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Summary Being smashed and teased relentlessly by Austin Butler with his recent muscle gains because you are easily distracted and overstimulated.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥. teasing•pinning•edging•restraint•brat reader•distracted reader•neurodivergent reader•orgasm denial•fingering•size kink• simultaneous orgasm • rough sex• mild suffocation creampie•internal vibrator• forced orgasm in pubic

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You wake up early in the morning due to the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the penthouse condo. You're staying with Austin in New York where he’s filming his new movie Caught Stealing.

You stretch naked in the soft sheets turning over to find the king sized bed empty and you sit up realizing Austin is gone.

He invited you to be with him on set this morning but you realize you slept in and he must already be filming now.

“Shit!” You whisper cursing yourself. Austin is always making plans to include you and somehow you always let him down. To be sure you reach for your phone on the nightstand to check seeing there is a text from him:

“Morning Baby, I’m on set now I’ll be back at 11. I need you ready by that time, we have reservations with Zoë and Channing for lunch we can’t be late.”

You feel relieved laying back down, it’s only a little after nine and you feel a sense of satisfaction that he didn’t mention you sleeping in. You really do need the rest feeling your body still sore and recovering from what he did to you last night.

Lazily, you play on your phone, scrolling through social media, catching up on videos and messages lying comfortably in the plush bed. You’re in no rush—until you glance at the time.

“Oh Shit,” you say again your panic rising, realizing it’s almost half past ten. On top of missing events you also have a habit of making Austin late, which is big no-no with his agency.

It’s not that you intend to, but sometimes you just… zone out. You can’t help it, especially during his movie premieres, mid-conversation with his co-stars, or when he’s in the middle of his Q&As. His world moves at such a fast pace that your mind struggles to keep up, constantly overstimulated by the hectic schedule of his life.

Your most recent blunder was for His Dune Part 2 Q&A last night. It was a simple mistake really:

You were already cutting into his time, running a little late as you finished getting ready. Austin gave your waist a gentle squeeze to remind you of the time as you curled your hair at the mirror.

“The team just arrived in the lobby baby,” he said, his eyes momentarily on you before he made a few quick texts, lost in his phone.

You couldn’t help but get distracted stealing lingering glance at how he was dressed for the event. The white tee he was wearing was tight in all the right places, the fabric stretching over his broad chest and arms, showing off just how much he’d filled out lately.

The months of training for his new role in Caught Stealing had completely transformed him. He looked stronger than ever, his body defined in ways that made it impossible not to notice.

His hair had grown longer too, now casually tucked behind his ears, falling just shy of his neck and framing his sharp jawline perfectly.

As he placed his black cap he was going to wear on the counter, It was hard not to let your eyes roam over his sculpted frame as he stood there, focused on his phone, unaware of your lingering gaze.

Then he suddenly leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, his eyes still focused on his screen.

“I need to head down and meet them, come as soon as you’re ready, they’re adamant we can’t be late again” he said, giving you a knowing look that meant keep it timely. You nodded seeing he was waiting for your confirmation and with that, he quickly made his way out the door, leaving you to finish your routine.

A few minutes later, as you were grabbing your purse, you received a text from him:

“Babe, grab my black hat bring it down.”

You glanced at the message, knowing he wanted his favorite hat. But before you could move, you frowned, noticing your phone’s battery was low—you’d forgotten to charge it overnight again.

With a sigh, you headed back into the bedroom, grabbed the battery pack, plugged it in, quickly making your way to the elevator.

As soon as the doors opened on the bottom floor, your eyes found Austin. He was standing near the entrance, casually chatting with his team. The moment he locked eyes with you, a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“My hat?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You froze, realizing your mistake. “Shit, Austin! I forgot it I’m so sorry,” you said, your heart sinking with panic.

He grinned, giving you a look as he shook his head. “Of course you did,” he said, his voice filled with a familiar tone knowing you all too well.

“I’ll be right back, I promise!” you called out, already repeatedly clicking the elevator button to close the doors as quickly as possible.

Once the doors shut, you let out a frustrated sigh. How could I forget something so simple? you thought, shaking your head. After searching frantically through the closet wasting time, you finally remembered it was where he last placed it on the bathroom counter. Retrieving it quickly, you rushed back down already knowing he was well behind schedule at your expense.

By the time you both arrived at the Q&A, Austin was the last of the cast to step in and was quickly rushed onstage to join his Dune Part Two co-stars Timothée and Zendaya.

You stayed behind, watching from backstage, tucked behind the curtains as he and the rest of the cast fielded questions from the host.

Your eyes stayed locked on him, the rest of the room fading into the background. Even from a distance, you could see how the spotlight caught the contours of his face, the way he sat in his chair, exuding a relaxed but powerful presence.

His biceps flexed subtly whenever he moved, the months of intense training evident in every shift of his body. The sharpness of his jawline, the practiced ease in which he handled himself—it was impossible not to admire him.

Despite the calm exterior he projected to the audience, you noticed how his eyes kept glancing backstage, searching for you through the shadowed curtains.

He played it cool, but you knew him all to well. Each time his gaze found yours, there was a flicker of nervous energy, subtle but unmistakable. You watched as his hand gripped the arm of his chair firmly running his fingers along the fabric—a telltale sign he was unsettled.

His answers were a little slower, his gestures were unsure, and you felt a pang of guilt knowing that making him late had thrown him off balance.

Austin thrived on punctuality and routine, and small mishaps like this one always made him falter, even if only for a moment. His usual rhythm had been disrupted, and the tension was clear in the way he held himself.

But then, just as he always did, he started to warm up. You slowly saw the shift as his shoulders relaxed, his posture loosening. He began to smile more, his grin widening as he made jokes with Zendaya and Timothée.

His voice grew steadier, his gestures more natural, as he finally settled into the rhythm he had been searching for and as he regained his stride you let out a sigh of relief.

He began feeling more confident with each question, and every time he leaned forward to answer, he casually rolled up his sleeves, his thick biceps flexing with each movement, drawing your attention. The sight was impossible to ignore and it made your pulse quicken distracting you from the guilt you had been feeling earlier.

You couldn’t help but admire how much he’d changed physically. He had gained so much muscle since he started filming and you wanted him—not just the feel of his touch, but the overwhelming presence of his body against yours, the intensity you knew he could bring, the anticipation building with every glance.

The Q&A seemed to stretch on forever, and you found yourself zoning out, your mind drifting to the thought of being back at the condo with Austin.

When the Q&A finally ended and you drove back to the condo Austin had the same idea.

As you both walked through the door, you barely had time to react before he pulled you close, his lips on yours before you could catch your breath.

His kiss was fierce, his lips moving with deep intensity, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His grip was firm but playful as he guided you toward the couch, his mouth never leaving yours, each kiss more demanding than the last.

Before you could say anything, he gently pushed you down onto the couch and was on top of you in an instant, the weight of his body keeping you in place as he leaned in lips hovering just above yours as he grinned with a teasing edge to his voice.

“You enjoyed making me late, didn’t you?” he asked, his tone low and playful, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Austin, I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, your breath hitching as his grin widened, clearly unconvinced.

“I— I just—”You started, but before you could finish, his hands moved swiftly, pushing your dress up and pulling your panties to the side with a practiced ease holding you firmly in place as your breath caught in your throat.

“You can try to explain all you want,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with intent. “But it won’t change what’s about to happen,”

His grip tightened on your hip keeping you pinned beneath him, and he lifted himself up, his movements smooth and deliberate as he pulled you with him, positioning you so your legs were spread apart, draped over his lap.

His eyes locked onto yours, the heat in them unmistakable as his hands slid up your thighs, teasingly slow. The anticipation built with every second, your breath catching as his touch lingered.

“I’ve told you so many times I can’t be late, and each time you’ve made sure it happened ” he said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “So let’s see how you like having to wait,” he said, his voice low and thick with intent.

With a controlled push, he slid his fingers inside you reaching depth that left you breathless, thrusting them in at a pace leaving you completely at his mercy his eyes never leaving yours as you began to moan in pleasure.

He edged you over and over again until you were clenching around his fingers, pleasure rolling through you in waves as you were about to come. Then, just as you reached the brink, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you desperate. Your hips bucked against nothing as you cried, “Austin, please,” only for him to start again.

“How does it feel not to get what you want?” he asked, his voice tense with control as he watched you squirm beneath him.

“Austin, please… I can’t take it ” you whined, your body shaking with the thrust of his fingers, only for him to slip them out once more, leaving you trembling with need.

“You gonna make me late again?” he asked, his voice low and commanding, his eyes locked on yours.

Your breath caught, the desperation building inside you to a peak. “Please… Austin, I won’t make you late again,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper, your body aching for release.

“You gotta do better than that if you want to come,” he replied, the control in his voice making you almost orgasm as you whimpered.

“Please, I need you… I can’t take it anymore. Austin please .” The words trembled on your lips, your entire body tense with longing, your mind consumed by the overwhelming need for him.

A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he finally gave in, leaning closer. “That’s my good girl ,” he said unbuttoning his jeans. He released his thick cock from its confines and slicked his tip along your soaked entrance before pushing deeply within your walls. You tightened around him as the overwhelming pleasure hit you hard, your body reacting instantly to the sensation.

“Austin!” You cried in a breathy moan feeling the raw power of his body as he began to thrust. Every muscle in his chest, arms, and back flexed, his strength unrelenting as he fucked into you with determination.

“Such a spoiled brat” he panted above you. “Enjoying every bit of this punishment aren’t you?” He asked as his powerful thrusts left you gasping, your body trembling as his strong hands gripped your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted.

“Y-yes Austin!" You answered your words barely able to come from your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over as you moaned in pleasure.

You could feel every inch of him, his muscles tensing as he drove deeper, his body relentless and commanding. His presence, his control, was intoxicating, and all you could do was hold on, completely overtaken by him as his body worked powerfully against yours.

As the pleasure built to a breaking point, his grip tightened on you, and with one final thrust, he groaned deeply, finding his release as you both came together, your body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

He collapsed beside you, both of you catching your breath. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled you close, his lips brushing gently against your forehead. “Tomorrow—you better be on time or your punishment is going to be worse than this.” he grinned, his tone carrying an unmistakable edge and the way he held you firmly made it clear—he fully expected you to follow through

You nodded, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. Wrapped in his strong arms, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing you would follow through on your promise and before long, the exhaustion of the day settled in. The two of you made your way to bed and as soon as you curled into him you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Now the very next morning you’d already missed his request for you on set. You know you definitely can’t let him down again and quickly you get out of bed, straightening the sheet and duvet and then rushing to the shower.

You go through your full body routine, exfoliating and moisturizing then step out of the shower, blow-drying your hair until it’s perfectly dry

You add a few curls with a styling wand then sit at the vanity, carefully applying makeup, making sure everything is blended seamlessly until you are satisfied with your look.

You know you’ll be spotted in public, and you have to look your best. The paparazzi love snapping candid shots of the two of you, especially since you’ll be going to lunch with Channing and Zoë.

Wrapping up in your towel, you head to the bedroom, ready to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion.

As soon as the closet comes into view you are startled by none other than Austin. You shriek as he easily picks you up in his strong arms.

“Austin!” you gasp, but before you can say more, he lands you down on the bed climbing on top of you, his body pressing down, taking over you completely. His muscles are hard against your softer frame and you feel every inch of his toned body as he settles on you.

“You don’t check your phone?” He asks, his voice low and smooth his eyes full of mischief as the weight of him pins you in place holding you captive beneath him. “You’re always on that thing.” He confirms

“I—I was in the shower…,” you stammer, watching his eyes darken with intent as they lower to your neck. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, brushing his lips lightly against your skin.

His breath is warm, as his mouth lingers, teasing the sensitive spot just below your ear and making your pulse quicken as his lips graze your skin, heightening the tension between you.

“I told you to be ready,” he says, his voice low and dangerous and you can feel his smirk against your skin, a silent acknowledgment that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

He’s shirtless, with only a pair of loose sweats clinging to his hips and that’s when you realize—it’s well past eleven and he’s already been back from set for a while, but you hadn’t even noticed, lost in your own routine, oblivious to the texts you missed.

“I… I didn’t realize the time,” you whisper your voice trembling as his tongue flicks out licking a warm stripe along the soft column of your throat.

You sigh in pleasure beneath him, trapped under the delicious weight of his hold as his body presses down on you. His lips move slowly along your neck, gently sucking and kissing, the teasing leaves you craving more of him, your body instinctively arching toward his, desperate for the intensity you know is coming.

“I should punish you now for not being ready…”he breathes, his voice low and dangerous, sending a jolt of anticipation through you. The very thought of his words has your pulse racing. Your body reacting with a deep ache as the anticipation keeps building inside you.

He shifts his weight, his biceps solid and powerful smothering you in the best way possible. Every inch of his body radiates dominance, and you’re lost in the intoxicating mix of desire and restraint.

His grin is wicked, as he watches you begin to struggle beneath him savoring every bit of control he holds over you. “Look how, completely helpless you are,” he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You can see the way he delights in your reactions—the way your body squirms under him, pinned down and completely at his mercy, as his gaze drinks in every shudder, every gasp.

The feeling of being crushed beneath his weight and the overwhelming presence of him, is intoxicating.

Your breath quickens as the tension builds, your body tightening beneath him until you’re gasping, struggling for air, overwhelmed by the intensity. Just as you lose your breath, he lets up, giving you just enough space to catch it again.

You’re completely aroused, eyes deep with desire, your mind rendered senseless by his dominance. Every inch of you burns with need, craving more of the control he wields over you.

“Was that my punishment?” you ask, trying to hide the delight in your voice, though it slips through in your breathless tone.

He grins down at you in amusement “Punishment?” he asks as his smile deepens and his voice fills with promise. “No that comes later.” He confirms.

His gaze lingers on you as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “What I want now ”He says his lips hovering near your ear “Is a reward for working on set today while you were sleeping in” he says with a teasing tone as he shifts his weight lowering his sweats.

“After all,” he continues, his tone softening to a seductive whisper, “I should be satisfied for my hard work. Don’t you think?” He asks as he captures your gaze.

He taps his heavy cock against your clit, startling you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core as he awaits your response.

“Yes, Austin, please!” you moan, your voice trembling with need.

“Thats what I thought” he says as you feel him slowly push the head of his cock into your wet entrance. His pace is achingly slow as the thickness of his cock fills you inch by inch.

You grow impatient with his teasing and want to have it all. Without even thinking, your hands lower to his waist, gripping him hard to pull him deeply inside of you. The sudden tightness makes him groan loudly, your moans echoing beneath him as he begins to thrust.

You keep pulling him into you, again and again, until his restraint fades entirely. You’re both moaning, voices tangled together as he forgets to hold back, his full weight pressing into you, his cock heavy and powerful as he pounds into you without hesitation.

He’s so strong, every thrust leaving you breathless as his muscles flex, keeping you pinned beneath him.

Pathetic little cries begin to escape your lips, and he responds by driving into you even deeper, snapping his hips forward with so much intensity your body begins colliding with his on each thrust.

“Austin!” you cry out in pleasure , your voice broken and desperate as you cling to him, controlling the depth of his thrusts with your hands, guiding you both closer to your release.

The sensation builds to a peak, your body quivering with each deep, powerful thrust of his cock, and just as the tension becomes unbearable, you feel yourself begin to explode into a mind-numbing orgasm.

Your body trembles uncontrollably, your walls clenching around him, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Your mind goes blank, your breath ragged as you gasp for air, lost in the intensity of it all as you moan uncontrollably.

His thrusts become desperate, his groans more primal, until finally, with one last powerful drive, his cock pulses inside of you as his body shudders.

His hips buck against you as he comes and he rests his full weight on you, making it hard to breathe after your orgasm, your chest tight as you struggle for air.

“Aus!” you squeal, and he chuckles, his cock still twitching inside you as he enjoys every last bit of his release, feeling you wriggle beneath him. His grin is wicked as he finally lifts up just enough for you to take a deep breath.

“I thought you liked being squished,” he teases, his voice full of playful satisfaction as he watches your flustered expression.

You're still catching your breath as you respond “Not after an orgasm like that, Austin,” you admit with a playful smile tugging at your lips

He smiles in return and kisses you, then placing his hands on your hips, as he slowly pulls out. He sits at the edge of the bed pulling his boxers and sweats back on.

“Get up and get dressed—we’re going to lunch with Zoe and Channing,” he says and you blink in confusion. “Austin… what?” you ask, sitting up baffled by his statement.

He wraps his arm tightly around your neck, his nose touching yours. “I lied about the time,” he admits with a satisfied grin.

“Austin!” you say, shocked, but he just smirks, sitting up and letting you go. You shake your head in surprised disbelief as you head to the closet, quickly getting dressed. Then, you head to the bathroom, re-fixing your makeup and hair.

Once ready you return to the bedroom, finding Austin already dressed, a mischievous glint in his eye, holding a small remote-controlled vibrator in his hand. “Come here,” he gestures, curling his finger with a grin.

Curious and already knowing he’s up to no good, you walk over to him, and he kneels down, slipping your panties down to your thighs.

“Now for your punishment,” he says, lifting the front of your dress. His eyes never leaving yours, watching every flicker of emotion on your face as his fingers trail along your inner thigh before slipping the small vibrator inside of you, pressing it in just deep enough to hit that perfect spot. The sudden sensation makes your breath catch, your body tensing in response.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. “Let’s go to lunch,” he says, pocketing the remote and standing up, his eyes sparkling playfully as you feel your pulse rise with the silent acknowledgment of what he has planned

When you arrive at the restaurant, all thoughts of the little surprise inside of you vanish as soon as you see Zoe and Channing.

Star-struck, you hug them both, grinning with excitement, and the four of you sit down. Austin and Zoe begin chatting about their movie Caught Stealing the conversation drifting into a detailed discussion on the nuances of Hank Thompsons character arc. You try to focus, but your mind starts to zone out as you push your food around your plate, the topic a bit dry for your taste.

Just as you’re about to completely drift off, you feel it—a soft, hum inside of you. Your fork falters in your hand, and you glance up in time to see Austin throw a quick, knowing look your way. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize exactly what’s happening.

The humming stops suddenly, and you exhale, relieved for the moment. As Austin begins talking about practical effects your brows knit as you really try to follow the conversation this time, but luckily, Zoe and Channing are carrying it, allowing you to fade into the background again.

The moment is short-lived because soon enough, Austin brings up the Dune Part 2 Q&A that you made him late for.

He glances at you as he asks, “Remember, baby? The question they asked about how I knew the way I wanted to portray Feyd Rautha?

Before you can even answer, the vibrator kicks back on, this time stronger. You grip the edge of the table, your fingers trembling as the dishes rattle, drawing startled looks from Zoe and Channing.

Austin slowly grins as the intensity builds, the sensation sending a wave of heat over your body as you struggle to form words.

“Y-yes…Yes …I remember!” you stammer, swallowing hard, though you don’t actually remember at all.

“Which scene was it again baby I love how you tell it.” Austin says knowing full well you didn’t pay attention during the Q&A and pushes the intensity higher.

You fight to keep your composure, your brows knitting as you shoot him a pleading glance.

“It’s a pivotal scene in the movie, baby,” he says and you feel the vibrator buzzing so intensely now that you have to press your legs together, feeling every muscle in your body tensing up as you lean forward.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Zoe asks, her face full of concern.

You nod stiffly, almost ready to come, biting your lip hard to stifle any sound. When you glance over at Austin his eyes are delighted by the control he’s holding over you.

Your mouth opens in a silent cry, your hand sliding across the table and knocking your fork to the floor with a loud clatter. Both Zoe and Channing turn to stare, confused.

Before Channing or Zoe can put two and two together, you reach under the table, your hand slipping over Austin’s thigh grabbing it in a desperate gesture for him to strop.

But he pulls your hand away, grinning wickedly, refusing to let up. He increases the intensity once more, pushing you to the brink.

You’re trembling as you bring your hand to cover your mouth. You look down at your plate, a silent orgasm rushing through you, causing your hips to slightly rock beneath the table. You use all your willpower in attempt to stifle the faint little whimpers that escape you.

“Are you not feeling well baby?,” Austin says, playing it off as you struggle to regain control of your breath. You nod softly, agreeing, even though your heart is pounding in your chest, the intensity of the moment still rushing through your body.

Slowly, you look up, your face flushed after the release and lean back in your chair, trying to hide the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you.

Austin casually continues the conversation with Zoe and Channing, unable to hold back his mischievous grin whenever he glances at you.

You don’t say much for the remainder of the meal, but you listen intently to every single word as they talk about the scene they’re shooting tomorrow—a bar fight for Austin, followed by another scene where he’ll be in a car discussing their plans for retribution and a romantic scene with Zoe at the bar.

Suddenly, Austin places his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “And you’ll be with me on set tomorrow on time right baby?” he asks, his grin widening with a knowing look.

Zoe claps excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “Finally! He’s been talking about bringing you on set nonstop,” she reveals, smiling warmly.

You glance at Austin, a soft smile spreading across your lips, your voice still a bit shaky as you reply, “Yes, I’ll be there on time Austin.”

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changisworld · 5 months ago

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A helping hand

Felix x f!reader

Word count:6,227

Summary: Felix is addicted to masterbating & also sex. But despite his addictions, he hasn’t got laid in over a year & has to use his hand but he has now gotten bored with it. He has tried different toys, DIY tricks etc but it’s just not the same, so he caves in one night & signs up to one of the “single ladies in your area” adverts out of complete desperation after clicking on it by accident. not thinking in case he gets a million more porn viruses, but he ends up talking to someone he thinks is even more attractive than him, you.

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SMUT WARNINGS: NEEEEDDDDYYY felix, felix cums a LOT& i mean a LOT, multiple orgasms(both rec), switch reader, switch felix, spit, oral (both rec), 69, facesitting, ball sucking, slliiiiggghhhtttt anal play(felix rec), body worship, squirting, hair pulling, very brief masterbating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, creampie, tiniest bit of dirty talk, praise, finger sucking, aftercare is mostly off screen! 90% smut 10% plot (sorry nawt sorry)

Felix has been scrolling through pornhub & also twitter for hours. He has gotten two hundred pages down into pornhub & can't help but grumble to himself, his cock red & angry now resting on his lower stomach, a few, small ropes of cum spread across his abs & for him, that's nothing.

He scratches the underside of his cock with his nails in a slow motion, trying to give himself a tiny bit of stimulation.

He keeps aimlessly scrolling through the pages upon pages of videos but he is barely even reading the titles, his eyes getting bored & he ends up focusing on the bunch of stupid adverts at the top of the page & he watches the same clip replaying over & over & he clicks on the video right below the advert a second later, the thumbnail catching his attention for the first time in forever.

The video takes a second to load & another advert comes up & he sighs, before realising it's the same advert from the top of the screen. He goes to press the 'skip advert' button but accidently clicks on the actual advert & it takes him onto a website.

He goes to just click off of it, but something... someone catches his his eye.

The website is styled like an early 2000's porn magazine, pictures of women with descriptions below, a small text box beneath each where you can leave your own message for the women to get back to you.

He decides to just scroll down a few, when a specific girl stands out to him, a girl called y/n. In the picture given, you're wearing a lacey black bra & panties set, your body & face on full display.

He takes a brief look at your description: "*YOUR AGE*, no hard no's, feel free to message me, I won't bite unless you ask me to<3" & Felix feels almost compelled to text you. He signs up to the website, not even bothering to think if it's a scam website & could steal all his information before setting his profile picture, his name, age & bio up before sending you a message.

Felix's description: "Into absolutely everything. I dom & sub, I'm not picky!:3 You name it, I'm into it!" He decides to keep it short, not wanting to add too much in case with his luck, one of his friends, almost as desperate as he is, coming across his account somehow.

Felllx2000: Aren't u too pretty to be here?

Felix texts you, not wanting to sound like a weirdo, he goes to click out of your name & scroll further down the site when he sees a speech bubble at the bottom of the screen, you already typing back.

You: Shouldn't I be asking you the same? you look so innocent, what you doing on here? Felllx2000: looks are deceiving then lol, i'm anything but that:3 You: I seen your bio, you seem like fun, whats brought you here? Felllx2000: came here on accident lol but i dont regret it now, do u have any more pics of u?? You: aww you're just a cutie<3 ofc I do, I'm supposed to make you pay for images since only the texting part is meant to be free but you're just a beautiful boy so one wont hurt. You:Imag.ddxi41g

Felix's eyes widen at the image, you're posing in the mirror in another set of lingerie, this time a hot pink set, making your curves look as good as possible, your hand cupping the bottom of one of your tits & you are sticking your tongue out.

Felix's cock jumps up from his stomach for the first time all night & a few of his fingers reach down to fondle the tip of his dick, eyes narrowing slightly at the sensation.

Felllx2000:can i be a beg & ask for another? ur so hot it hurts You: You're really a desperate boy aren't you? Why not you send me something of you first n i can decide if i'll send anything else ;)

Felix reads this & is instantly flicking onto his camera roll & selecting multiple photos of himself, photos of his aching leaky cock, photos of his abs & even a full body shot before sending it.

You, on the other side of the phone, your jaw drops when he sends the photos & the sleep clothes you're wearing all of a sudden feeling far too tight on your body. You go back into your camera roll & dig out a pussy picture, your fingers in a 'V' shape, spreading your hole & your clit visible, a shimmer noticeable, the photo taken after you did a private show for another texter (you made over £950 that night) since you were a bit too sleepy to take a brand new picture since it's 2am for you both.

Felix's cock pulsates, this being the first time he's actually received nudes for the first time in months & he begins to actually jerk off into his hand, all of a sudden he is actually getting the tiniest bit of sensation to his cock as he admires the photo.

Felllx2000: y/n ur making me nuts holy shit You: Feelings mutual sweetie, u jerking off for me? Felllx2000: thats a silly question of course i am, wish it was you though</3 You: you gonna cum just from a few pictures hmm? why you so needy? do you not get female attention, pretty? Can I ask what your body count is gorgeous? with a face like that you can easily be married by now. Felllx2000: noooo;( my hand doesn't bring me anything good, want someone else, want u. It's 3, I just dont get the chance! im good in bed though, id luv to prove it! ;0 You: Your neediness turns me on so much babe, what is it you want me to do to you? I want to kiss your pretty face off n ride you till you cry, your cock is so beautiful, so pink

You can't help but smile at your screen & you shut your phone off & you crawl out your bed & hop in the shower, taking the extra time to use extra body scrubs & scents as you feel a bit nervous of what you are gonna do, in the meantime, felix has began blowing up your phone.

Felllx2000:Want u to wrap ur lips around me so much;( want to fuck u so bad, i can last so long y/n, u have no idea Felllx2000: would let u wrap ur thighs around my head, pull my hair, i can be so good for you if u want me tooooo<3 Felllx2000: where u gone?:( did i scare u? im sorry, u dont need to respond.

You hop out the shower & dry your hair as quick as you can & you lift your phone that's half hidden in your bedsheets & you see the messages he sent & your eyebrows furrow a bit.

You: Don't be so silly, nothing that comes from your pretty face could scare me. You free right now?

Felix opens that text almost instantly & his eyes instantly widen, his hand freezing on his cock as he just stares at the words.

Felllx2000: I am why? you sound nearly as desperate as me

You: Well if you're really that desperate for me, we can exchange numbers & talk more n meet up hmm? & don't get cheeky lmao, calling me desperate compared to you! silly silly but i wont deny it;)

Felllx2000: right now? it says we are 6km apart so i can pick u up? or when? idk i dont do this idk how to acttt, you're making me blush You: Sounds fine hunny, we need to switch app because if we somehow get caught n you didnt pay id get in shit lmao, we arent allowed to meet people irl but theres just something about you, gimme your number pretty please

Felix springs up in bed & sends you his number quicker than you can blink & you text his number & he replies just as quick & his heart is racing at the thought... he's maybe gonna actually hook up with someone???

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You both decide to text for a few days, mostly to secure your own safety in a way & you facetimed once or twice, which actually ended up in phone sex both times & you now discovered it's a huge kink of yours.

You have mostly been waiting on Felix to get more comfortable as you can tell he is the more nervous one, unsurprisingly, but tonight is the night.

You've learned a few things about Felix, one of them being when he told you his name, but he also pretty much explained to you his... addiction & you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on but also scare you slightly, what if you genuinely can't please him? you've never met anyone from the site in real life & you can't help but get butterflies knowing you're hooking up with felix tonight, possibly the hottest guy you've ever spoken to point blank.

Felix texts you to tell you he is on your way, both of you deciding to meet at your house since his small, man cave, standard gamerboy slightly messy apartment who he shares with his roommate Changbin is home.

You light a candle in your lounge area & put a loose top & sleep shorts on top of your chosen set & you put on the tiniest bit of makeup, still wanting to look good for him despite it being close to 1am.

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You hear a few knocks on your door twenty minutes later & you feel your heart coming out your throat but you do your best to swallow it as you waltz your way to the front door, putting on a brave face, taking a deep breath before opening it.

Felix & you both look at each other & smile, Felix wearing a pair of grey sweatpants & a matching hoodie, his blonde hair slightly messy. You whisper a 'hi' to one another, being quiet to not let the words echo in the apartment stairway, before you move aside for him to enter.

You shut the door behind him & you instantly flip around to look at one another again.

"Surprised you actually showed up, do you want a drink or anything?" you ask, giving him a smirk as you close the distance between you both & tease him by taking his hand in yours & guiding him to the living room, plopping him down on the couch, but he pulls you down with him.

"I'll drink later, c'mere." he remarks as he helps you onto his lap so you're straddling him & his lips lock with yours instantly, the kiss full of need from the both of you, you realising you've been lacking physical touch a fraction of the amount Felix has been.

His hands trail down to your waist & then ass, kneading it like a cat in his short fingers as he helps you begin grinding your hips against him & you can already feel his cock hard beneath the layers of clothes, making your eyebrows furrow.

You take the initiative & you begin poking your tongue through his puffy pink lips & he groans into it, the pair of you both now exchanging spit, the noise of your lips smacking together ringing through both of your ears.

You wriggle your fingers through his hair before you pull back on it, pulling his lips away from yours & he lets out a deep groan before you look at him, a mischievous look on your face before you lean down slightly & begin kissing his jawline & neck, using your teeth to nip at it, making him roll his hips onto your covered crotch, his hands fighting the urge to dig his hands past the waistband of your shorts.

You wriggle your hips slightly backwards to make more room for you to kiss his neck & your hands below his hoodie & you quickly make the note that he has no shirt beneath the hoodie he is wearing & you graze your fingers over his solid abs.

"& you said I was the desperate one, can I take these off?" he groans, his voice raspy as he tries to sound fully composed but failing. You lean back enough & raise your hips enough to wiggle off the shorts he was referring to, giggling as his eyes become glued to your covered core.

"Don't get cheeky Felix, you're the one pawing at me." you giggle as you pull his hoodie off his frame, leaving him naked on the top half & you basically naked on the bottom half.

You usher Felix to lay flat on the couch & you climb back on top of him & you plant some kisses on his now naked chest & you take one of his pretty, dark nipples in your mouth & you lightly bite, making him wince at the feeling has he keeps jerking his hips upwards, seeking even a tiny bit extra friction, which you decide you'll give him.

You give him a look as your fingers are playing with the drawstrings on his joggers & he just nods, giving you a non verbal sign that you can take them off, & you do, Felix raising his hips just enough for you to fully pull them off his milky coloured legs.

You hum in approval at the bulge in his underwear, the front part completely soaked with precum & you make quick progress of pulling his boxers off to, leaving him feeling desperate & he hums at the cold air hitting his wet tip, his cock harder & more leaky than it has been in his whole life.

"I thought nothing got you to orgasm anymore but your pretty balls look as if they're about to explode." you quip & he covers his eyes with his arm momentarily out of slight embarrassment.

"That's only when it's me, when it's you in front of me why would anyone be surprised." he squeaks, his stomach lurching forward as you take his pretty, boyfriend sized, chubby cock in your hand & hold it with a firm grip, using your thumb & index finger to pinch lightly at his piss slit, watching his cock leak precum like a broken faucet.

"What is it you're wanting Lixie, hmm?" you question, your hand painfully slowly jerking him off, more precum dripping every time your hand moves. "Tongue, please?" he pleads, his puppy eyes looking down at you & as much as you want to drag it out, your willpower already completely out the window & you chuckle at his desperate face before you ingulf his tip past your lips.

You use your hand to keep jerking off the base of his cock, his trimmed, straight pubes tickling the part of the hand that is grazing them & your other hand slithers down the extra tiny bit before you cup his balls, rolling them in your fingers & the moan the man under you lets out a load whine.

You swirl your tongue around his tip before sinking down his now completely soaked with spit cock, your drool dripping onto his balls, giving him goosebumps. You quickly come up for a breath & spit out the gallons of drool that hasn't been pushed out from his cock pistoning into your mouth & you take this opportunity to suckle on his balls, pulling on them with your lips gently, making Felix squeal as you continue rolling the other half in his hand. You catch your breath back as much as you can while doing this then you pull your lips off his balls & blow some cold air on them, making his cock twitch in your hand, before returning it into your mouth.

His hips jerk up on accident but when you moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his spine, he begins to thrust shallowly into your throat & you gurgle around him, your eyes not breaking eye contact with his, not even an ounce of embarrassment in your face despite the mess.

"Gonnagonna cum, d- you're so good." he groans as his hair begins sticking to his face as his eyes struggle & then failing to keep his eyes open as his tip spills ropes of cum out of it & landing right into your throat & you moan around his cock, moving your head up so you're only suckling on the tip as you swallow four separate mouthfuls of his orgasm & you can feel the wetness almost leaking out from your panties.

You pull fully off his dick & you aren't even that surprised that his cock is still completely hard. You open your mouth to make fun of the fact but Felix cuts you off by pulling you up towards him so you are now sat on his lower stomach & pulling your shirt off your head, leaving you in just your set & felix whines at the sight.

"Need to eat you out, I'm genuinely dying to taste you." he states as he pulls on the tiny tiny waistband of your thong & you just giggle at his words & crawl up his frame even more so your cunt is right above his face & he looks up at you with his jaw slightly open & his eyes watering.

"Really Lixie? I'll give it to you because I pity your desperation." you say, slight attitude & sarcasm in your voice as you lower yourself onto his face, your panties still covering where you both want to see & feel the most.

Felix begins to kitten lick your clit over your panties & he hums to himself at the tiniest faint taste of your juice that's seeping through your underwear & you purr at the sensation, trying your hardest to not begin grinding against his face, but when he is now pushing & pulling on your waist, you do just that.

Felix decides that your underwear is now soaked through enough with his own saliva & gets one of his small fingers & he pushes your panties to the side & he lets out a pitiful gasp.

"Your cunt is so pretty, it's soaking, shit." he murmurs, more to himself than he is to you before he digs in, pulling your body onto his face as much as he possibly can as he licks a long, wide strip up your entire cunt before settling his tongue on your puffy clit, suckling on it as if his life depends on it & you can't help but hiss at the pleasure.

He laps his tongue in tiny circles around your button as he sucks at the same time, making you feel as if you are on cloud nine. "No way this-you're this good if you're as inexperienced as-as you made out to be." You stammer, your eyes scrunched shut & your head raised up at the ceiling as your fingers find their way to his hair to tug on it, making him jerk his hips & whimper into your cunt.

He moves one of his hands from your waist & gives your ass a quick but harsh spank, making you jerk as forward as you can with his grip still holding you in place as his hand makes its way down to where his mouth is & he enters two fingers into your dripping hole & your stomach lurches & your body slightly curls forwards & you find balance in Felix's hair & he honestly has no issue with the way you are pulling on it, moaning back into your cunt which shoots right through you.

"Gonna c-cum, wait." you force out before you use all your strength to raise yourself off his completely soaked face, his lips red & puffy & his hair all dishevelled & you boop his nose, giving him a small smile through staggered breath as you do your best to flip your body around so you're now facing the rest of his body & Felix lets out a groan before pulling you back down onto his face, him already addicted to your taste & can't go s minute without it.

You grind down on his face, the bottom part of your pussy lips hitting against his nose, making you purr. You fully open your eyes & notice there's a puddle of cum on his abs, even whiter than his skin. "You c-came untouched, I'm fla-flattered." you blabber as you reach out for his cock & begin to jerk it, obviously still hard despite a second orgasm.

Felix chuckles into your cunt & his ears go a slight shade of red, a bit shy at how quickly you have managed to make him cum in such a small amount of time. You put the tip of his cock past your lips & hollow your cheeks, swirling your tongue as best as you can as your mind is going fuzzy by now.

You hum at a mixture of the taste of precum & also at the feeling Felix is providing you & you can feel your orgasm slowly bubbling up so you coat your finger in your own spit before you begin lightly pinching his balls, making him whimper into your cunt & he detaches himself from your pussy momentarily.

"Fingers, fingers y/n p-please., fingers." he squeaks to you, his voice completely blown out before he gets back to what he was doing, his brain running at a million miles an hour & his tongue moving even quicker, because despite the lack of women he has been with, he knows how to eat.

He latches his lips & tongue onto yours & suckles as he worms his tongue into your hole & your legs begin to shake & you take a second to compose yourself after listening to his words & you use the hand that was just jerking off his soaking cock & switch it to your other hand & you use your now shiny hand & you roll it down towards where he was asking, making sure to put a bit extra pressure on his balls as you drag it down.

You use your index finger & swirl it around his pucker & Felix lets out a squeal at the feeling & his dick twitches in your mouth & his hips buck up slightly making you gag but you don't pull off. As he does this, his teeth accidentally clamp down slightly on your pussy lips & that plunges you to your first orgasm of the night & your hips completely raise off his face from the overstimulation as your orgasm squirts out of you, soaking his face & hair, dripping off onto your now wet couch & he has to forcefully kickstart his brain & pulls you off his cock as your body stops tensing up so much.

"S-sorry, didn't know I c-could even do tha-" you whimper, panting. "Heyyyy don't apologise, that's the hottest thing I have ever ever seen." Felix cuts you off before he kisses you, your own orgasm now transferring onto your face & you groan into his lips at such a dirty yet hot act.

"You wanna keep going? We don't need to or anything, no pressure!" He blabbers out, glossy eyes looking into your completely blown out ones. "You can actually keep going? I'm surprised, follow me." You respond, giving him a cheeky smile as you use all your strength to properly balance yourself as you stand up & take Felix's hand, giggling as you lead him across your vanilla smelling apartment, the naked, cum soaked & sweaty blonde following your lead, letting his other hand wander over your frame, holding your waist & giving your ass a spank.

Felix kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, only taking a second to admire the decorations in your bedroom before he is plopping you on the bed & getting on top of you, his hand resting on the bed beside your head as he uses his other hand to start toying with your clit gently, not wanting to overstimulate you too much & your hips thrust towards his fingers on instinct.

"Put it in, Felix, please, want it inside." you purr, your hand grazing over his abs with your nails before grabbing onto his still hard cock & pumping it slowly, it still being wet with your spit & his hips jerk into your hand, a growl coming from his chest, spit almost leaving his lips.

"Really? Your cunt seems more than happy with just my finger, soaking for me." he smirks as he bites his bottom lip, trying to not let his own moan slip out from how turned on he actually is as he speeds up his motion on your clit in a messy manner, the wetness making his fingers slightly slip. "Please Lix, don't you want it?" you ask as a rhetorical question as your breath is staggering, trying to get more friction from his small fingers & Felix chuckles lightly as he begins blushing.

"You got a con-" "just use it without, I'm on the pill, promise." you speak up, a convincing look in your eyes. Felix nods & tries to compose himself with the nerves, honestly scared if he is gonna cum almost instantly.

He spreads your legs a bit further with his knee as he leans backwards on his knees, his cock poking the inside of your thigh as he kisses the parts of your legs he can reach while you're holding them & you melt into his kisses. "You're so pretty, want you to myself." he murmurs, mostly to himself but he doesn't take his eyes off yours & your ears turn as red as your cheeks.

"Then take me, I'm waiting on you." you remark, biting your lip as you smile up at him, silently praying his cock will slip inside you & not just poke against it. Felix's freckles become surrounded by a rosey colour & he moves his cock with his hand & drags it up & down your folds, making you both sigh in contempt.

You can both hear the light squelching sounds as his cock grinds through your wetness & it bumps against your clit every time his cock moves, making you grow beyond impatient & you reach down to try nudge his penis but he swats your hand away before you can reach it.

"Don't be so pushy, I'm about to cum as it is." he half jokes & you giggle at his words & he returns the action as he lets a glob of spit fall directly onto your cunt & it clenches around air as it dribbles down your clit & Felix sighs to himself at the sight as he pumps himself few times, slowly before he aligns himself up & slowly pushes himself inside until his balls hit against your skin & he whines as he feels your warmth, taking in the feeling of how tight & wet you still are despite an orgasm.

Your toes curl as he buries himself to the hilt, him filling you in such a delicious way, not too deep that it's uncomfortable but you can still feel it already snuggled up against your G-spot & you're honestly surprised he hasn't came yet with how desperate he's been all night.

"You're filling me up so well Lixie, m-move please." you plead & Felix has to take a moment to collect himself, he is honestly shocked that you have lasted this long, usually, the very few girls he has been with & his one short term ex would be falling asleep after giving him one orgasm or two maximum, not letting him to fully ever tire himself out so for someone he has met online only no longer than ten days ago who is actually able to keep up with him, he thinks it's a complete match made in heaven & he thinks his endless prayers have been answered.

Felix holds his breath as he moves his hips backwards before pushing back in, watching your face before picking up the pace. "Y-you look so pretty, p-perfect tits." he babbles as he stares at them, his eyes switching between your face & your boobs bouncing with each thrust, his lips parted & also shiny with his spit from where he has been constantly licking at them, his bottom one a bit redder than the top from where he has been nibbling at it all night.

"Go harder, p-please, you're s-so beauti, fuck." you stutter, your fingers reaching to pinch your nipples, your eyes going cross eyed, your pussy completely gushing wetness around Felix's base, clenching uncontrollably.

Felix growls at your words as he picks up his pace & he lets out a high pitched squeal as he pulls out & cums, it landing all over your lower stomach & a few drops landing just under your tits.

Felix pants & you remove one of your hands from your nipple & drag it down to smother the tip of your fingers in his orgasm & you hold it up to his lips & he looks down at you, a devilish look in his eyes as he opens his mouth that tiny bit extra to accept your fingers & you both hum in unison as he swallows around your fingers, letting out a hum of satisfaction.

You both don't break away eye contact as you flip you both over so you're now straddling him & Felix realises he is actually getting softer after orgasms & he basically has heart shaped eyes. "Still hard? You really are inane, match made in heaven." you purr, slightly repositioning so your bare cunt is resting on his slightly softened cock, but it really doesn't take long for it to get hard enough again as your pussy snuggs itself right on top of it.

"I told you I can go all night, You're just too good." He replies, his blonde hair wet with sweat & sticking to his pretty face & you hum at his words. "Do you think you can handle one more, hmm?" you ask, already reaching back to fondle his balls again & he nods instantly, his facial expression going back to a needy, desperate one straight away & you can't help but giggle as you pick up his pretty, red cock in your hand again before sinking back down onto your new favourite thing you've ever touched or saw.

You sink back down until your bodies fully connect & a shiver shoots up your spine & you let out a broken hum as you use whatever strength you somehow have to begin moving your hips in a comfortable way as you begin bouncing, laying your hands on Felix's abs for support, not failing to admire how good they look & feel.

"Holy shit, like-just like that y/n, why are you s-so good, shoulda met way-s-sooner" he rambles as his hands become restless, dragging over your ass, tummy, waist, tits & he drags his fingers over your nipples, making you hiss at the feeling.

"Cum with me, mkay? Paint me inside too, dare ya" you cry, your eyes struggling to stay open as you have to physically stop yourself from flopping forwards but its no use as he latches his arms around your back & pulls you towards him & plants his feet to the floor & uses the rest of his little energy to begin fucking up into you at a harsh pace, making you squeal.

You unbury your face from his neck & you lock lips with him & you both exchange drool, it having a slightly salty taste from his own cum he suckled from your digits just a few minutes ago as felix starts to rub over your left nipple, pinching it & it makes you yelp.

You begin clenching uncontrollably & you start to struggle to kiss him back & your legs begin to feel like jelly & start to give out & if it wasn't for felix basically holding you in place you wouldn't even be moving. "F-felix, fuck, yes! go'n cum, s-so-too good" you wail, your eyes scrunched together as you break your lips apart due to none of you actually being able to breathe, both of your lips a way darker shade, your lips & chins covered in each others drool by this point.

"Cum inside? It's comi-coming, s-shit, you g-gonna take it all?" he stutters, his brain trying its hardest to float away & he is basically forcing himself to keep even a single thought inside. "yes, please, please pl-please! I'll be so good, keep it in for you, c-can eat it out me later" you respond, your pussy dripping a white ring around his base, soaking his pubes.

"G- such a good g-girl, it's c-coming, cumming." He screeches in s raspy voice & as his cock pulsates in you as his balls drain that little bit extra & as you feel another few thick ropes up into your cervix, your own orgasm pours over you like a bucket of cold water & you let out a shriek as your entire body begins shaking in his hold & you throw your head against him & you bite into his shoulder, making him whine as his hips slow down.

You both stay like this for a minute, just catching your breath back for the most part, but you can't really help but enjoy listening to his heart racing inside his chest.

Felix slowly pulls his now actually softening cock out of you, a few droplets of both his cum & your own wetness dripping back onto his pelvis & he wraps his arms around you but then moves them down to his sides. "Are you sue you wanna hug? I-i don't need aftercare if you don't wanna do that, I know it was just casual sex." he says in a soft voice, sounding a bit upset despite trying to sound casual.

You pick your head up & look down at his pretty face & see the slight pout & confused look on your face & you 'tut' at him jokingly before you wriggle your hand under his neck & rub your nose against his neck. "Don't be so silly, Lix, i'll not just leave you after you just had four orgasms, I'll get you some water n stuff once my breath is back." you reply, weaving the hand that's resting under his neck into his soft but wet hair & fiddle with it in your fingers.

Despite you not being able to see it, Felix can't help but smile at your words as he returns his arms around you & relaxes a lot more. "You're a softie, who woulda thought. I've never had anyone or anything make me actually fully enjoy an orgasm until tonight, I'm actually drained for the first time ever." he chuckles & you can't stop yourself from softly giggling. "Glad to hear, I'm actually exhausted though so we aren't going again till I get feeling back in my body." Felix simpers at your words & nods his head.

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Felix doesn't stay the night, him not wanting to overstay & you not knowing if you should ask him or not, thinking it was too intimate to do so.

Felix leaves after another hour or so, you fed him some cereal as it was all you could be bothered to make & you gave him a bottle of water & he dug through your drawers to find some sleep clothes & helped you clean up with a damp towel from your bathroom.

You both agreed to stay in contact with each other, for sexual reasons... obviously, but you both start sending each other memes, random photos of things Felix bakes, pretty flowers you walk past on your way to work & so on... that's how its all started for you both.

A/N: I think I liked the idea of this more than it actually turned on so I'm sorry if I haven't done this as much justice as I could have done, I've been going through a lot lately with a lot of personal issues & I got admitted so I'm also sorry for not being active, I'm gonna get back on track soon enough. I have a lot of requests & I am trying to get around to them so please just be patient, feel free to send me thoughts/asks but thoughts get published first since they're a lot smaller. I hope you all enjoyed this piece though if you've reached this far<3

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 2 months ago

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When You're Gone

Had a bit of writer's block, so I wrote this to help! ♡ These are short scenarios featuring some of the Twisted Wonderland cast, and what they do (sometimes without realizing it) when they miss you ♡ (There will probably be a part 2, with some more characters lol ♡) Enjoy! ♡

Characters included: Riddle, Cater, Ace, Ruggie

Riddle Rosehearts

He loves to have you close, engaging in conversation as you eat or work. Even when you say nothing at all, simply enjoying each other's presence, fills him with joy. There's no one he wants near more than you, and the seat beside him is yours, forever and always.

Whether it be an unbirthday party, in the cafeteria, in the library, or even in class, the chair beside him is always reserved for you. Even when he knows you won't be there, he still saves the spot for you, acting on instinct. The words leave him automatically, not even realizing what he said until it's too late.

"This seat is taken, so find somewhere else to sit" ♡

Cater Diamond

On nights when he can't sleep, scrolling through his phone, he'll look back on old conversations. Scrolling through messages you sent, pictures he took, fond memories you both shared. It brings him more joy than you'd think, a small smile coming to his face as he eventually falls asleep, dreaming of you.

Some nights he just can't sleep, no matter how hard he tries. Scrolling through his phone doesn't help, and Magicam doesn't seem as appealing as it usually is. During these nights, he listens to any voicemails he has from you, or any videos he's taken with you, longing to hear your voice.

He contemplates calling you, but ultimately decides against it, unsure what he'd say if you answered. He'll just keep listening to your voice until sleep takes hold, the sound calming his mind ♡

Ace Trappola

Everyone knows when you're not there, listening to Ace mumble to himself, wondering where you were. He'll look around as if seeking you out, before finally asking someone, curiosity taking hold.

While he does his best not to let it show, he worries about you, especially if he hasn't seen or heard from you in a while. Did something happen? Were you ok? Or perhaps you were mad at him, choosing not to respond?

He does his best to wait, finding the text he sent earlier unanswered. Scrolling through your past messages doesn't give him a hint, and sitting around doesn't help either, leaving him feeling off the rest of the day.

He goes about his business, but the thought of you still rests in the back of his mind. When he sees you again he acts as if nothing happened, being his usual self. Yet, the relief he feels at the sight of you, at your response, causes a smirk to come to his face. One that isn't there just to be teasing or smug ♡

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie's never been picky with food, taking whatever he could get. As long as it wasn't rotten, it was good enough for him, unconcerned with flavor or texture. When given a choice though, he's drawn to dishes you would like, always considering your tastes.

He's used to sharing with others, wanting those around him to be well-fed. As you begin to grow closer, he naturally starts to pick foods you would like, even if he doesn't realize it. All with the intention of sharing it with you, should you ever be hungry.

This habit doesn't stop when you're not there, Ruggie doing it without thinking. As he eats, he imagines you there with him, enjoying the dish for yourself. He finds it makes the food taste better, picturing your face lighting up at the first bite. Maybe he'll be nice and save you some, just this once ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

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drowning-in-paragraphs · 24 days ago

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hii! could i request an imagine where the reader is a university student and she’s super stressed and focused about finals and so she’s not really taking care of herself and eating well

maybe jude visits her at her apartment and cleans up for her and helps her shower and cooks her a meal and he’s just being a worried sweet boyfriend!

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jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: mental and physical exhaustation.

summary: You're drowning in college finals, causing you to isolate yourself even from your boyfriend. When he shows up unexpectedly, your worries transform into action: he forces you to rest, eat, and recover. Under his care, you finally find that much-needed peace and sleep that you´ve been yearning in his big arms.

The rain drummed lightly against the window of your tiny apartment as you sat hunched over your laptop, eyes red and burning from hours of staring at the screen. Your muscles were sore and every position felt uncomfortable. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, reminding you that yet another sleepless night had crept its way into morning. A half-empty coffee mug sat beside you, the cold liquid untouched for hours, but it was the only thing keeping you going. The countdown to university finals was suffocating, and the weight of it all pressed down on your chest with every page of notes you flipped through, every essay you drafted, and every formula you tried to memorize.

You hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days. Let alone something warm and nutritious. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had. But there was no time to think about food. Every second mattered, every minute wasted felt like a failure, and you had no room for mistakes. Your routine had dissolved into nothing more than stress, caffeine, and an overwhelming need to succeed. You hadn’t even spoken to Jude in days. You could feel his texts vibrating your phone, his missed calls piling up, but you were too consumed by the mounting pressure of university to even respond. God, how much you missed him, but the overwhelming fear of failure kept you away from the phone.

"Just a few more paragraphs," you whispered to yourself, your voice shaky as you scrolled through a PDF of your notes. Your fingers trembled, not from the cold but from exhaustion. You had lost count of how many nights you had stayed up like this, running on nothing but adrenaline and coffee, trying to cram every last bit of information into your brain. Sometimes you didn´t even know where to look at: your notes, your laptop, exercises, internet videos... Your handwriting had started to lose its meaning. It looked like hieroglyphics.

As you rubbed your tired eyes, trying to push past the headache forming at your temples, the sound of keys jingling outside your door caught your attention. You frowned, your mind too muddled to figure out who it could be. You weren’t expecting anyone. Maybe it was the house next door, though you doubted it due to the late hours.

The door creaked open, and you blinked, your vision blurring slightly from lack of sleep. Standing in the doorway, looking both concerned and frustrated, was Jude. He held a key to your apartment in one hand, his other clutching a bag. His eyes immediately softened when they met yours, though there was an unmistakable furrow in his brow.

"Hey," he said softly, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the mess—textbooks scattered everywhere, papers strewn across the floor, empty coffee cups, and a sink full of unwashed dishes. Then, his eyes landed on you, seated on your desk chair, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, your knees pulled up to your chest. Your face was buried in your notes, your hair pulled back in a messy bun, dark circles heavy under your eyes. A mug sat dangerously close to your elbow, almost forgotten. He sighed, walking over to where you sat, crouching down so that he was eye level with you. “You’ve been ignoring my calls.”

You swallowed, guilt settling in your chest as you looked away. “I’ve just been…very busy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from disuse. “Finals are coming up, and I—I can’t focus on anything other than this,” you continued, gesturing over your whole desk.

Jude frowned, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His thumb brushed against the dark circles under your eyes, his touch warm and soothing. "You haven't been eating, have you?" he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. His eyes flickered to the untouched coffee mug on your desk. "When was the last time that you slept?"

You glanced at the clock on the wall, but the frown on your face told him you didn’t even remember. You took his hands away from your face and bit your lip, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. "Nerves have made me lose my appetite. And I don’t have time to sleep, Jude. I need to study. I—"

Jude sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. It wasn’t just that you were skipping meals and staying up all night—it was that you genuinely thought you had no other choice. He knew how much you grades meant to you, but this was too much.

"No." He interrupted, his voice firm but laced with concern. "No, no, enough." He stood up, pulling you gently from your chair. "You’re running yourself into the ground. This isn’t healthy."

You wanted to protest, to tell him that you were okay, that you should keep going. But as soon as you stood up, the world tilted on its axis and you swayed a little, your vision blurring around the edges. Jude caught you easily, his arms and warmth enveloping you, steadying you as you swayed. You worried him and he did his best to hold back the anger that would make him scold you.

“That’s it," he muttered under his breath, half mad and half terrified. "You’re done for today."

"I can't—"

"Yes, you can. And you will," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "You're not going to help yourself by burning out like this." He led you over to the couch, gently guiding you to sit down as he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"Come on," he said softly. "You know what would help? A warm shower."

"Jude, you don’t have to do this," you mumbled, the words feeling thick in your mouth as fatigue began to weigh you down. Even blinking hurt your dry eyes.

"I do," he said without looking at you, his voice calm but insistent. "Because clearly, you’re not taking care of yourself, and someone has to, love." He offered his hand to carry you to the shower.

You hesitated, embarrassed at how weak you felt, but Jude’s gentle smile reassured you. With his help, you got up, and he led you to the bathroom. He started the shower, making sure the water wasn´t very hot before turning back to you.

"Can you handle it?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. When you nodded, he stepped back to give you space, but not before kissing your forehead gently.

"Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done."

The hot water was like a balm for your aching muscles, and as you stood under the stream, you felt the exhaustion begin to seep from your bones. By the time you stepped out of the shower, your head felt clearer, and though you were still tired, the fog of stress had lifted, if only a little.

As you disappeared into the steamy bathroom, Jude took a deep breath, surveying the mess around him. It was clear that the stress had overtaken you completely. With quick but deliberate movements, he began tidying up—stacking your books neatly, throwing out the empty coffee cups, and picking up the scattered clothes. He even opened the windows a bit to let in some fresh air, hoping it would clear away the stale atmosphere that had settled in the apartment.

When you emerged from the shower twenty minutes later, you already looked better—your face was no longer pale, and your hair, still damp, cascaded down your back. You were wrapped in a towel, looking almost embarrassed.

“Feel a bit better?” Jude asked, stepping toward you.

You gave a small smile and nodded. "Definitely," you answered, feeling more human than you had in days.

As you went to get change, Jude busied himself in the kitchen. He knew you needed something tasty and nutritious, so he started making a simple pasta dish that would be easy on your stomach but filling enough to give you some energy. He kept an eye on you as you came back into the living room, your steps slower, but your body more relaxed.

“Food’s almost ready,” he called over his shoulder, plating the pasta and setting it down on the table. “Come eat.”

Your heart swelled at his caring attitude and you thanked him as you sat down across from him. The smell of food made your stomach growl, reminding you how long it had been since you had eaten a real meal. Jude sat beside you, watching you as you took your first bite, his concern slowly fading as he saw you relax a little more with each bite.

After you ate, Jude pulled you to the couch, draping a blanket over you both as he wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into him, your head resting on his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat calming you in a way you hadn’t felt in days. He pressed soft kisses to the top of your head, his fingers lazily running through your hair.

"You scared me," he murmured into your hair. "I’ve never seen you like that before. I want you to take care of yourself."

You sighed, guilt tugging at you again. "I’m sorry, Jude. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just…finals are so overwhelming, and I felt like if I didn’t study enough, I’d fail."

"You won’t fail," he said firmly, his arms tightening around you. "You’re brilliant, and I know you’ll do amazing. But none of that matters if you’re not okay."

You nodded against his chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting beneath your ear. The warmth of his body, the sound of his breathing, and the gentle strokes of his hand through your hair lulled you into a state of calm you hadn’t felt in weeks.

"Stay with me tonight," you whispered, your eyes already fluttering shut. "I don’t want to be alone."

Jude kissed the top of your head, his arms cradling you even closer. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised, his voice soft as he continued to stroke your hair. "Get some sleep, love."

And for the first time in days, you did. In the safety of Jude’s arms, with his soothing touch and soft words, you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you had had in weeks. You knew that tomorrow would bring more studying, more stress, but for now, in this moment, you felt cared for, protected, and loved.

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deepestnightcolor · 4 months ago

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First of all, I love the way you write it always helps me picture in my brain the scene so thanks for that~

I'll stop being mushy now hehe

I've been having thoughts about the fem!farmer having a profile on a site to look for hookups before moving to Pelican Town and forgetting about how she used to have spicy texts with Sam just to accidentally meeting him on the streets of her new town while going on a stroll 😏 hehe

Anyways! Have an amazing day!!!

ᴀ/ɴ: IT MIGHT BE FINALS SEASON FOR ME (please, end me) BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM KEEPING YOU ALL FED IN ADDITION TO THE OTHER GLORIOUS MEALS YOU MAY CONSUME HERE. Thank you so much for the praise, lovely, it means THE WORLD. I hope you forgive me that I gave this story a little twist, and that you enjoy nonetheless!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3789 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: sexting, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, slobber, pierced dick (I said it and I will say it again, fight me), mutual pining, you are being pounded~, cream pie.

☾ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ☽

Sometimes you still read them. Read them when you were touching yourself beneath the sheets of your bed, read them when you wanted to get in the mood. Sometimes you still read them when you needed a little inspiration, but it was a fact that you still read them.

Normally, you deleted every conversation you had had on that website. But the ones with him had been so… entirely different. It wasn’t like you had been looking for something when you signed up on a site that promised quick, anonymous chats. Chats that could be easily discarded and forgotten. Messages that had one purpose; to still the one’s lust and then move on. To put it simply, a website that promised horny people to meet other horny people, whether it stayed digital or became real was none of their business.

You had never wanted any of this to become real – you were happy to play around with someone and be played around with when you laid in bed, all bored and horny. You were satisfied by being told how good you would be railed, happy with empty promises of being treated like a goddess. Comfortable with sharing some pictures – of course well-placed pictures, hiding details that would enable being recognized, never showing your face. At least you had been happy with building castles in the air until you had met him.

You had stumbled across him in one of the forums, a man showing off his upper body with a sense of pride radiating from his posture alone. He had accompanied the image with a simple line of text: “I am missing my muse.” Usually, you would have rolled your eyes and scrolled past in search of something spicier, dirtier. But something about him had made you click faster on that username than you would have ever liked to admit, sliding into the chat with him with a sense of despair in your chest: >If you treat me well, I could be your next muse.<

Your text had started a message of the sexiest texts you had ever received, and you didn’t even fucking know why. “SkAterdreaM” just seemed to know how to press your buttons. Guiding you to touch yourself with such a sense of precision, praising you just right. >That’s a pretty girl…Are those thighs twitching just for me? Yoba, Id love to kiss them, fuck you right until they are shaking because that’s what you deserve. Deserve to cum over and over again. Come on pretty baby, lemme hear those moans< >You make me so hard, fuck. I am drooling for you< But not only that – he added those videos. Fuck, those videos. You were pretty sure he had always put on a show for you with how he squeezed his cock, milked the pre-cum right out of himself. With how he let out these quivering, shaky gasps, moaning praise right into the microphone. “Look at what you are doing to me, princess- ah, fuck~ I wish you were here with me, gorgeous... I’d let you ride me right now, bounce on my cock… Are you touchin’ yourself for me, sweet girl? Rub that clit for me, yeah? Slooowly, I want you to go slow, just like this- you are going to be good for me, aren’t you?” Reacting perfectly to the videos you were sending him, picking up on little details not even you had been aware of. >Look at those pretty lips, all bitten-up... Feelin so good, baby? You make me wanna kiss em all better, gorgeous< Making you feel seen, heard, and appreciated. And the worst of it all? He wasn’t even there with you.

In all honesty, you had rarely ever come as hard as you had that night, and you hadn’t been able to find anything like that chat on that website since that night. And you had really tried. Texting men and women alike, talking to them, desperate to replicate what you had had with SkAterdreaM, but you always ended up disappointed, always ended up in that chat again and you always ended up disappointed when that last message smiled at you. >You were the prettiest muse I could ever possibly find.<

And damn how you wanted to find SkAterdreaM. Even now that you lived in Pelican Town did you sometimes read that chat, in hopes that the green button next to his name would indicate him being online, would allow you the chance to talk to him again, but you were always denied. It felt like Yoba had given you a gift, just to take it away from you again, leaving you in the bliss of it all and grieving the loss of it. How could life be so cruel?

You had tried to coax him back online, too. Sending pictures, all too pretty pictures. Of you in lingerie, which, you had to shamefully admit, were bought with him in the back of your mind. Of you cupping those pretty tits he had praised the whole night. Of you posing for him. But nothing. SkAterdreaM stayed offline.

But then, one day, you heard it. That voice. It immediately sent your body into a state of tingling sensations, skin burning up, heart pounding. You knew that voice. It sounded a lot less shaky and a lot less raunchy, but you knew that voice. Fuck. Were you going crazy? Had your insatiable need to meet that random-ass man again manifested into a psychosis? Maybe you should visit the town’s doctor, but what would you say? “Hey, I had a really great online sexting session, and now I hear the dude’s voice in real life, please help”? Maybe someone just had a- “Stop it, Seb, or I will kick you in the fucking nuts,” the voice laughed, sending a shudder rippling down your spine. You couldn’t believe it, yet there he was. The source of the voice was making his way toward you – well, more likely toward the saloon behind you, but fuck it – laughing with a man walking next to him.

“Oh! Hi, you must be the new farmer,” he smiled once he noticed you, and you were pretty sure you were just about to topple over, lip quivering. Could this really be? Could you have moved into the same town this online phantom was living in by accident? Was someone playing a cruel joke on you? Nevertheless, you were staring. Staring hard. What were words again, and how did you use them?

“Hi, I-“ -met you on a website for sex and fuck, I missed you. Before your tongue could release the word vomit onto the poor blond you snapped shut your jaw, trying to cover your tracks with an awkward smile. However, something in his face had shifted. A hint of recognition in those blue eyes – Yoba, he was handsome -, but they were definitely flooded with disbelief. A knock in his ribs coming from the man next to him made him stutter back into motion.

“Sam,” he choked out, mirroring that awkward smile on your lips. You gripped his offered hand, your breath hitching into your throat, making it near impossible to breathe out your own name.

“You remind me of someone,” he suddenly started out, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “a muse I met a while ago.” “What the fuck, Sam? Leave the poor girl alone,” the dark-haired man – Seb? – laughed, clearing his throat awkwardly. Little did he know that Sam had said just the right thing. “No worries, you remind me of a dream I had,” you shot back, making a small grin appear on his pink lips. “I will see you around then? I have made a few promises.” “Definitely.”

The way your lips crashed together could only be described as heavenly. Sam hadn’t even really taken the time to close the door behind himself before he had already wrapped you up in an embrace, fingers running through your hair before gently cradling your head. You couldn’t help yourself but moan into the gentle suckle of his lips, your body melting into him like it knew where it belonged. “Fuck, I thought I would never find you again,” he breathed, leaving your lips only for a second to gently nip at your jaw before going right back to your lips. His tongue lapped at the fat of your lower lip, greedily pushing past your teeth to lick over yours, his hands now wandering down your back. The feeling of being desired cursed through you just as much as the feeling of desiring him, your own hands wandering beneath the white shirt he was wearing to feel the smooth skin of his toned stomach. “Same,” you gasped out as he pulled away just enough to let you breathe, “I kept texting you,” you stammered, your lips kissing along his neck, savouring that breathless groan that left his already swelling lips, “but you never replied.” “I lost all access to that account,” he breathed back, his own hands now slipping beneath your shirt, small moan escaping him as they engulfed your tits, “fuck, baby. They feel just as pretty as they looked.” Yoba, he loved that giggle that left you. He had loved everything about your encounters. The way you had reacted to him, the way that you had moaned for him. The way you had begged for more, even though he just couldn’t give you what he had wanted – which had been everything. He had absolutely loved your voice cracking, the way you bit your lip as your hips bucked. The way your thighs quivered. It had been burnt into his mind, lending him a hand whenever he fucked his fist. It should have embarrassed him – an online encounter absolutely possessing his mind, but it didn’t. He had cursed heaven and hell when he had realized that he had lost access to that fucking account, and thus to you. “Believe me, I tried to get back into it,” he sighed, big hands squeezing the flesh in his hand, pierced tongue licking along your throat, just to ease the following blow of his teeth sinking into your pretty skin, “but I couldn’t for the life of me.” And really – he had tried. Even asked Sebastian if he could regain the access he had lost, even though it had set him up for a lifetime of mockery. Your answer was a mere whimper, one that made his pants way too fucking tight. He had never been this hard ever since that night, but now- now he could touch you.

“Pretty princess,” he sighed, hips rutting into you almost automatically. Yoba, feeling you after dreaming about you for so long – it made him feel like he could come right now, like he could cream his pants just because he felt your hands wander down his back, nails scratching along him ever so slightly. Yoba, he needed you.

Even though it physically pained him to pull his hands away from your nipples, he did. Just in favour of pulling down the fabric of your pants. He needed to see you. All bare, just for him. His breath hitched when he saw your panties, adorning your pubic mound in a way not even the most skilled artist could have painted. His whole body quivered as his long fingers reached out for you, brushing the calloused pad along the still clothed skin. He could hear the slight thump of your head falling against the wall behind you as you took in a shaky breath, and he wanted to cry tears of joy. He could have you now, all for himself. The realization made every ounce of patience he had promised himself to have evaporate, instead his fingers curled into the fabric, giving the thin layer of clothing a good tug. “So wet for me already, princess?” he all but cooed, holding your underwear up to your face, a wet spot beaming right at you. “Shut up,” you laughed, albeit a lot more breathless than you had been at the beginning of this, running your hands down his body. “You are not much better, SkaterDream.” Sam’s hips almost involuntarily bucked forward when your fingers brushed along the outline of his erection, eyes rolled back in his skull. Why did your fingers feel so much better than his whole fucking fist? Shit, you had ruined masturbation for him – but he just couldn’t be mad at you. No way, not when you looked up at him like this, doe eyes glazed over with lust, lips puffy from the rough, hungry kisses the two of you had shared.

Just looking at you made his balls pull tight, red tip of his dick drooling pre-cum into the black of his boxers. You were right, he wasn’t much better. His eyes drifted shut as you fisted at his poor dick now, making it cry for release from its restraints. “You are so beautiful; you know that darling? So damn beautiful,” he sighed, allowing your hands to unbuckle his belt with a clinking noise, his own working to slide your shirt above your head. Normally, he would have brought you upstairs, laid you on the bed before he would have taken his sweet times, but right now, he felt like he was starving right in front of a meal. He struggled out of his pants while he pushed up your bra, lips latching on your sweet nipple, letting the moan that left your sinful lips go through his whole system, savouring the way his dick twitched. “That’s right, baby, moan for me,” he coaxed, flicking a finger against your clit. Just lightly, to gauge your reaction. And oh, did you deliver. Your hips bucked forward almost immediately, back arched in in an attempt to get closer, to get more, more, more. Your eyes were half-lidded now, your cleavage flushed, as your lips mouthed wordless begs. How could Sam resist?

He couldn’t. His boxers pooled around his ankles just to be kicked away, pierced dick meeting his stomach with a wet smack. The moan that came from you upon revealing his girth almost sent him toppling over, legs shaking slightly as he slid it between your folds. “What is it, baby? Do you like my dick? Is it good enough for your pretty pussy?” His hips rocked back and forward now, coating his perverted shaft in your slick, eyes never leaving your face as he awaited your response. The nod you gave was small, but the look in your eyes was enough to make him drool. Tears welled in them, just about to slip down those flushed cheeks, so full of desire and despair that he felt like they were mirroring his soul. When the pierced tip caught your twitchy hole, both of you gasped out loud, making Sam’s hips work faster, bumping against your entrance over and over. He adored the wet sounds the two of you created, the way you moaned in his ear, and oh Yoba, how you bit those pretty lips again. He just had to – had to kiss them better, had to aim for your clit, had to please you. “Sam,” you suddenly gasped, making his head snap up, taking his focus away from how pretty your pussy looked with his dick teasing it. “Yes, baby? What do you want? Tell me, princess.” “Fuck- Sam, please- fuck me,” you mewled, head again bumping into the wall. Another fat glob of pre-cum leaked out of him, and he was pretty sure he had sold his soul to the devil – how else could this be true? But you were his muse, his pretty, pretty princess, that made his balls hurt so good, so if he had actually sold his soul, he would have done it all over again.

“Do you need me, baby? Want my dick to ruin your sweet little cunt? Yeah? That’s what you want?” Another bump against your clit, another tease at your hole, and yet another glob of pre-cum coating your folds. “Yes, Sam! Fuck, PLEASE.”

That had definitely done it for him. Greedy tip lining up with your drooling hole, his eyes searched your face once more before he pushed forward. Feeling your drenched walls wrap around him, Yoba, he wanted to weep. His dick surely did. You were so beautifully wet around him, greeting him with a squelching sound as your walls stretched around him. If his brain had been working until now, it most definitely had short-circuited at right this moment and had left his mouth hanging open, spit dribbling down his tongue and on your gorgeous tits. You weren’t in much better shape – Sam was big. Girth stretching you absolutely thin, making you feel like you were going to rip in half, but fuck, did it feel good. His pierced tip bumped against your walls, and you could feel him pulse inside of you with each push forward.

“Y..you..you okay?” he whispered as he was about halfway in, nodding at the small nod you gave him. “Doin’ so good for me, baby. So good. Fuck, you feel so good. Better than I could have ever imagined, babe,” he babbled, strings of spit landing on your skin with almost every word. “Sweet, sweet girl. Taking in my dick like a perfect little slut, I am gonna move again now, ‘kay? Gonna take all of me, princess?”

You didn’t have any other option than nod – it felt like with Sam’s dick entering you, all the words you had ever learned had left you. Not that you minded, what he gave you was so much better. He fucked his dick further into you, moaning your name in the most strained, beautiful way as he bottomed out. “Good fucking- Good girl, so good for me. Don’t deserve you, darling,” he yapped, beginning with a slow and steady pace. That didn’t last long, though. Your moans were just so beautiful, you see? Sam really did try, though! Really tried to keep slow and go easy on you, but there was just no way to do so when you sounded like this, when you scratched your fingers down his back like this. When you whimpered and bucked into him like this – no, he just couldn’t.

He fucked into you like you deserved, like you had always dreamed of. Giving you quick and hard thrusts that reached deep, tip bullying into you mercilessly. Sam wasn’t able to get enough from seeing you like this, with your mouth either hanging open or closed as you bit your lip, seeing you being ruined by his dick while your tits bounced for him – it just was so delicious. “Fuck, baby. You are suckin’ me off, does it feel good? Do ya like my dick pounding that cunt? Do ya like how I make you mine? Tell me, love. Use your words.” His fingers wrapped around your chin, making you look at him as he thrusted at a rough pace, keeping eye contact as your pussy squelched for his throbbing dick. You smacked your lips together, once, then twice, trying to answer these simple questions, but it was just so hard when it felt like the ability to speak was hogtied by the feeling of your building orgasm. “Can’t hear you, sweets. But look at you, bitin’ your lip again, ya love this, dontcha?” He cooed, licking along your throat, down your cleavage, just to lap and nip at your nipple while his thumb rolled over the other. “Still, I wanna hear you, let me hear those words, c’mon. I know you can do it.” Just to underline his words, he gave you an especially hard thrust, making you gasp out his name, followed by a babbled string of “yes”’s. “That’s it, love. That’s it. Knew you could do it,” he cooed, eyes watching how greedily your cunt sucked in his dick. Yoba, he was close. So, so close. The thought of filling you up made his balls pull again, aching for that sweet, sweet release. He needed you to cum, drench him, cream his cock – he just needed you to.

His tongue lulled out of his mouth, spittle landing on your already damp skin as he pounded into you. His thumb found its spot on your clit again, flicking and rubbing it in circles that matched the pace of his thrusts. “Sa-Sahaaam!” You sobbed, voice edging in a high pitch as your stomach swirled around that approaching high. “What is it, baby? Gonna cum for me? Please, cum for me. Drench me, I want it all, make a mess of me.” His words only added to the building pressure within you, the room suddenly seeming to spin, the only thing that stayed in frame being the blond that fucked into you as if his life depended on it. Your moans no longer consisted of anything cohesive, only the high-pitched edge announced your nearing orgasm. Sam picked up on it, fell right in love with it and obeyed, keeping his pace a steady, hard fuck, thumb massaging your aching clit in a way that made your thighs twitch. You tried to tell him that you were going to cum, you certainly did, but all that left your mouth was a sob, followed by a small whine before your back arched in, legs full-on shaking as your orgasm wrecked through you.

Your hole spasmed around Sam’s already pulsing dick, gush of juices creating a creamy ring around the base of his shaft. He wanted this image of you to be forever etched into his brain, wanted it to be one of his core memories.

The look you gave him was enough to send him over the edge himself, red tip spitting ropes of cum inside of you, filling you up with each thrust. Sam just couldn’t stop, the need to fuck it deep inside of you possessing him as he pounded away, wanted to mark you as his and only his.

Only when his balls felt so incredibly empty did he slow to a stop, panting for hair like a dog in heat. Looking down at you, you weren’t in much better shape. You looked wrecked. Body flushed still, covered in his drools and lovebites he had left while he had been fucking into you. You were still shaking lightly against him, your eyes holding a fucked-out gaze that made his knees weak. For a while, the two of you just looked at one another as you panted, Sam’s hand carefully trading through your hair, the other working on holding up your tired body.

After a while, Sam dared to speak again. “So…I know we met on a website for sex, but…could I maybe take you on a date?”

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley farmer #sdv fanfic #fanfic #sdv sam #stardew valley smut #sdv sam x reader

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 9 months ago

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I'll Crawl Home To Her

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Summary: Simon is away on a mission and you are on his mind. Having to extend his stay, he is going to miss Valentine's day, but coming across a recent trend on TikTok, he may have a way to say just how much you mean to him.

***So, this came from the TikTok trend I came across of military guys posting pics of their girlfriends/wives/fiancees/etc. to the song Work Song by Hozier and I wanted Simon to do it too for you. So here it is! Just a little something extra***

***Pictures are made by me***

Simon can’t sleep, again.

It’s been a while that his team has been in the field on their current mission and though he knows he should focus on the task at hand, there is so much on his mind tonight. Even though he is tired, he cannot seem to get himself to drift off. There is something missing, or more like someone, that he wishes to be beside right now and that is you.

He feels guilty about still being gone as he should be in by now, just in time for Valentine's day, but that isn’t happening anymore. Things on this latest mission are taking longer than expected and instead of packing up to come home to you, he had to have that hard phone call to tell you that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. In that call he heard it there in your voice: that twinge of sadness that you always try to mask through hopeful and kind words, holding back the crackle in your voice as you choke back the tears in hopes that he won't hear it, but he does. He always does.

As much as he loves his job he is ready to be back with you again and hearing that does not make it any easier.

The dark surrounds him as Simon lays in his cot, trying to numb his mind with his phone propped up in his hand, hopeful that with enough distraction sleep will eventually take him. He knows there is no better way to keep his mind from wandering back to those things he cannot change than by idly watching short content videos and he knows just where to go for that. He clicks on the TikTok app and begins to watch.

Scrolling through the drivel and waste, past people spewing their nonsense, a video comes across his feed that instantly brings you right back to the forefront of his thoughts. The first slide is a picture of a young man in his fatigues and tactical gear smiling at the camera. He is clearly in the field on active duty and there is text across him that repeats the lyrics of the song playing. His picture is followed by a slide with what Simon assumes is his wife with the next bit of lyrics over her. It looks like a new trend amongst military personnel on the app, a tribute to the ones they are going to come home to in the future: children, pets, significant others, family.

The song tugs at his heartstrings from the moment it begins; it's one he hasn't heard before, but the lyrics make his heart ache and his arms feel so incredibly empty without the weight of your body filling them as the singer speaks about how even in death they would find their way home to the one they love.

And fuck if that isn't something he thinks about a lot.

It is a burden of this type of job, leaving all part of his heart behind back home every time he has to go out. He knows this lifestyle isn’t easy on either of you, that even though you’ve been together for a couple years now, having him constantly be pulled across the world and away from you still has a certain bite to it. Yet with all that stacked against your relationship, not once have you ever been anything other than supportive. Standing beside him through it all, constantly choosing to give him your heart no matter how hard this gets, loving him through the all the shit that gets thrown his way; if there is anyone his soul would seek out even in death, it would be you.

He clicks on the sound at the bottom of the screen with a lump welling in his throat and starts to watch more videos of the same. One video turns into two and then three and now his heart is aching something fierce, like a physical burning in the center of his hardened chest that he tries to rub away with his hand, but he knows it's not going to go until he's near you again.

This longing is worse than it has ever been before. He misses your touch, all that soft, warm skin under his hardened hands; he misses your laugh, that sweet sound that can make the sunshine come out even on a rainy day; he yearns for your mouth, those full lips that he can lose himself in. It's almost too much to bear being away from you at that moment.

Simon was never one for big displays of sentimentality. No one ever seemed worth breaking down those walls that he had built up to allow himself to be vulnerable in such a public way like that. It never seemed worth the sacrifice. And for a long time, no matter who he met, that was true…until you.

You broke the mold when you came into his life. Now his heart can't help but burst at the seams whenever you pop into his head. He could be a thousand miles away from you, stuck in some hot, miserable shithole in the middle of nowhere, like he is right now, and yet the moment he thinks of you it doesn't seem quite so bad.

Because he knows there is a piece of heaven waiting for him, something wonderful that is all his that the struggle of his other life will not touch, not if he has anything to do with it.

Simon may have to miss being there on the day when people show their loved ones how much they care, but that doesn’t mean he can do nothing. As the videos continue to play, he gets an idea, one that will hopefully show you just how much he really does care.

As much as you go on the app, he is sure you have seen a video or two like this come across your scrolling. You have probably sat there and watched just as he did, thinking about him being so far away, missing him something terrible. Maybe you would like to see him make a video like that for you. Either way, this is something he wants to do, needs to do.

Simon has no pictures of just himself on his phone, none without you in them, and so that’s his first order if he wants to do this right. He tries to do the easy thing the next day and take a selfie, but he can’t get one that looks good enough for him to keep. The more he takes, the worse he thinks they look and that means he is going to have to get help whether he wants to or not, otherwise he is going to back out of doing this and he’s not going to let that happen.

This is for you after all, he needs it to be perfect. You deserve that.

He decides his best bet is wrangling Soap into doing this for him; at least he is the most comfortable asking the sergeant. “Johnny, I need ya to do somethin’ for me,” Simon says as the team stands around awaiting transport into the designated location. “Don’t ask any fuckin’ questions, but I need ya to take a picture a me real quick.”

“Wanna do a beauty shoot here, L.T.? Seems a bit of a strange location,” Johnny jokes as Simon pulls out his phone from his pocket and shoves it into the sergeant’s open hand. Johnny watches him for a moment, taking a guess at what this is all really about. “Or is it for yer lass back home? Gonna send her somethin’ nice?”

Shaking his head, Simon laughs sarcastically. “Just take the damn picture, yeah? An’ make it look good. I want it ta look natural.”

This isn’t something the masked officer has much experience in and so posing is out; he instead goes for something where it looks like he is caught unaware that he’s being photographed. He’s looking off in the distance, his hand wrapped around his gun so they don’t just hang awkwardly at his side. Johnny quickly snaps the pic and hands the phone back to Simon to check.

“That’ll do,” he says under his breath, satisfied enough with how it looks.

That night as he lays down for bed, he quickly pieces the video together: first his photo and then he needs one of you. He opens his camera roll and it is absurd how many different ones he has saved. There are so many to choose from that he has a hard time picking the perfect one, but settles on something recent.

It’s one of you in the bathroom of your apartment, all cozy in the striped jumper he got you for your birthday. Your hair is pulled down out of the bun you keep it in for work, a bit messy from just getting in after you got off. Never has he seen someone more beautiful in such a simple state; you always could look like a dream without even trying. And even through your exhaustion you still give the camera and him the biggest, brightest smile.

Yeah, it has to be this one. This is the beauty he does all this for.

Luckily it is a rather simple video to put together, he doesn’t have too much trouble getting it to look exactly like the others. He has to watch and rewatch it several times just to be sure he is happy with the product before he hits upload to his followers only. Being that you are the only person that follows him, that is exactly what he wants; he may have to be a bit secretive for work, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try and give you some normalcy.

To him you deserve the world and fuck if he isn’t going to try and give it to you.

He presses the button, the uploading dial in the upper hand corner spinning until it reaches 100%, and waits to see if you get it, hoping that it has the effect he wants in saying all he needs to for you to know how special you are to him.

Across the country, your phone buzzes with a random notification as you lay in bed. It's from Simon's account on TikTok saying he's made a new post. You can’t help how strange you think it is… He never posts anything on his account because he really only made one for you to send him stupid videos to watch whenever he needs to unwind and so it takes you by surprise to see that he has posted something. Opening the app curiously you go straight to check out what it is.

You are not prepared for the emotion that hits you the moment the video starts to play. It’s one of those military posts you have come across a couple of times while scrolling late at night, the ones that you have to quickly scroll past or risk crying at how sweet they are and how much they make you miss Simon. Now the heartfelt Hozier song is blasting through the speakers and it is for you.

The sentiment behind the lyrics of the song mixed with the picture of him on his latest mission is almost too much. And of course he has picked the picture of you looking all natural, it’s like he can’t get enough of you when you don’t even try at all. You know better than anyone how Simon despises having his picture taken if it isn’t with you, so this a huge sign of just how deeply he cares. Instantly there is a stinging around the rims of your eyes as your vision shimmers. You let the video replay several times as the stray tears are let loose and stream heavily down your face.

Simon did this all for you.

Quickly you pull up your texting app and send him a message, hoping he’s still up to at least answer. You have to rub your eyes with the back of your hand to see the screen, but you type out your message as best you can.

I want you to know I'm crying right now because of you. Is that what you wanted? Make me something that has me crying?

A few minutes pass before your phone buzzes with a text from him, just as you finish wiping away more of the tears collecting on your cheeks.

Guess you saw the video, yeah? I hope I did it right, sweetheart. Cause I fucking mean it.

You chuckle, swallowing down the lump of feelings that have lodged themselves in your throat, struggling not to start sobbing at how his sweet affection. Of all the things that could be said about Simon Riley, one that could never was that he didn't try his hardest when it came to loving you.

The emotion makes your hands quiver, but you text him back.

It is perfect, Simon. I love it. Really, you did so good.

Simon smiles to himself, glad that your deep connection allows him to share things like this with you. There is no one else that can see him like this, that he can allow his guard down around, and it feels nice to be this tender for the first time in his life. He truly feels as if he can be vulnerable, let himself love with his whole heart, and it is all because of you.

Maybe I'm going soft, but I wanted you to know that I am missing you like mad and that I hate I’m not there with you right now. Fuck, it's getting hard. Can't wait till you're back in my arms again, darling.

You close your eyes and press your lips to the screen as if he can feel your kiss through the screen.

Love you.

Not even a minute passes and the phone vibrates.

Love you too, my beautiful girl. I promise I'll be home soon.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost

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strawberrystepmom · 1 year ago

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izuku x f!reader. reader is referred to as wife, he is referred to as husband, reader has a defined and briefly mentioned career. wife guy deku compilation indeed.

Hey, have you seen this?

Your screen lights up with a text message from one of your closest friends, another message with a link to a video following quickly after and you tilt your head to the side at your desk reading the title of the video.

“Deku Wife Guy Compilation”

It makes you chuckle to see these terms stitched together, something that would probably not make much sense to your blissfully offline-as-he-can-be husband, but you understand what it means and press the link to open the video. It takes a moment to load and you jiggle your foot impatiently as it does, abandoning what you were last working on to focus as he comes onto the rectangle screen.

“My wife is the best,” filters through your phone speakers as clear as day and you smile despite yourself, the familiar butterflies you get every time you look at him blooming beneath your ribs.

“First of all, I want to thank my wife.”

“My wife is the true savior in our household, she’s a doctor…”

“My beautiful ____, my wife, my heart.”

“None of this would be possible without my wife so please give her a hand.”

It’s a three minute video stitching together every time he has mentioned you in victory speeches and press interviews and the like and it makes you wonder what people could be saying. You’re no stranger to running into the stray hater online yet you scroll down to the comments section, eyes widening when you see it filled with nothing but admiration for the strong foundation of love your marriage is built upon.

iluvchargebolt: man, i hope i’m loved like this someday :’)

momospantyliner: The way his eyes light up when he says her name at 0:48…beautiful.

Allmightisalright07: Reminds me of how i used to talk about my wife when she was still with us. They are certainly soulmates.

In comparison to other comment sections you’ve scanned in the past, this one makes you feel very warm in comparison and you feel the need to look away after being perceived by so many people who don’t even know you. Izuku’s love is so evident for you even strangers see it from a mile away, they can hear it in the soft way his tongue caresses your name like he’s kissing you every time he says it.

You put your phone down and turn back to your work, letting the video play over the speaker just to hear his voice when your screen lights up again and vibrates on top of your desk. Another text from the same friend, another link.

There are 10 of these omg

Another link pops up on your screen in a blue bubble, this time to a playlist containing videos in the same fashion as the first. Deku Wifeguy Compilation 1-10. Giggling to yourself, you press play and let the playlist run, each video growing in length with the shortest at 3 minutes and the longest at just over 10, your eyes widening realizing that he loves you so much there are videos worth of him simply stating it over and over and over again.

The same compulsion that led you to check the comments section on the first video takes over and you decide to pause the playlist and read, scanning the comments for anything you could potentially use as fodder to be angry about later.

shotopleasereturnmycalls: damn…i really am single.

Redriotsarmpithair9680: Love like this is rare. So glad our beacon of hope has a safe place to land after he’s done keeping us safe <3

You don’t dare to go any further lest you do see something you won’t like, keeping the video paused and locking your phone to set it aside and reflect. It’s strange to live a life so public and private all at once, hiding some parts and sharing the others, but you’re grateful the most consistent thing about Izuku is that he has never wanted to do anything but shine his light on you, to make you the spotlight of his world and everything about him.

Abruptly you pick your phone up and slide the screen upward, the messages app filling your screen. You click out of the thread with your friend and into the one with Izuku and you type out three simple words, the ones that you feel all day every day.

You: I love you.

Miles away, he looks down at his phone screen and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, scrunching his nose, freckles barely visible thanks to the low light and bad angle but it’s all him - silly and sweet and sincere. He sends it off with the three simple words he feels about you in return, all day every day.

Izuku: I love you too, my perfect wife.

#deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #kendall writes

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audliminal · 23 days ago

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It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 8

Masterpost

"So I think they're using other languages," Tim says, the moment Bernard opens the door.

"Well hello to you too my beloved boyfriend," Bernard responds, kissing Tim on the cheek and pulling him into the apartment.

"Shut up," Tim says, following Bernard to the table. This is hardly the first time Tim has skipped past pleasantries like that, and Bernard seems to find it more amusing every time.

"Aw, I dunno if I can do that. I really like to talk to you," Bernard grins conspiratorially. "Plus, then I wouldn't get to tell you that you're half right."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously other people noticed the comment, right?" Bernard, gestures towards the computer, where Tim can see the cryptic comment. It already has dozens of responses. "Mostly people are just freaking out about it, because this is like, our first instance of direct communication from them, but one of the people who saw it actually recognized what language it is."

"Just one?" Tim frowns.

"Yeah. It's called esperanto. I googled it and apparently it's a conlang from the late 1800s which is pretty cool. It was, like, invented to be kind of a universal language, I guess? It pulls from a lot of different languages, so that's why it looks like multiple languages."

"Huh."

"But! There's still the encoded portions to figure out, because the translation as-is doesn't really make any sense." Bernard scrolls and points to the translation that a commenter had offered. It reads To be fqzuhsx-ayccas is to be qtdkv-avnwkwkb; the veil afph-gqkduik but it is meant to igpmtwi-ocdq. Determination in the face of doubt.

"Huh," Tim studies the text, then notices something. "They've specifically encoded the verbs."

"Yep," Bernard shrugs. "I haven't tried anything for the encrypted stuff yet; figured i might as well wait for you."

"Okay, well I guess we start with the simplest? We know they've used caesar ciphers before, plus this is in response to what we did with the first caesar ciphers before, so we might as well try one of your decoder websites for that first."

"Seems reasonable," Bernard says, pulling up the website from before. He quickly copies the first word over and hits the button. "Well shit, that was quick."

"Only the first half, though." Tim mutters. "Do it to the rest of them." Bernard copies and decodes the rest. In short order, they have a the first half of each encryption decoded.

"To be gravity is to be orbit, the veil disk but it is meant to eclipse?" Bernard frowns. "That... doesn't make much more sense."

"What's up with the focus on astronomy, too."

"Oh, right, we haven't gotten that far yet. They keep referencing space stuff. There's like, a running theory about these messages being supposed to have come through a black hole?"

"Is that even possible? i thought black holes ate stuff forever."

"I dunno, I'm not really into space stuff. Besides it's like, sure there's evidence for it, and space seems to be narratively important? But the premise seems kind of contrived to me."

"You think they're doing something bigger than what everybody is seeing." Tim stares at the forum thread. If anything was going to give Bernard's theory some credence, it would be what literally just happened.

"Exactly." Bernard posted on a forum arguing that he thought the game ran deeper than people realized. And the creators, who so far hadn't interacted directly, had responded to that post, with a triple-encrypted message.

"Each shift was one further away than the last," Tim thinks rapidly. "It started with language, which could be either a part of the effort to encrypt it, or a part of the intended meaning. Possibly both. Then, they used caesar ciphers for the first layer of encryption, the same thing they used in their first post. How did they encrypt things in the second post?"

"I think I kind of mentioned it before, but the second post used a vigenere cipher. The names of the people in the first video were the keys, if I remember right."

"The first is the key to the second."

"What-"

"Take the second part and decode it with the first."

"Dude your mind is scary sometimes," Bernard laughs, but moves to do as Tim says, revealing the first encrypted word. "To be seen. That works..."

Tim starts writing down the full message, as Bernard decodes the rest. Finally, they have the full text of the message the creators intended to send.

"To be seen is to be remembered; the veil distracts but it is meant to hide. Determination in the face of doubt." Tim reads.

"Huh," Bernard says, leaning over to read it for himself. "Well, now we know what it says. Now we just need to figure out what that means."

#dp x dc #the one where the amity parkers make an arg #this part got long lol but i didnt wanna leave off in the middle of them solving the riddle #i put so much thought into this message and its encryption #its v hard to tell from the inside if youre actually making something that it's reasonable for ppl to solve #but luckily i get to just give you guys the solutions!#though as this goes on they are gonna get harder #eventually they wont be given and solved in the same post lol #so have fun looking forward to that i guess

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aleskie-hischier · 1 month ago

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Invisible String NICO x FIGURE SKATER SMAU SUMMARY: Mila manifested this relationship. She did. The fans have proof. Ice to Meet You Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: one swear word, mentions of getting drunk and cigarettes

"a string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons one single thread of gold tied me to you"

“Schatz, have you seen this?” Nico leans over the back of the couch, phone in hand, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Apparently, you manifested me.”

Mila glances over, placing the last plate into the dishwasher with a soft clink. His smile is cheeky. Full of mischief.

“What do you mean, ‘manifested’ you?” she asks, wiping her hands on a towel before walking over to him. She saddles up next to him, her eyes narrowing playfully as they flit over to the Twitter thread he has open. “Since when do you even use Twitter?”

“Since Jack sent me this thread,” Nico says, draping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer so they both face the screen. “Look, they even have video evidence.”

Mila scrunches her nose, her stomach twisting. Oh god, what was she about to witness? Nico scrolls down to the first post. The text on the tweet makes her groan, a wave of recognition hitting her as she reads:

“CASE ONE: 2014 OLYMPICS WHEN SHE DID THAT RAPID QUESTION INTERVIEW”

The memory rushes back—she’d just finished her program and ran into an interviewer. The cameras were flashing, her exhaustion making her blurt out answers without much thought.

“Oh god, I remember this.”

Nico nudges her, laughing softly. “This was ten years ago, how do you remember?”

Mila buries her face into his shoulder, groaning. “They really found that?”

Nico chuckles softly, but she can’t help but look at the screen. She’s much younger in the video where she’s talking to the reporter. Fifteen years old, younger, a bit more carefree. Just a girl who was happy to be there. The video plays quietly in the backgound, but she doesn't need to watch it to know exactly what she said.

“They did. Thirteen’s your favorite number huh? And you want to get into hockey? And visit Switzerland?” He raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Sound familiar?”

She looks up at him, half laughing, half mortified. “That doesn’t prove I manifested you.”

Nico chuckles, kissing her forehead. “No, but it’s a pretty good start.”

Nico scrolls again and reads the next post out loud:

“CASE TWO: 2018 OLYMPICS WHEN SHE GOT ASKED WHAT HER IDEAL TYPE IN A MAN IS.”

This one doesn’t ring a bell. Then again, she’d pretty much blocked out that entire Olympic run from her memory. All she remembers is getting drunk in her hotel room after leaving the village and chain-smoking four cigarettes in a row. Not her finest moment, that’s for sure.

“Play the video.”

Nico glances at her, brows furrowed with concern. “Are you sure?”

“I wanna know what I said.”

“They’ve got the quote right there,” he offers, scrolling slightly to show it below.

“I wanna hear how I sounded.” She flashes him a pout she knows he can't resist. "Please?"

He chuckles, relenting. “Okay, you win.”

The video starts. It catches her off guard—she’s laughing. She doesn’t remember that. She was certain nothing could have made her laugh back then. Not after what happened. But there she is, laughing, carefree, even letting out a snort. The sound makes her smile despite herself, something about it tender, something she wants to keep. She files it deep in her memory, a fragment worth holding onto. Proof that maybe not everything was bad that year, that there were good moments too.

It helps that Nico is laughing too, eyes wide with amusement, his whole chest vibrating with laughter. He’s so not letting her forget this.

When the video ends, he looks at her with a mischievous grin. “So,” he begins, counting on his fingers, “Tall? Check. Teddy bear? Check. Gives great hugs? Definitely. And,” he raises an eyebrow, lips pulled into a small smirk, “you’ve always had a thing for authority figures, haven’t you?”

She rolls her eyes and playfully slaps his chest. “You’re forgetting the part where I said I wanted someone who looks like they’ve been through the most horrendous shit ever,” she smirks.

He leans back, pretending to be offended. “Well, I don’t.”

Mila chuckles, pulling him closer. She presses a soft kiss between his furrowed brows. “Oh, honey, your eyebrows are more expressive than you think.”

Nico laughs, shaking his head as he scrolls down to the next post. Mila reads the text:

“CASE THREE: 2020 USA NATIONALS WHEN SOMEONE ASKED HER ABOUT HER PERFECT MEET-CUTE.”

“You know,” she glances up at him, “Now that I think about it, this was almost exactly a year before we met.”

A fond smile tugs at her lips as the memory of their first meeting floods back. She can almost feel herself there again—bored out of her mind in that dimly lit bar in New Jersey.

Nico rests his cheek on the top of her head. “Why ‘almost’?”

“This interview was in January. We met in February.” She grins. “But the days match up.”

He hums thoughtfully, his fingers still idly scrolling. “Close enough.”

With a small chuckle, he hits play on the video, and they both lean in, listening intently. Mila’s voice fills the room, she's not that much younger but she talks with a confidence she barely remembers, describing her version of a perfect meet-cute.

As she watches, she can’t help but glance at Nico, admiring the way he’s so focused on the video. It’s funny how things turned out, meeting in a way neither of them could have written.

Mila feels his gaze lingering on her. “What?”

“You predicted everything,” Nico says with a smile. “We met at a bar, we clicked, and you found out I liked the ice just as much as you did.”

He pulls her in for a kiss, short and sweet, more of a peck, but the warmth of it lingers. “And now, here we are.”

“Huh,” she tilts her head, smiling softly. “I guess I did.”

They share a quiet chuckle, and Nico pulls her in for another kiss, this one lingering a bit longer. Maybe they really were meant to be. She’d never believed in soulmates, never thought there was someone like that for her. But there she was, cuddled up next to him.

“Now all I need to do is propose to you in the mountains and give you the wedding of your dreams,” he says playfully, "Do you think the Swiss Alps would work for a nice mountain proposal?"

She smiles up at him, her mind wandering as she pictures it—maybe on a hike, the two of them reaching the peak, and just as she turns around, there he is, down on one knee, holding a dainty little ringbox in his large hands. The thought makes her heart race.

Resting her head on his chest, she chuckles. “If we actually end up having two boys and a girl, I’ve chosen the wrong career. Clearly, I should’ve been a psychic.”

Nico laughs for what feels like the millionth time that night. It’s deep and hearty, and she thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever heard.

What a life. What a life. What a life.

#Ice2MeetYou #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nico hischier #nico hischier one shot #nico hischier au #nico hischier x oc #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl one shot #new jersey devils

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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Charles Leclerc smut x reader - part 1

Little bit different from my normal writing, but I’ve been obsessed with f1 atm and can’t seem to shake the thirst for the drivers 😬 so anyway here’s a Charles smut x Vasseur! Daughter. Don’t know if this will hit the target audience but it’s fine!

this hasn’t been proof read so could be kinda shit.

Jenny never had a good relationship with her father, the current principle of Ferrari. He’s brought her to many of the 2023 Grand Prix races in order to bond, however she seems to have turned her efforts elsewhere when she meets a certain driver who can’t seem to keep his eyes off her. Their relationship is forbidden, hidden make out sessions, late night drives, the two are getting closer and closer until neither of them can handle the tension between one another.

“Looks cold.” I commented, half distracted as the Monegasque struggled to lower himself into the ice-bath. Fuck, he was so sexy. My eyes dropped down to Charles’ bare torso, he was so toned, his tan skin was smooth and I wanted to run my hand down there so bad. His chest rose and fell heavily, fast enough to get my imagination racing.

“Probably because it is!” Charles teased back, letting out several gasps that had me turning away in order to rid the dirty thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t control my mind around Charles, we’d been getting closer for the past two months, out of the four we’d known one another. Secret, friendly drives and late night takeaways turned into heated make out sessions in hotel corridors and, tense, sex fuelled texts from one another’s rooms when our hands were the only tools to satisfy our own cravings. If it wasn’t for my dad, Frederic Vasseur, principle of Ferrari, and therefore Charles’ borderline manager- or whatever you wanted to call him- I was positive I’d have had Charles in the way I wanted several times at this point.

Growing up I’d loved attending races, placing in the cars, I enjoyed being around here, but living in England with my mum strained my relationship with my father, my teenage years having interests elsewhere than race tracks and cars. This year, I’d made the effort to follow my dad around and Ferrari, accepting his invitation and staying with my 3 siblings and step-mum. I was glad I did, not only for the family time, but for the fact I’d met Charles. Wondering off, I didn’t really know where to linger, none of my family were here, so I just kinda stood on my phone inside, revealing a text from Charles before I’d seen him outside. Let’s go for a drive tonight?

Smiling, I was quick to text back in agreement before I scrolled up ever so slightly. Sexts. Fuck, intimate, graphic pictures, I ignored my own and glanced over Charles’s, pulling my phone closer to me so nobody could see. Not that there was anybody about. Pictures of his cock, exposed, hidden beneath his boxers, strained under a towel, wrapped in his hand- I had to quickly flick off the chat to control my breathing. How I needed him, so desperately, I’d yet to see him naked in real, I’d yet to touch him. The video he sent me from the night before plagued my mind, the way his breath trembled as he jerked himself off, how he’d spat into his palm, lubricating himself and, how he’d moaned and gasped my name as he came over his bare torso. My stomach churned with butterflies, my hand scraped through my hair, fidgeting as I let out a quick exhale through my nose. I was officially sex deprived. Turning down to my phone, I started texting Charles again, not knowing if he’d see it or not. I really need you

Much to my surprise, he read the message almost instantly. He must be out of his ice-bath already. Why, are you okay??? I physically face palmed at his message, feeling a slight humiliation covet my face. Maybe if I dirty talked in the small amount of French I knew he’d actually take the hint? I don’t mean it like that hahaha

Where are you? I see you

Glancing up from my phone, I noticed the shirtless boy walking towards home, glimpsing behind him to see if anybody followed. “You thought I was hurt?” I giggled when he got closer, biting down on my lip as he placed a hand on my lower back. “I am an idiot.” He laughed, his accent thick. “I know.” I hummed out, gazing up to him as his eyes lingered over me.

He moved down, pressing a kiss to the side of my forehead before his other hand ran over the back of my hip. “This way, my love.” He sweetly spoke as I felt that familiar pulsating in my core. Fuck, I needed him, and I needed him now.

I didn’t ask any questions, I just allowed him to lead me down past the gym and into a small changing room. I could feel my breathing grow heavy, the anticipation of being completely and utterly alone being too much as I spun around as soon as the door was shut. “Charles.” I whispered, a little breathy as I slid my hands over his shoulders, simultaneously clashing our lips together. His hands were still holding my hips, the front now, smoothing over my white summer dress that was maybe a little too short.

“I needed you so bad.” I practically whined, pressing our bodies closer together as his fingers tightened over my hips. “Fuck, in here?!” He whispered, the kiss breaking apart for a second as we stared back to one another with the same wild look in our eyes. “Please.” I hushed, bucking my hips a little into his as his eyes fluttered shut, hearing him let out a small breath. “I thought about you all day in this dress.” Charles muttered, pushing my head back into a bruising kiss. “Mmmh.” I hummed, hungrily against his mouth. “What about?” I giggled, desperate to hear more of his dirty words. My hand smoothed down his front, knowing we didn’t have much time and rested over his lower abdomen. Charles gulped harshly, lips grazing over mine.

“You are a dirty girl, wanting to hear about it all, yes?” He let out a breathless laugh as I giggled, nodding and leaving a second lingering kiss on his mouth. When I retracted, he attempted to move closer again, letting out a noise of discontent when I moved away from the kiss he chased. “Oui.” I teased as he smirked. “Oh, tu veux le faire en français?” I vaguely recognised he was asking if I wanted to do this in French. “Mmmh.” I agreed, feeling one of his hands fall down as he smoothed over the curve of my ass.

Charles lowered his head, dipping it into the crook of my neck as I swallowed, letting out a breathy moan at the sensitivity I felt when he trailed his lips over my exposed skin. “Tu veux entendre parler de toutes les choses sales que j'ai pensé de toi?” He hummed as I simultaneously let out a moan at his French tongue, whispering into my ear. I was entirely too distracted to translate what he was saying. “God.” I gasped out, head lolling back, the tension thick between us as he pressed my hips into his. “Don’t run away.” He borderline tutted, attaching our lips again. This time, the kiss was deep and there was no breaking apart, Charles stumbled back, into the wall, stumbling around as he hummed lowly, running his hands over my back, pinching my ass and pulling it desperately into his already hard front. “I wanted to get up this skirt all…” I felt him wince when he couldn’t think of the word. “Day?” I giggled. “Day.” He breathily laughed, kissing me gently. “Since you sent me those pictures.” His hand reached down to the bare of my leg, smoothing over my thigh and up my skirt.

“So, so sexy.” He hummed, fingers grazing over my core, top to bottom, all the way to the top of my pubic mound, over the slit. My hips bucked at the sensitivity, it had been a while since anybody other than myself had touched there. And now Charles was the one running his fingers over me, my pussy ached for him. I didn’t think I could be patient, Charles and I took a second to glance at once another before he now nudged me back into the wall, the kiss becoming heavy and sloppy as he breathed harshly against my lips, pushing his fingers into my thongs as his rough fingertips rubbed over my wetness, sliding easily against my throbbing clit.

“Si humide, putain, j'ai tellement besoin de toi.” He borderline whimpered as my hand wrapped around his clothed cock. He was rock hard, he felt so big against my small hands, and as I rubbed my hand up and down, Charles’ breathing grew heavier. “I need you too.” I choked out, letting a soft gasp escape my lips when his fingers pressed down harder on my sensitivity. “Fuck.” I whimpered out. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” My head fell against his shoulder as he nudged my face up with his. “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” I nodded, surely, his hand creeping out of my underwear, resting on my exposed hip. “Just take me here, please, we can make up for it later.�� I squeezed the tip of his cock as he choked out a French curse word. “C’mere.” Charles then quickly ushered, lowering himself down onto the bench as I was quick to follow, watching him pull out his cock. He was just as big in real life compared to the numerous pictures and videos he sent me. I wanted to taste him. Just as I was ready to get on my knees his hand stopped me by the elbows.

“Non, non. You wont do that the first time we sleep together.” He insisted, pulling me on top. “I don’t have much time.” Charles admittied, guiding me to climb on top, knees either side of him. It was the first time we’d been in this position, and I could feel myself growing a little red in the cheeks. I’d been so caught up in my sexual desperation, that I didn’t fully realise how exciting and fun this was to do with Charles.

“Are you sure you want to do it in here?” He paused, running a hand over my cheek, some strands of hair catching between his fingers. “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling a little shyly at the vulnerable moment. “I’m on the pill as well. La pilule.” I translated as he nodded, lifting his head to kiss me more gently now. Charles fingers pushed the shoulder of my sleeve slightly, exposing my skin as he pressed a kiss there before spitting in his hand to lubricate himself and angle himself at my entrance.

I gasped at the slight stretch, sinking down slowly on his cock as he let out a sigh, fidgeting a little at the sensation as he smoothed a hand down my back. Fuck. He felt so good- I felt so full. Just how if needed. “That’s good?” He asked me as I nodded. “Yeah.” I squeaked, moving forwards for another kiss as he began moving me up and down with the thrust of his hips, the small noises he was making causing me to gasp out myself. The angle was intense, immediately hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of me as I struggled to remain quiet.

“Oh my god.” Charles hushed against my ear, pressing a kiss to my neck as I whined, gripping at him tighter, I began moving my hips, bouncing on his cock as I started a rhythm that made his eyes roll back into his head. Fuck, he looked so good, I couldn’t speak, I was struggling to hold back my moans, so if I opened my mouth I’d get us into trouble. “So good.” I sobbed against his neck, hiding my face in there. “Oui.” He agreed, strained as he bucked his hips up again, once, twice, three times, before he started fucking me at a much faster rate. “Fuck, like that, fuck me Charles.” I practically sung as he let out a gasp of a moan, my hips jolting forwards.

“Been waiting for this.” He grunted out, pulling my hips down to grind over him. “For so long.” He groaned, dropping his head back as I whined, grinding myself over him. “Fuck.” I choked out as he lifted his head again, watching me with an open mouth. He tensed his jaw, one hand on my shoulder, the other gripping my ass as he began fucking into me. “Tu le veux plus fort?” I moaned out in response, “yes, yes.” I choked, overwhelmed by the pleasure as he continued fucking up into me.

“Needed you for so long, Charles.” I whimpered, forehead resting against his own as he continued bucking up into me, beginning to sweat as he huffed at my words. Now we’d been so deep into our intense love making, I felt all the confidence to begin babbling. “Fuck, I needed you to fuck me like this, watching you touch yourself over me.” Charles let out a much louder groan at my words now, one of his hands slamming on the longer besides us for support. “I can’t.. I can’t, I’m going to cum if you keep talking like that.” Charles paused, breathing heavily as I gasped out from the loss of movement. Instead, I began bouncing my hips up and down, hands resting on his bare torso. “That’s what I want.” I admitted as his eyes squeezed tightly shut for a moment, gripping my flesh harshly. “Baby, baby, baby.” He hushed, pulling my front closer to his. “I want you to cum first. Tu jouis en premier.” He whispered, inhaling sharply with another snap of my hips.

“I’ll finish too fast.” He settled a hand on my hips, freezing my actions as he smiled a little shyly. “Charles?! Charles?!” A man’s voice began echoing as I turned over my shoulder. Charles let out a frustrated sigh, dropping his shoulder against mine. The door was locked. “Yo, Charles you in there?” The man asked as I made direct eye contact with the boy still inside me. No, I needed him, fuck, I didn’t want this to end.

“Can’t I get two minutes alone with you?” Charles muttered, head leaning on my chest now. His hips gyrated the slightest against mine as I let out a quiet sigh, trailing my hands over his shoulders. “Yeah! Just on the phone!” Charles exclaimed. “Oh! Okay, sorry! You’re needed outside, bro!” Charles winced as I went to slide off him, he shook his head, wanting me to stay there, but I dropped to my knees causing him to sit up straighter, stunned by my actions. I smirked up to him, licking a stripe along the bottom of his cock as his jaw dropped.

“I-I’ll be 10 minutes!” He choked out, holding eye contact with him for as long as I could before I sunk my lips down over his erection. I’d wanted to feel him in my mouth for so long.

“Okay, bro, sorry for interrupting!” The man called out again, I think his name was Marcus. “Merde.” Charles muttered maybe a little too loud as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking a little faster now. His hand hovered over the back of my head, resting it there lightly as I felt his whole body tense. My lips ran over his veiny tip, the taste of myself and his precum filled my mouth, edging me on.

“What?” The guy called out again. “Nothing!” Charles exclaimed, miming out a soft, “oh my god.” Biting down on his hand, I glanced up to him before going down as far as possible. He jumped and hunched forwards. He was going to cum, I could feel it, I wanted it.

“Ah, alright man, see you in 10.” The footsteps slowly got quieter as Charles finally sighed out.

“Si bon, Jenny tu es si bon pour moi.” I knew that was him telling me how good I was, fuck, I needed to hear more of his praises as I bobbed my head up and down. His soft breaths soon became heavy and shaky, as he struggled to keep his composure and keep quiet. “Je vais jouir.” He warned, “merde! Baby!” He held his breath, tapping desperately on my cheek, but I didn’t pull off as his whole body seized and began shaking. I moaned against his twitching cock, pulling off just as he spurted his cum everywhere, the breath he was holding coming out as one loud groan, the desperation soon replaced with content as I smoothed my hands over his wet cock. Charles’s hand landed on top of mine as he caressed my fingers that stroked over his dick. That was too good… making him cum for me with my mouth, I’d never done that before.

“Oh, baby!” He moaned out, exhaling and sitting up straighter as he pulled me up, kissing me several times. “You didn’t have to do that.” He breathed, still coming down from his high as I smiled, kissing his cheek. “I wanted to. Plus, you were in a rush.”

“Fuck, you are so good. I owe you big time.” He shook his head, glancing down to the mess we’d both made. “No you don’t.” I swiped my fingers under my lip, cleaning myself up as my pussy still throbbed, I was in pain with the amount of sexual frustration I had. “I do.” Charles nodded firmly, “I want to properly fuck you. For as long as you want.” He shook his head, his words making me groan playfully as he giggled. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Don’t make yourself cum until I can. Tonight.” Charles grabbed my wrist once more as I bit down on my lip. “If I can wait that long.” I eyed him up and down as he slowly eased himself onto his feet. We shared a few sweet kisses before he apologised profusely that he had to leave. I was fine with it, kinda satisfied from the fact we’d finally got to- pretty much fuck. Now all I had to do was wait until tonight without touching myself. Kinda difficult when I’d been worked up to the edge of orgasm by one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen. I wasn’t sure if I could wait that long ….

#Charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #f1 smut

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sturnsreader · 11 months ago

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hickey prank

part 2 of 6

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

you and chris never liked to pull little pranks on each other because you knew it would turn into a huge prank war between you two considering past experiences with pranking each other. but after coming across a tiktok video of a girl doing a hickey prank on her boyfriend you couldn't help but want to try it.

you were laying in your boyfriends bed on a saturday morning, the sun peering through his blinds while scrolling on your phone. your eyes beamed up as you watched chris enter the room. he had on and a black tank top with some shorts. you smiled at him as he set his water bottle on his desk. chris smiled back at you softly as he walked over to you.

“okay, i'm off to the store, mama.”

the boy leaned over you, pressing his palms into the mattress beside your shoulders; his hair slightly touching your forehead. you smiled and placed your phone on your chest then lifted your hands up to the nape of his neck.

“do you want to go?” chris cocked an eyebrow at you, already knowing the obvious answer to his question.

"what do you think?"

“most likely no.”

you giggled as your hands slid down from his neck to the sides of his face as you pulled him down towards your face and gently kissed him as he kissed you back. you wonder sometimes, how am i still so in love with this boy after these years? but then again, you wouldn't change this electric feeling for the world.

chris pulled away from you then kissed your forehead. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as your gaze was softly set on your love.

“do you want anything?”

you thought for a moment then shook your head in response.

“okay. i'll be back in a few, call me if you need anything.” chris pushed himself back up.

“okay, love you.”

“love you too.”

chris grabbed his phone and was about to leave but instead turned around and ran back to you and quickly kissed you once more before leaving. you giggled as you watched him leave the room.

“bye, baby!” chris shouted from the front door.

you continued scrolling through your phone until you came across a tiktok of a girl pranking her boyfriend that she had a hickey. you laughed to yourself then saved the video and sent it to nick with a grin.

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nick

y/n

NICK

should i do this to chris? 😭😭

*link*

nick

LMFAO yesss i'll help

y/n

bet okkk

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you quickly got out of bed and got dressed and put your hair in a ponytail. nick hurried downstairs to chris's room and knocked on the door and you opened the door and invited him in. you two went into chris's bathroom and dug through your makeup.

“okay, so maybe like this eyeshadow?” you held up a pallet of reds and purples next to your neck.

“oh my god it's PERFECT!” nick laughed.

you clapped your hands together and nick searched for a video to help while you dug through your bag of makeup brushes and pulled out a few. nick found a video and took a brush from your hand and you guys chose a spot on your neck and nick lightly started rubbing the eyeshadow onto your neck and blending it out. he mixed reds, purples, and a little bit of gray to really make it stand out. finally, he was done.

“ew, it actually looks real!”

nick fake gagged as you laughed then turned to the bathroom mirror and saw the bruise on your neck. your jaw fell open in shock.

“shit! nick it looks really good!” you turned to him then to the mirror again.

“oh my god, you're gonna make him so mad.”

“i know, i'm a little scared.”

you and nick cleaned up everything then went out to the living room and waited.

“should i keep my hair up?” you asked nick as he took a pepsi from the fridge.

nick studied you for a moment until he spoke. “no, leave it down it's too obvious. it'll look like you're trying to show him.”

you nodded then pulled your ponytail out. a minute later you got a text from chris saying he was on his way home now. you quickly looked up at nick with widened eyes.

“he's on his way home. fuck.” you cupped your mouth with your hand.

“go into his room!” nick shouted then you hurried to chris's room and jumped onto the bed and tried your best to look normal. you moved your hair out of the way a little bit so the hickey was slightly noticeable.

fifteen minutes passed and you heard the front door open and that's when your stomach dropped. then, footsteps coming down the stairs, then before you knew it the door opened and there he was.

“hey, baby i got you some dr pepper because i knew you would’ve wanted something.” chris smiled then put his phone and wallet on his desk.

“hey, babe. did you have a good time?” you asked.

chris nodded and walked over to you and was about to lay down with you when he saw the mark on your neck. his eyes widened in shock at the mark then he met your eyes.

“what the fuck?” chris mumbled then moved your hair to the side. “what did you do while i was gone?”

“what?” you acted confused

“you have a fuckin’ hickey on your neck, y/n!” chris ran a hand through his hair. “where did you go when i was gone?”

“chris! i didn’t go anywhere, relax!” you laughed.

“then what the fuck is that? because it wasn’t there before i left.” chris pointed at the bruise on your neck.

“its just a mark.”

“thats not just a mark, baby, thats a hickey. and it was not from me!” you heard the shakiness in his voice.

you started to feel bad so you frowned then took your fingers and smudged the eyeshadow to show him its makeup. you saw the relief on his face and started to laugh.

“im so sorry, baby.” you laughed then stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

chris sighed and wrapped his arms around your lower waist.

“that wasn’t funny!”

“im sorry!”

you pulled away from the hug and kissed his lips softly “i love you.”

“i love you.” he says as he shuts the door and makes you sit down.

“take your shirt off, mama.” he says softly while kissing your lips.

you pull your shirt off, he takes it and throws it on the floor. he pushes you all the way down on your back using his hands to hover over you, chain dangling over your face.

he kissed all the way down your body and looks up for reassurance that he can go all the way.

“fuck- baby. yes.”

!!!

well that switched up very fast 😏😏

PART TWO IS FINISHEDDDD and im feeling veeeery motivated to finish these ;)))))

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byhees · 1 year ago

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phone reminders.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read — more

a/n. scheduled!

heeseung

would, most definitely, have a picture of you as his lockscreen. he’s so incredibly whipped for you, to the point where he’d switch the photograph for a new one every two days or so, finding all your pictures equally as pretty.

would deliberately leave his phone on tables, such that the screen’s facing the viewer; whenever his device dings with a notification, he’d be reminded of you the moment the screen lights up, heart swelling at the recollection of the photograph’s origin.

jongseong

would have multiple music playlists dedicated to you. there’d be one for nearly every passing occasion; when you’re feeling a little down and under the weather, the feeling of butterflies soaring in his stomach whenever he hears your laughs, the warmth and comfort of being in your embrace.

would regularly text you the link of said playlists, a cute message attached at the bottom; “hope this makes your day, love!” written, a keyboard heart typed beside it.

jaeyun

would have a note centred around all the little details about you— things you fancy, things you don’t quite fancy. he jots them down for future gifts and presents, especially for special dates such as your anniversary— which he’s noted in his calendars app, the date nicely filled up with keyboard smashes and little kaomojis.

would probably note down future date spots, such as cafes, museums, vice versa; watches a ton of ‘place review’ videos, and writes down ones that catch his eye; will store this note nicely in his notepad app, not wanting to ruin the surprise element for you.

sunghoon

would have a widget slideshow with your couple pictures; keeps it nicely in his homescreen. would briefly scroll through the images at least twice a day, relishing the moments. would use a very inconspicuous picture as the front cover, not wanting you to tease him for the lovesick gesture.

would tuck his phone in his pocket, ready to whip it out for endless photo bursts; would brush off the very serious photo-taking stance as scenery admiring— definitely smiles a tad too hard at his phone when looking back at the photos, finding the blurred depiction of your little curious expression, cute.

seonwoo

would have a huge photo album dedicated to you. he’d be so neat about it too, arranging your pictures nicely according to the date; would have a few favourites amongst the many, often revisiting those few whenever he misses you a ton.

would have a bunch of low quality pictures as well; when he’s out-and-about, spending time with you, photographs may not be of the best quality, given his pure excitement. would have a random picture with a smidgin of your face peeking into frame— would still keep it nice and snug in his little album.

jungwon

would have matching phone accessories; pop-sockets of cartoon characters, phone charms of your favourite colours, small animal stickers pasted messily over your phone cases. would make it a point to purchase two stickers every date-day, sticking them onto your respective cases by the end of the day.

would probably fiddle with the small accessories, hands absentmindedly extending and closing the pop-socket on the back of his phone, fingers subconsciously twirling the dangling bead chain; would flip his phone to the back, eyes softly scanning the random assortment of stickers, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

riki

would have a bunch of audio recordings saved in his phone; has recordings that are ten seconds or less— they’re mostly just of you reenacting short clips of cartoons and animations, as per his very insistent requests; he likes replaying them whenever he misses you, your voice soothing his heart instantly— a bonus when there’s a little giggle hidden amidst the voice-acting.

would suggest using voice chats to message; whenever he hears you speak, his heart flutters a little— it might even skip a beat. hearing your raw voice, and your pure laughter, heals him so much; he’d shamelessly retrace every conversation during his pastime, pressing on every one of your voice messages.

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @crxzs @alyszaen @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sona-verse01 networks! @kflixnet @enhanet @k-labels

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gimmeyourlovepls · 1 year ago

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Trapped

paring: earth 42! miles morales x reader

warning: cheating, gaslighting, basically not a cute fic

summary: you find out miles is cheating on you, and with a heavy heart, decide to leave him, but he's not letting you go.

a/n: hey! sorry this is the first thing im contributing to this fandom, i have a really long story in my drafts that im still working onnnnn this piece of work is inspired by a fic i either saw on here or ao3, pls tell me if u find it so i can credit them ;-;

Cariño = Honey

¿Entiendo? = Got it?

"Thanks for coming, have a nice day!" The cahier said as you walked out of a bakery with a box full of cupcakes, along with some chocolates and other snacks you bought earlier. You were basically bouncing with joy, a massive grin present on your face.

Today was you and Miles' 2 year anniversary, and although there had been a couple of bumps on the way, you were happy that both of you were still together. You looked at your phone to check the time and saw that Miles texted you back.

Mi amor <3

You: happy anniversary!

You: i have a surprise for you but its not ready yet

You: I'll text you when its done then you can come over <3

Mi amor <3: aight see you soon princessa

Giggling, you walked over to Miles' apartment building and walked through the hallway towards his room, already searching through your pocket for the extra key he gave you in your bag. As soon as you found it, you opened the door as quiet as you possible could, which was hard as hell with all the stuff you were holding.

You pushed the door open with your feet and walked slowly, and it seemed like Miles didn't hear, you, because you heard no footsteps coming for you. Putting your stuff down on a couch, you walked around trying to find him.

As you neared his room, you started to hear noises that sounded like Miles and something else, you couldn't really tell. You still wanted to surprise him through, so you slowly pulled open the door.

"Miles please..." A girl who had never seen before was on YOUR man's lap, pressing kisses on his face and slightly grinding against him. "Calm down, cariño, I'll take good care of you soon," he said as he held that girl's hips and grinded her hips down with a groan.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you brought your hands over your mouth. You slowly walked backwards and slammed his door, knowing he would be able to tell he got caught, grabbing all your stuff, leaving his extra key that he gave you on a table and running.

Your legs carried you all the way home, though it was a far distance. You couldn't even feel the burn with how sad you were. As soon as you got to your house, you locked all the windows and doors, knowing Miles would try and get in. You just wanted to lay in bed and cry, but you knew you had one more thing to do.

Mi amor <3

You: dont fucking text me anymore, be happy with that girl.

You: by the way, happy anniversary :)

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Scrolling on your phone, feeling sorry for yourself, and eating the snacks meant for you and your now ex was not how you thought your night would go, but the occasional funny video made up for it. You changed out of your nice outfit and wore your most comfortable pajamas (apart from Miles' shirts), stuffing chips into your mouth when you heard banging on your window. Your mom was home and asleep, but she wasn't that heavy of a sleeper, so you went to your window and pulled back the curtains.

"Ugh," you groaned as you saw who was standing behind the glass-pane. "I'm gonna keep knocking if you don't let me in." His voice was muffled, but you understood enough to unlock and open the window for him.

"Hey look-" He started, but you were NOT listening to his BS. "No Miles, you look. I have dealt with you for the past TWO years. Every time you have stared, flirted, or even made out with another girl, I have ignored it and forgiven you. I have NEVER cheated on you, I have even ignored all my male friends for you because you get so jealous. I'm tired Miles, and I can't with you. Please leave."

"Cariño-" Miles pleaded with you. "Don't call me that. That's what you called that girl you were smooching earlier. Go back to her and never talk to me again." You started pushing him towards the window, desperate for him to leave before you either started crying or beating the crap out of him.

"No, we aren't doing this shit." He pushed you backward until your back was against the bedroom door. "Miles, don't-" Your insults dissolved into air as he started to kiss you, the way he did at the beginning of your relationship, when you thought he still loved you. "I ain't leaving you, and there is no way your leaving me, ¿entiendo?"

You wanted to say no, but your heart still longed for him desperately, so you melted into his touch. He noticed your response and pulled back to pull you into a passionate kiss.

It didn't matter what you did, you were trapped, and Miles certainy wasn't letting go.

hey yall i was feeling silly and decided to writeeeeee hope u at least semi enjoyed it and that u have a good day/night :))))

(also if ur waiting for a part two, dont hold your breath, im literally having the worst writers block ever and can not. HOWEVER, if you have requests, please send them in so i can write thank youuuuuuuuu!)

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hi hi !! i’ve been reading ur works and i looove ur writing style <3 is it okay to request a svt reacting to reader who studies past their bedtime ? tysm :))

svt when you stay up too late to study

a/n: i LOVE this request! thank you for sending it in! and WEHEYYY this is just in time for finals week LOL (really force-finished this today to get this out this week)

for context i'm writing this as an established relationship scenario and as if the reader is in college!

seungcheol:

✰ seungcheol has a day off during his tour and he just lets himself scroll around on his phone as he rests in his hotel room

✰ he's on the other side of the world and he's tempted to call you, but he knows that it's late where you are

✰ what catches his attention is when your activity status says that you're online

✰ hey, baby isn't it late over there? he asks, not without telling you he misses you though

✰ aw i miss you too cheol, i'm just studying

✰ at 2??? (he checked the time) you know you need to get sleep too right >:(

✰ you chuckle knowing that his eyebrows are probably knitted together the way they do when he gets concerned

✰ yeah i just wanted to look over a couple chapters though, you reply

✰ a few chapters or half the textbook ?

✰ just chapters 4-11!

✰ baby that's not a few! you're gonna end up sleepy in class tomorrow and that's not good

✰ you're pouting aren't you? you text, but decide to facetime him before he could respond

✰ he answers with his scrunched eyebrows and his face hilariously close to the screen. but his features soften when he sees you smiling at him

✰ "you should probably go to bed"

✰ "and you need to stop frowning before you start getting wrinkles" you comeback, giggling as offense takes over his expression

✰ "hey! i'm just being concerned!" he whines

✰ "okay!" you laugh, "i was starting to fall asleep anyway, so will you stop being mr. grumpy?"

✰ "maybe" he concedes, "you should take care of yourself, y/n"

✰ "i will" you assure him, "i'm excited for when you get back"

✰ he's finally smiling, "can't wait to see you again, i really do miss you"

jeonghan:

✰ you don’t even realize it as it’s happening, you just thought your lovely boyfriend was keeping you company

✰ but to him it’s nearly 2:30 in the morning and this can’t be good for you

✰ slowly he starts to put your things away for you - he picks up your various highlighters and puts them away in your pencil case

✰ then he’s putting away papers that you haven’t touched in the last hour back into their respective folders

✰ he’s dimming/shutting the lights in the other parts of your apartment (he’s really mimicking a store during closing time LOL)

✰ your eyebrows are close together as you focus on this video when you feel your pen lightly snatched from your hand

✰ pausing your video, you finally see how all of your things are mostly put away

✰ “wow would you look at that, you’re ready to sleep huh?” jeonghan announces

✰ “where’d you put everything-” you begin, getting ready to take some stuff out again when he lightly grabs your hand

✰ “baby, it’s late,” he tells you, “you know your brain has to rest to absorb everything, right?”

✰ you sigh but agree, your eyes do feel like they’re starting to strain, so you pack up your last notebook, "you win this time, mr. yoon" you tell him

✰ "mhm" he hums, internally rejoicing because he's a bit tired too

joshua:

✰ notices that you're social media says that you're still active even though both of you said goodnight a couple hours ago

✰ you're still up? he asks. after a few moments, he sees that you're typing a response

✰ yeah, i just wanted to go over these chapters before i went to bed

✰ your exam is tomorrow, right? you know it won't be good if you're tired when you actually take it, all your studying might go to waste

✰ i'm just stressed that i won't remember it all

✰ darling, you've been studying so hard the last few weeks, you'll do well he assures

✰ but i should probably look over this last chapter

✰ baby it might be hard to read the question if you're sleepy, you know what you know by this point... and cramming might just make you confused too!

✰ you seem very passionate about this lol you replied, seeing how rapidly his messages followed each other

✰ i'm passionate when it comes to you ofc, so is this goodnight for real this time?

✰ yeah i guess so you give in, goodnight joshy and thanks for always taking care of me <3

✰ goodnight my love <33

jun:

✰ jun noticed that you were slightly panic studying deep into the night for one of your finals. you ran your hand through your hair frustratedly as you reread your textbook, mouth mumbling as you tried to memorize it

✰ it was nearing 3 am and he was a bit worried about you being so tired and stressed

✰ "baby it's late" he says carefully, "don't you feel tired?"

✰ "jun i can't remember any of this" you whimpered, "i think i'm gonna fail tomorrow"

✰ immediately, he's pulling a chair to sit next to you, "hey, you don't know that for sure, so don't swell on it too much right now, hm?"

✰ he's taking your hand gently in both of his, lightly pressing his thumbs into your palm to massage it and slightly soothe your mind

✰ "you know" he starts, "we can't guarantee that you'll fail, and we won't hope for it either. just try your best first, and we'll wait for the results and just go from there, okay?"

✰ you nodded, appreciating his words. "oh, it's already this late?" you realized as soon as you glanced at the clock

✰ "it is" he confirmed, "and you seem tired, baby.. maybe let's go to bed?"

✰ "let's do that" you agree

hoshi:

✰ stays up with you too, but he gets bored and tired and doesn't want to go to bed without you

✰ hoshi pulls his chair next to yours just to fold in half and lay his head on your lap

✰ won't stop you from studying necessarily but this action does manage to guilt you into pausing for the night. afterall, your test isn't for another week and you should probably rest

✰ your baby in your lap has already dozed off in the few minutes it took you to decide to call it a night

✰ "soonyoung, soonyoung?" you say softly, tapping his shoulder, "let's go to bed, hm?"

✰ he sits up and looks so adorably sleepy that you peck his lips, making his smile a very sleepy smile, "okay, baby" (he's a little extra cuddly that night)

wonwoo:

✰ as a former certified ipad kid, he just props up his ipad and watches a series (with earbuds in) on one side of the table as you continue to study

✰ he doesn't want to tell you to stop studying necessarily because you're actually doing something productive, so he decides that he'll also just keep you company

✰ the thing is, both of you lose track of time, you're 4 chapters into your textbook and he's 5 episodes into his latest show

✰ suddenly, the sun is starting to rise and both of you have very prominent eye bags

✰ "oh wow" you say, noticing how the city is slowly waking up

✰ wonwoo rubs his eyes tiredly, "i think both of us should've rested a while ago"

✰ "huh, we probably should've" you agree, "sorry if you stayed up just to stay in here with me"

✰ he waves at your apology, "no, it's okay, it was my choice to keep you company." for a moment the two of you sit in silence while orange hues start to fill up the sky

✰ "are you hungry?" he asks, "places are probably going to start opening soon so we could get breakfast... we don't get to do this too much lately"

✰ "yeah i'm a little hungry after all that reading" you smile

✰ the two of you end up going outside in your pajamas, just throwing on some hoodies because few people are up at this hour anyway. you get breakfast at a nearby coffee shop, very cozy in your pajamas for a relaxed meal :)

woozi:

✰ he's checking his phone as he gets ready to leave the studio and he notices that you're up because you posted a story of your desk filled with study materials a few minutes ago. he decides to call you

✰ "why are you up so late?"

✰ "why are you still up?" you counter, knowing that woozi can't be someone to lecture you about this lol

✰ for a moment he's taken aback. "i'm just leaving the studio"

✰ "and i'm just studying"

✰ there's silence on the line as he tries to come up with what to say

✰ "you can't be one to talk about staying up late, jihoon" you tease

✰ "well i just care about you" he says softly, and this melts your heart

✰ "how 'bout this," you wager, "i'll try to start sleeping earlier if you do too, you need some kind of rest too"

✰ "we could work that out" he agrees

dokyeom:

✰ did try to convince you to maybe take a rest around 10 pm but you promised you only had one more thing to do

✰ he can't seem to convince you to come to bed so he stays with you in the kitchen as you have your notes and materials splayed out on the table

✰ he stays quiet to let you focus. eventually he starts watching something on his phone (with earbuds in of course)

✰ he leans his head down on the table on top of one of his arms as he watches some videos, but he finds his eyes drooping at some point and just fully passes out LOL

✰ you're so caught up in your groove that you only notice him half an hour later

✰ when you check the time, it's past midnight and you feel a little bad that he had to fall asleep in this position. while he looks as adorable as ever with his face so peaceful, hair just lightly covering his forehead, and his lips slightly parted

✰ so you close your laptop and put your things away without waking him up too abruptly

✰ gently, you shake his shoulder, "'kyeomie, let's go to bed?"

✰ he stirs for a moment, slowly remembering where he is as he wakes up and nods

✰ when you two settle into bed, he pulls you into his chest, a little clingier than usual, resting his chin on top of your head

✰ "you know you can't keep staying up like this, even if it is to study" he mumbles, voice groggy, "'ts not good for you"

✰ you laugh, but wrap your arm around his waist, "oh yeah?"

✰ "i'm really gonna put my foot down.." he mumbles and you can tell he's falling asleep again

✰ "okay" you giggle, giving him a squeeze where he only hums back in response (he's very tired)

mingyu:

✰ you told him to go to bed and that you'd be there in a couple minutes

✰ mingyu himself has had a long day, so he was looking forward to cuddling with you. but he was also incredibly tired so he accidentally fell asleep within minutes of his head touching his pillow

✰ he only wakes up in the middle of the night because he's grasping for you and and his hands can't find you

✰ blinking awake, he notices that you're actually not in bed, and that the lights are still on. checking the bedside clock, it's in fact 4 am

✰ groggily, mingyu gets out of bed to find you studying in the kitchen. "baby" his voice is raspy with sleep and has a slight whine in it, "why aren't you in bed yet?"

✰ "i'll be there in a couple minutes... what time is it, anyway-"

✰ "it's 4 am" he interrupts, "youknowiwantedtocuddleyoutonight." he's pouting and your heart squeezes at this very tall but soft man in your kitchen. his hair is disheveled from bed too, making him that much cuter

✰ "okay" you say, closing your laptop. "sorry i didn't realize how much time passed, 'gyu"

✰ he grumbles something you can't quite hear, but he doesn't avoid your hand that reaches for his. he doesn't avoid you coming into his arms in bed either, instead he pulls you a little closer, already starting to fall asleep again but even better knowing that you're there

✰ "is it still possible to make up those cuddles you missed?"

✰ "you can make up some, but you owe me more tomorrow" he mumbles, "you're in debt" (you chuckled but he's very serious)

minghao:

✰ why do i feel like he purposefully gives you a cup of tea while you’re up late

✰ it’s a sweet gesture on its own but he also knows that tea warms you up and the cozy feeling is perfect for dozing off (not that you’d have any problem falling asleep at this hour anyway)

✰ it's chilly in your kitchen where you're studying too, so hao comes in a couple minutes later to drape a cardigan across your shoulders too, patting your head as he walks away to leave you to your studies

✰ his plan goes a little too well because the tea and the cardigan essentially serving as a blanket makes your eyes droop as you read your textbook

✰ during his hourly check-ins with you, he finds you asleep with your head resting on your textbook

✰ "honey, come to bed" he says softly, lightly shaking your shoulder to wake you up, "cmon, you fell asleep already"

✰ he helps guide you to bed where you proceed to pass out again LOL

✰ (bonus: before going to bed himself, he organizes your stuff on the table a bit so you won't be overwhelmed the next morning)

seungkwan:

✰ he’s very appalled to discover that your activity status says you were online 2 hours ago - he’s seeing this at 7 am

✰ he almost instinctively calls you before he realizes that you probably just started sleeping recently

✰ sends a text with angry emojis: we’re gonna have a talk once you’re fully rested 😡😤

✰ comes over when you do finally wake up in the afternoon

✰ “tsk, i don’t know what i’m gonna do with you” he tuts as he walks in

✰ “it’s good to see you babyy” you say, wrapping your arms around his middle as he takes out the food he brought

✰ “your cuteness won’t work today!” he scolds, even going so far as to shield you from his vision with one hand, “i’m not gonna get distracted today!” (he’s definitely either lying or fighting for his life to not give in to you

✰ "why are you so grouchy today" you chuckled, ruffling his hair

✰ "because someone here won't take care of themself" he counters, only leaving you to look confused. when he sees your expression he continues, "you need to sleep you know!"

✰ finally, it clicks. "ah, okay that's why you're like this today"

✰ "yeah, that's why!" he's frowning so cutely even though he's trying to be mad

✰ "it's just for finals week" you assure him, "it's the last stretch of classes, you know? one all-nighter or two won't kill me"

✰ he sighs, "it won't kill you but it's still not good for you to do. do you need help studying? or keeping track of time? i can move things in my schedule around to help you-" he begins

✰ you cup his cheek, "seungkwan, you trust me, right? i promise i won't sleep this late all the time, but you gotta cut me some slack for finals season"

✰ "just promise you'll sleep at a good hour when your finals wrap up, okay?" he gives in, holding up a pinky

✰ "promise" you agree, completing the pinky promise

✰ he softens, "will you let me know what day your last exam is? let me treat you for working so hard"

vernon:

✰ the same day you were up late he coincidentally had a late night practice. when he sent you a clip of one of their new dances, he didn't actually expect you to reply until the next morning

✰ looks cool so far! you sent

✰ oh you're up? what are you doing so late?

✰ studying and taking notes ~ exams are coming up

✰ ohh i guess it is exam season. i'm coming over by the way he told you, he did this sometimes after work

✰ an idea pops up in his head. before stopping by your apartment, he searches up "good brain food for studying" and buys a couple seemingly random snacks from a convenience store

✰ he comes into your apartment and even gives you a little haul of what he bought. "so i checked and apparently these are good for you to eat when you're studying"

✰ one by one, he lays out his goods on the table: an orange, a lemon, a bag of assorted nuts, and a bar of dark chocolate.

✰ "honestly i don't know how accurate the website i checked was, but you know, maybe these could help?" he wonders

✰ you chuckle but hug him as a thank you anyway

✰ but in the middle of the hug he realizes that the convenience store was the only place open because it was so late. "wait, isn't sleep also good for studying?"

✰ you pull your head back, "it is"

✰ "how about you eat the study food tomorrow?" he offers

✰ "do you wanna go to bed?" you ask, and he's nodding. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired from practice

✰ he leaves early the next morning because he has a relatively busy schedule, but he's happy when you send him a picture of you enjoying the single orange with your breakfast. he's happy when you send another picture later in the day of you using the lemon for your tea too

dino:

✰ wagers with you to go bed

✰ he adores that you're so studious but it can't be healthy staying up so late

✰ stands next to you while you're sitting and holds his hand out, motioning for you to hand him your flashcards

✰ "let me quiz you and if you get most of it right, you go to sleep"

✰ you chuckle but hand your stack of cards to him

✰ "how many are these?" he wonders out loud, glancing at a bunch of terms he doesn't understand

✰ "50?"

✰ "50!" he exclaims, "okay, okay i'll start now" he decides, but not without an encouragement of "you know all of this"

✰ by the 20th term, you've only gotten 1 wrong and chan is getting more and more excited with each term you remember correctly. his eyes bounce back and forth from the index card in his hand to your face, unable to control his nodding as you gradually say your explanation

✰ you pause here and there as you take time to think, but you still get everything right in the end

✰ "yes... yes... yes! that's right!" he cheers, "my y/n is so smart!" even standing up from his seat in his fervor. with his joy, you feel yourself getting more confident in your answers too

✰ by the last card, you've only gotten 3 wrong, but even so, you were only missing a bullet point or two. chan can't help but hug you at the end since he's so proud of you and the two of you get to sleep now

✰ walks to your bedroom with an arm around your waist. then even as you two lay together, he gives you a hug, "you did so well"

reminder: to those taking finals this week or in upcoming weeks, remember to try to get enough sleep and to eat well and stay hydrated! it's tough times but it's still important to take care of yourself <3 tests are important but so is your body!

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