing on your clit sends you into overdrive. You cum so hard your hearing almost goes out, but you can faintly make out his muffled screams, and you feel him cream in you, hot fluids spilling back over his cock as he works himself through it. 

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Eventually, the air stills, and for the first time in hours, Anton’s tense body fully relaxes, his bones melding into your pillows. You lift off of him to let him fully catch his breath, and slip into the bathroom. His eyes are closed when you return, and flutter open when he feels something warm and wet touch his skin. 

You’re clean now, having wiped yourself down in the bathroom, and he’s silent as you clean him up as well. His blinks are slow like his eyelids are heavy, and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to leave kisses all over his puffy cheeks. 

You put discarded clothing as well as any dirty blankets in your laundry basket, then climb under the duvet with him. He’s warm and cozy when you pull him to lay on your chest again.

It’s silent for a few minutes, but you know he’s not asleep, because his breath is irregular.

“...Noona?” He calls out so quietly you’re surprised you hear it, alert to make sure he’s got everything he needs, so you hum in response. 

“Did you mean it? That you think I’m…handsome, and stuff?” He mumbles. His voice is so soft and sweet that you just wanna eat him up, but you don’t wanna disturb his comfort. 

“I meant every word, Anton. I’ve adored you since we met.” You confess while running your fingers through his fluffy, tangled hair. 

Moments of silence pass.

“I think I’ve been denying my crush on you for the past four weeks.” He whispers again, almost uncertain. His words have your heartbeat picking up, the idea of him reciprocating your romantic feelings makes you so happy you could jump on the bed, because you don’t know how you would’ve gone back to being just friends after tonight.

Similar thoughts run through Anton’s mind. He can’t believe he didn’t see his feelings for you sooner. It feels like after a full week, he’s finally able to relax into his skin again. You’re so comforting, and remembering how you took care of him gives him butterflies. Curiously, he looks up at you, and your eyes are staring back at him, as soft and sparkly as they’ve always been. He can’t believe how deep his feelings for you actually run. 

Your lips curl into a big smile, then you're suddenly cupping his cheeks and pressing warm, wet kisses all over his face.

“So cute. You’re so, so cute. I can’t resist any longer.” You say through smooches. He grunts in feigned annoyance, pretending that his heart isn’t threatening to jump out of his chest. You lay him back down, but he still has one question on his mind.

“Noona, w-will you…be my girlfriend?” His uncertain tone is back, despite everything.

“I better be.” You say lightly, half-joking. You continue running your fingers through his hair, and Anton’s eyelids become so heavy that he can’t keep them open despite wanting to stay here in this moment with you. 

You want to be sure before you drift off yourself, so you wait for a few more minutes, and then his breath evens out, and Anton falls asleep.

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a/n : this story on ao3 <33 pls lmk if i missed any tags i should add! this is my first ff so it's lacking, but i tried my best to fix up any obvious plotholes!!

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

hi would a time lord vomit like humans like through their mouth or would it be different im just curious pleasr and thank you

How do Gallifreyan vomit?

Gallifreyan vomiting is a bit different from human vomiting, but ultimately, yes, it all comes out of the mouth. Unlike humans, however, Time Lords have an added level of control.

🦠 Mild Toxins

If a substance is only mildly harmful, artron energy in the stomach probably neutralises it. In such cases, the Gallifreyan will likely never even notice, as it's processed quietly through the digestive or urinary systems.

⚠️ Serious Toxins

If the toxin is more harmful, Time Lords have two main ways to purge it:

Via the Digestive System: This is like normal vomiting, where the contents of the stomach are expelled forcefully. Time Lords can voluntarily activate the lower esophageal sphincter to make the process more controlled, but it's still unpleasant and painful.

Via the Respiratory System (Detox): For some toxins, they can perform a Detox by forcing the substance out of their system through an aggressive, violent exhale. This option, while equally unpleasant, saves the carpet.

🏫So ...

Ultimately, it all still exits through the mouth, but the Time Lord's approach to expelling toxins is a bit more versatile.

Related:

💬|🥗🍹Do Gallifreyans control how quickly their body processes alcohol?: Gallifreyan alcohol processing, its limitations, and the dangers of ginger.

💬|🥗🍲What does a Gallifreyan diet look like?: Normal eating habits of Gallifreyans.

🤔|🥗🍓Are there any fruits my Gallifreyan should avoid in their diet?

Hope that helped! 😃

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[moonchildstyles]

thinking about pretty girl not being able to sleep but she doesn’t want to wake Harry because he had a long day at work and fell asleep pretty quickly after they had their little goodnight kisses, so she turns on the lamp since he’s facing the other way and grabs the book off of his nightstand that he’s been reading and she just starts it from the beginning without touching his bookmark, and maybe she’s a little fidgety and antsy because she can’t get comfortable and she doesn’t even realize she’s been squirming a little until Harry turns over with a sleepy squint like ?? what’s wrong why are you awake :( in his mumbly groggy voice because she’s his sleepy girl anyways and she gets grumpy and he gets worried when she doesn’t get enough sleep and she’s just shushing him no no im sorry i didn’t mean to wake you go back to sleep baby, running her fingers through his hair telling him she’ll turn the light off and he’s sooo snoozy that he cuddles up into her side and she assumes he’s going to fall back asleep but he’s tugging the book out of her hands and curling himself into her with her back against his chest and he’s quieting her soft protests and “just relax, pretty girl” and he’s more awake because he’s determined to get her dazed and sleepy like she always gets with him and he’s kissing her shoulder and her cheek and warming her up with his body heat and eventually hooks her leg over his thighs and snakes his hand between her legs until she’s gasping and it’s so soft and warm and sweet and he just wants her to feel good and forget about why she’s awake and he doesn’t stop until she’s slumped into him with heavy breaths and her eyes dropping because of how quickly the adrenaline wears off and he ends up running gentle circles over her stomach with his hand, and tracing his finger lazily up and down the side of her thigh and it’s a few minutes before he’s whispering asking if she’s feeling tired but he doesn’t get a response because she’s dead asleep in his arms and he smiles to himself, tucking himself against her and falls back asleep with her scent filling his senses and that’s how they wake up because it was such a good sleep that they didn’t even move around that much and she doesn’t even remember falling asleep but she definitely kisses him awake to thank him for helping her even though he was so exhausted :( - 🍓

bestie I wasn't sure where u were going w this concept but you went to the BEST place I can't lie like the idea of him snuggling up to her and doin his best to get her to calm down and sleep finally like just holding her and kissing her shoulder and everything :( but....when shes just laying there and not really calming enough the idea of him just slipping his hand between her legs and like maybe not even in her underwear just between her legs and pressing his palm into her and helping her move her hips against his hand and keeping her tight against him and just getting to listen to her gasp and moan and whine for him and I can see him like snuggling into her neck and his nose skimming her skin and giving her kisses along the line of her neck and just......im oBEFSIGFHSUFHSU but her finishing and him just helping her come down from it all still tired and just brushing her thigh and kissing her skin and :( and when he asks if shes awake or just says her name and she doesn't say anything he def feels like :))))) bc he got her to sleep:(((( and even if hes a little tired in the morning hes alright bc hes happy he could help her :(

[literatureloverx]

Omg! Im so glad! My fav is def the housing one! So realistic.. and i appreicieate how early you responded.. hehehehehhe

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remember to drink water and dont exhaust yourself please!

You're very welcome and thank you very much! Take care as well, 🍓🌸🩷-anon!♥️

[apathyist]

i like it when i can be calm and dry and not feel like i have to match everyone’s peppy energy ,,, im so exhausted ,,. id like a hug.

and a … stress ball…

does anyone have dreams about like, memories? not real life memories, but source memories i guess,

recently, i had a dream about an encounter i had with my lovely cosmo. i don’t fully remember what had happened, but i do know he was talking to me about cookies, specifically those delicious and soft sugar cookies.

maybe im just genuinely psychotic, and these dreams are just delusions, but i truly do miss my cosmo. i don’t think ill meet him again.

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[smilesrobotlover]

🍄🎲🍓

Ask game

🍄 another one?? Shoot I need a new ship… aight I’m doing Uli and Rusl cuz they make me so soft. Rusl is a huge cuddler so once he falls asleep he’s latching onto the first thing he can get ahold of. Luckily Uli likes to be cuddled so she’s always the one he’s holding

🎲 what stops you from writing more in your free time? Writers block lol. I cant continue the story or I write so much that I actually get exhausted from it. I could also be wanting to do something else besides writing so I do something else.

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction? Im not sure. I never read it so it was never something I wanted to do, but when warnut became a thing I wanted to write the stupid tilk fic I did. I wrote that great fairy fox and I might’ve written a few Wips before that, but I just slowly started to write more. Especially when I followed more fanfic writers and was more exposed to fanfiction. I always liked to write as a kid and I felt that if I wanted to share a story, fanfic would be the easiest way to do it! (It’s equally as hard as making a comic tho 😭😭😭) yeah, idk, I just happened but im not complaining. ;))

[autumnshighlady]

I really miss you and miss your writing. I hope everything is going well for you and that you’re happy 💚🍓

i miss you guys too! and i miss writing. life has just been so crazy lately by the time i get home from work im too exhausted to even make dinner let alone write haha. but i’ve still got ideas and inspo i just need to execute them!

things are going decently well, im content with where i’m at right now. things could definitely be better but such is life! i can’t wait until i can have a relaxing evening to write. i’ve got some rowaelin x reader planned, next IALTPWF chapter, some dark azriel, eris drabbles, hurt/comfort drabbles, and a bit of manon smut! big things to come my dears

[ziskandra]

🍓🥺 i haven't answered ur berry yet but i WILL once im back home akdjskdj

sdhjsdhj i know this feel me just like 'gosh i hope i have some energy remaining when i get home so i can SPREAD THE LOVE', and i do SO!! Compliment time!: I really love seeing your takes on the Dragon Age universe in general, especially when it comes to the Circles and the funky power dynamics happening in Kirkwall. While I feel like there are definitely places for like, real world/external analysis of the games, I find a lot of fandom trends wayyy too far in this direction for my liking. Basically, my own views on Bioware writers could probably be summed as like, 'are they imperfect and get things wrong sometimes? absolutely! are they doing it on purpose to spread a particular narrative the way some people in the fandom seem to believe? no, or at least, not any more than every single one of us is influenced by own preconceived beliefs and biases in everything we create'. SO, what I'm saying is that I like how a lot of your meta considers both like, the external real world factors (i.e, the writing team and development time etc), and the in-universe factors that have lead to a certain thing. I tend to focus more on purely in-universe analysis just because of my sheer exhaustion with the fandom culture of 'everything my blorbo did is because they are right about everything ever and if they ever did anything i don't agree with it's because the writers wrote them wrong', I have a lot more fun looking at characters as well-rounded people with flaws who can both do great things and fuck up! So I really appreciate that there are people who have the brain power to combine both approaches, because I, alas, do not, because I am tired and I mostly want to just vibe and write weird smut and soul destroying angst. SO TL;DR APPRECIATE YOU, thank you for the reminder that it's still worth making new friends in this fandom, and I also hope to continue to get to know you better!! [send me a 🍓 for a compliment!]

[moonchildstyles]

hi moonie ive missed you. every time i come on here to send a concept, it’s late and i end up falling asleep bc im so tired (i work at a daycare full time and it is exhausting and i have ANOTHER cold) but i digress- im being self indulgent with h taking care of pretty girl if she has a migraine!!

like maybe it hits when she’s at school and it’s one of those ones where any light is just unbearable and it’s only her second class of the day but she’s been sitting in her lecture with her hood up and her forehead in her hands and her heels pressed into her eyes and there’s really no place to relax in complete peace and quiet on campus and every time someone talks a bit loud the pain gets worse and she makes it through til the end of the lecture before she’s walking out and finding a spot on a bench near the doors where h knows to pick her up sometimes and she feels terrible to call him when he’s at work but she can’t drive like this and he’s her only option, and ofc he’s so sweet when he answers the phone not expecting her call and “can you come get me?” just mumbling quietly into the receiver about her pain and he’s immediately just lowering his voice to match hers so he’s not being to loud in her ear and he’s promising he’ll be there in fifteen minutes bc he knows how bad her migraines can get sometimes and he reschedules a few things at work before he’s pulling up to her school and it’s a really bright day outside and she’s dreading even stepping into the sunshine but she gets his little text and makes her way outside with her hand trying to block the sun and when she slides into his passenger seat in tears because of how the people inside were being, he’s sliding his sunnies over her eyes without question and telling her to close her eyes and “gonna get you home, pretty girl” and it’s just really soft like she’s just sniffling and curling into herself and he’s rubbing her back and making sure he drives a little slower than normal so the car isn’t as loud and there’s no bumps🥺 and he takes her to his place because he has blackout curtains but she has pretty ones that don’t block a ton of sun and he just tells her to go get comfy, “closets all yours sweetheart,” while he gets some stuff ready for her and she hasn’t even spoken to him since their call but he doesn’t care and when he finally meets her in his room she’s under the covers with the sunglasses still on her face even though the room is completely dark and she’s in his tshirt and her face is buried into a pillow and he’s biting back his smile as he takes the glasses off and guides her to lay on her back so he can put a little compress on her forehead and he gives her a kiss before she’s whispering a quiet thank you and he tells her that he’ll be in his office but he’ll come check on her every half hour or so and the first time he does, she’s fast asleep because of the peppermint oil he added to the compress and he lets her sleep it off as long as she needs until it’s time to eat because she still needs to sleep during the night but while he’s making them dinner, she just pads into the kitchen with his comforter wrapped around her and dragging behind her and resting her forehead on his back and “feeling better?” and he’s turning to her and resting the back of his hand on her forehead and her cheek as she nods and she’s so sleepy but she smelled food and hasn’t eaten since breakfast and she wants to be with him so she just sits at the kitchen table wrapped like a burrito until dinners ready and he’s made a little pillow nest on his sofa that they both curl into to eat and that’s how they spend the rest of the evening 😌 I would just like h to take care of me all the time please - 🍓

bestie omg hi!!!!! im sorry to hear youre sick:((( hopefully you feel better soon:(

but omg:((((((((( very very very obsessed first of all w the idea of him putting his sunnies on her when he realizes he needs everything to be dark for her:( and theres no music on in the car just him holding her hand and squeezing it when he goes over a bump or someone honks or just anything he worries might upset her:(((( and him going back to see her in his bedroom still w his sunnies on :( all comfy in her clothes and hes giving her a tiny kiss making sure everything is as quiet and as dark as can be for her before hes off to his office doing his important little job stuff and declining zoom meetings bc his office is only down the hall from his bedroom so he doesn't want to risk the extra noise just in case she hears him:((((((( and he'd def check in on her making sure the migraine wasn't a sign of anything more happening like sickness wise and making sure her compress isn't bothering her :( and making DINNER:((((((((( and its something nice and comforting like a soup to keep her warm and in their little pillow nest oh my god:((((( hes talking quietly to her asking if shes alright if shes feeling any better and letting her sleep on him when shes done eating :(((((((( holding her even when he his back gets stuff and arm starts to hurt from where shes laying her head on his shoulder:(

[vanana-r0tat3]

Hey it's 🍓 anon! It's been awhile I know, but that's because I've been working on my health(pushing for a diagnosis after years of doctor visits- very nerve wracking ya know?)

But what about you??? I hope you're ok! Please don't forget to be kind to yourself!

OMG HIIII

i hope youre doing well! i know how exhausting getting a diagnosis for something is i completely get it 😭 i hope youre able to get it and the help you need though!!

im doing alright, going through similar stuff. i got my blood tested to try find a cause for my joint pains but all i got was that it isnt inflammation which i know already so now i have to go to a specialist and its just a whole lot of back and forth u know how it is

also my iron is basically non existant its concerning but also a bit funny how absurd my level is. the average is in the 30s to 40s and guess what my iron level is

... nine 💀

so im getting an iron infusion tomorrow 👍 apparently im past the point of supplements lmao

ANYWAY ITS GREAT TO SEE U AGAIN, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AS WELL !!

[eliasbouchardslut]

okay today tested me and i'm exhausted so im gonna go to bed i love you guys goodnight 🍓❣️

[bvidzsoo]

OKAY IM FINALLY HERE WITH MY REVIEW AHHHWHJENEKSKSJ—

So uh— right of the bat 😁 I’m down fucking bad for blonde emo mingi and his cocky ass smirk and demeanor AHHHHHHHH (hold me down) ALSO THE STYLING WAS AMAZING LEMME JUS SAY GRRR👹

Anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE Seongjoongs relationship dynamic (seongwha playing drums is so hawt I need to be in a containment center!!_$$-&:&:8/&&-“-91&) liek RICH DILF VIBES HONGJOONG IS GIVING OFF??? I actually need to be tranquilized 🤡 also the way hongjoong knows everything 🥲 idk he gives off that like gay bestie vibe who is like for you in everything and I’m HERE FOR ITTT UGGHH (someone get me a boy bff)

ANYWAYS LETS MOVE ON FROM MY DESPERATE ASS 😋 t-tt-ttt-t-tHE tEnsiON Im gOnNa CoMMiT ArSoN 🤸🤸THEY KEEP ALMOST KISSING AND I WANNA JUST SMOOSH THERE FACES TOGETHER ATP GRRAHHHH

THE CORNER LIP KISS HAD ME WEAK IN THE KNEES (I was laying down) AND ALSO I HAVE A THING FOR WASIT HOLDING SO LITERALLY JUST SAY UR OUT FOR ME LIKE WHAT 🤧

POOR CHAN THO BC HE WAS HUST HAVING FUN SHAHAHABHW (my staytiny heart wanted Justice for him 😔🥹)

AND THEN THEY JUST GET IN THE CAR AND LEAVE LIKE OKAY B- NOOOOOOOO UR SO EVIL FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER GRRRRRRUFFRUFF- (ilysm dw 😀👍)

Anyways I have a slight idea as to where there going but I could also be totally wrong and tHAT would be embarrassing 😇

ANYWAYS SAFE TO SAY THIS CHAPTER HAS ME IN HANDCUFFS (its gwenchana I’m gwenchana)(it is not in fact gwenchana)

THIS SHOULDVE BEEN A LONGER AND MORE DESCRIPTIVE REVIEW BUT IM HONESTLY SO EXHAUSTED 😞 BUT ILSYM AND I LOVE THIS SERIES SO FUCKING MUCH MUAH <33

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Oh my Lord, there’s a lot to unpack here and I love it ahahaha<3

Ngl I’m not a fan of blonde Mingi bcz in general I’m not attracted to blonde people BUT Mingi was indeed slaying it like no one else; btw when he performed in that fit at MAMA I instantly knew I was going to use it for this story lmao 💀

No bcz apparently Seongjoong has everyone in a fucking grip AND I UNDERSTAND BCZ SAME??!! I promise to continue their story once I’m finished with Mingi’s, I miss them omgg 😭😭 nah cuz Hj would do ANYTHING for Sh (and you’ll see in their story that he DOES DO ANYTHING AAGH) i need me a bestie like Hj too -the murder threats<3

Ahaha sorry for the almost kisses but the timing wasn’t right until now 👀😗 I fear you won’t have to wait too long for it to happen 🫢 (I’m posting the next chapter in max 2 hours btw LOL) i fear MC is stronger than me bcz if that man kept kissing the corner of my lips I would’ve long devoured him LOL

Chan had to go as our Mingi is a Leo and those men can get jealous af oops—(side note, I had Lee Chan in mind while writing this, Dino from SVT but your Chan works as well since this is just a creative work hehet)

I am curious where do you think they are going hehe 👀 if I wouldn’t have cut off the chapter there you would’ve read a 20k word chapter and that’s a no-no haha<3

I appreciate however long you make your feedback, go rest now, don’t go around being exhausted!!🥹 and look forward to the next chapter hihi

[trentione]

thank god it’s friday! 🍓🐻☀️🩵

my week has been exhausting. i don’t know if i like my job anymore, im moving apartment in a couple of weeks and i have a busy family celebration weekend ahead of me.

i hope you’re doing great 😚

yayyy yes friday😭

GIRL it’s so true about the job lmao bc a week ago i wanted to quit haha i’m happy for you, have a nice weekend w your family🤍