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[bivwifeybunny]

I here by request Foolish fluff that can allude to smut!

Maybe reader has a headache and Foolish ends stream early to comfort her and she starts feeling better and then things lead into the bedroom..

(Also may I have permission to write the smut part? Like you put out the fluff and then I give the part 2 that’s smut 👀)

My Special Girl

Pairing(s): Foolish x reader

Warning(s): Cursing, alluded smut (actual smut in the part 2 hehehe 🤭), mostly just fluff tho

A/N: RAHHH I'm finally posting a fic after.... uhhh idk but a LONG time. haha... yeah sorry about that. but HEY it's a foolish fic and that's something new. shrimpy here convinced me to start writing for him (it wasn't hard since i cant say no to shrimpy lmao) but yeah, this is a little collab I did with her. so as said in the ask, she wrote part 2 with the actual smut. I loved writing this and working with her honestly. she helped with a couple questions I had and was really patient with me (i took 11 days to finish this lol rip) so would def do again. also my first collab? im so excited for y'all to read this. anyways this is getting long, enjoy and the link for part two is at the end.

You already felt it coming on. The tension building behind your eyes and the strain forming at your temples. But you’d be cruel to deny him when he looked at you with that cute pout. So you walked off, popped an ibuprofen and came back, sitting next to him as you watched him play some Minecraft.

However, the ibuprofen was definitely not enough. Thanks to his bright ass lights, the less than cozy screaming and yelling, and the eye strain from staring at the monitors, your headache began to worsen.

“I thought Minecraft was supposed to be a relaxing game.” You groaned, eyes squinted as you struggled to keep up with the pvp he was doing.

“Maybe it could be, if Richarlyson wasn’t being such a little bITCH!” Foolish screamed, resulting in another wince from you. His fingers darted around, clicking away as he chased after the little pixelated egg.

And then came the barking.

The back and forth, screaming, barking, with the added touch of his way too bright lights and the blue light from the monitors made you groan again. You leaned your head down, your hand covering your eyes, trying to find some relief. He was so excited to show you his progress on the titan, and you promised you’d at least stay long enough to see it, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.

Luckily though, most of the screaming and barking stopped when Richas made a strategic retreat and teleported away. So you were able to look back at the monitor when he called your name.

“Okay, finally. Alright, alright, look.” Foolish grinned as he warped over to his titan build and began to glide over to it. “Now, I’m obviously not completely done but I’m so close, and I only really have- No, no, nO, NO!” He whined as a creeper dropped down next to him and exploded, ruining a part of the hand.

And unfortunately for you, that note struck the wrong cord and the pounding in your head grew past your limit. “Foolish, I’m gonna go lay down, okay?” You whispered, not only because of the throbbing in your head but also so his chat wouldn’t hear. You hurried off screen, heading back into his bedroom and crawling into bed after ensuring all the lights were off. You tossed the blankets over your head and buried your face into the cool pillow, hoping it’d ease the pain.

Meanwhile, as soon as you left, the doozers were all spamming things like “what happened to ___?”, “i dont think they were feeling well”, “they had their head down earlier”, “are they okay?” and so on.

Foolish, however, didn’t even glance at chat as he hurried off of Minecraft. “I think I’m gonna call it a day, guys. Sorry this was a shorter stream than usual.” He apologized for his 3 hour stream before quickly ending.

As soon as he was sure he ended, he rushed over to his room. He frowned at the dark room and the faint outline of your body curled up under the blankets. “Baby?” He called out quietly, climbing onto the bed next to you. He leaned over, propped up on his elbow and gently drew back the blankets. “What’s wrong?”

“Head hurts.” You muttered, eyes still shut tightly, jaw clenched.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” He whispered softly, turning you to face him before rubbing his thumbs over your eyebrows, a silent instruction to relax from your tense position. “Should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have asked you to come on stream if I’d known you weren’t feeling good. Did you take anything to help it?”

“Just ibuprofen but’s not working.” You answered, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh, making him smile.

“Well, here. Why don't we try a bit of this?” Foolish mumbled, pulling you on top of him. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, to which you muttered, “My temples ‘nd behind my eyes,” snuggling into his warmth. He nodded, moving his hands to your head and beginning to massage your temples gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed in relief, relaxing your stiff position even more as he rubbed away all the tension, humming in a soothing, soft tone. You stayed like that for a while, letting Foolish work his magic while you cuddled him close.

After a little while he kissed your head again and moved his hands away, hugging you instead. “Feel any better?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiled softly. “And I hope you know I’m going to absolutely clowned on by chat tomorrow and it’s all your fault.” He teased with a playful smirk.

“I say it’s worth it. They already get to spend way too much time with you as is. It’s about time I stole you away from them for a little while.” You laughed, lifting your head to look up at him before smirking. “But if you really want me to make it up to you, I have an idea in mind I’m sure you’d like.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” Foolish giggled excitedly, meeting you halfway when you leaned up to kiss him. “Don’t mind if I do…” He smirked into the kiss, flipping you over. “But since my baby was hurting, why don’t you let me take care of you?”

Part 2 :D by @mentallyillcrustacean

Taglist: @jordyncandy @foxilia @lacunaanonymoused @remiwastaken

Foolish taglist: none yet :)

[bivwifeybunny]

AHHHHH R YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD THIS IS SO CUTE <333 nervous/shy!sap is now my favorite of all time <33 the way you wrote it was so cute and adorable and i love how you portrayed the group's dynamics it was so goofy and sweet and i love your writing so much i hold them all so dearly to my heart :)))

me @ u

hiiii could u pls write a cute fic of a highschool au w sapnap and ur like his highschool crush but he’s too nervous to talk to you? and all his friends are telling him to do it? Idk how it would end maybe by him finally confessing somehow 🥺🫶

Never Too Late - Sapnap x Reader Imagine

note: thanks so much for the submission anon! this turned out way longer than i intended (and could be categorized as more of a comedy than a romance) but i still hope you like how it turned out. a little of a slow burn ig, with a sprinkle of angst? let the record show I wrote a good majority of this pic long before finding out abt the dream allegations. moving forward, the statement i made previously regarding the situation will apply, thx!

pairing(s): shy!hs!sapnap x hs!crush!gn!reader

warning(s): high school bs amongst high school boys, clumsy/shy sapnap, the use of everybody's real names, gender neutral pronouns but fem!presenting reader (kinda)

wc: 2.7k

summary: just when nick thinks he's too late to land his dream girl for senior prom, his four friends step in as his wingmen...shenanigans ensue

“Oh no,” Clay groans through a bite of his pepperoni pizza, “we lost him again.” George perks up from beside him and guides his brown eyes to his classmate across the table, who is on the verge of drooling. Nick’s chin is resting against the palm of his hand, pink lips separated in awe as he admires the person a few tables over with doe eyes.

“Again? We just snapped him out of it literally two minutes ago,” scoffs George. This earns a small giggle from Karl, who is sitting to Nick’s right. 

“That was when Y/N went to the restroom literally two minutes ago.” The final part of his sentence is said with a sloppy English accent. George’s eyes harden into a glare, and he restrains himself from kicking Karl’s shin beneath the table. “But it seems like they’re back in their seat now.”

“Alright, Luke, you know the drill.” Clay alerts his friend, sitting to Sapnap’s left. Without hesitation, the dirty blonde delivers an affirmative nod before downing the remainder of his soda can and unleashing a loud belch in his friend’s face. The rest of the table’s patrons recoil in disgust at the noise, but it’s clear Nick receives the worst of it as he scrunches his nose and musters to swallow down a gag.

“Ugh, dude!” Removing the black ball cap previously shielding his unruly locks, he waves it frantically in front of his nose to rid of the putrid smell. Luke only chuckles from beside him with a mischievous smirk. 

“Be glad it isn’t Taco Tuesday, or you would have been hearing from my other end.” Nick dismisses the half-hearted threat and readjusts the hat on his head.

“My guy, you have got to quit staring at them, it’s getting creepy.” Karl hisses. 

“No, it’s been creepy since–oh, I don’t know, sophomore year?” Clay speculates while folding his arms. Nick grumbles something beneath his breath that is barely heard over George’s sputtering laughs. 

“Sophomore? What’s stopped you from asking them out for three years?” He then gasps, locking his eyes with Nick. “Is it a forbidden romance? Are you both wanting different things? Do you have a dark secret?” He whispers the last question in an interrogating tone. 

“Calm down, Sherlock.” Luke raises a defensive hand, assuring George that “it isn’t that serious of a situation.” 

“Thank you.” Says Nick.

“Dude just lacks guts.” 

“Did I say ‘thank you'? I meant ‘you suck’.” Clay sighs from across the table, before smacking his hands on the polished oak wood.

“Luke is right, man. At first, I was supportive of the whole thing, but now it’s just sad. You have to tell her how you feel if you want this to go anywhere,” he advises. 

“I’m just waiting for the right time. It hasn’t come yet.” The brunette folds his arms defensively. 

“Prom is next weekend, this isn’t just the right time–it’s perfect!” Karl interjects. “I mean after this we’re all graduating and heading to college anyways. What have you got to lose?” 

“His pride, dignity, reputation–oof!” Luke grunts from across the table as George delivers a swift kick to his shin. 

“I think you should go for it. You two could grow old together, sharing stories in the tram about being “secondary school sweethearts” and reminisce over cups of earl gray tea–” 

“Help.” Karl hisses loudly, “the transfer is forgetting he’s in America again.” George’s cold glare returns, this time aimed at Karl, who lifts his sweater-clad arms in the air as a sign of surrender.

“You know what? You guys are right. There’s no time better than the present, huh?” But as he is attempting to encourage himself, he can feel his hands turn clammy and a thin line of perspiration coat his forehead; he swears his throat is closing up; this might be the early signs of a panic attack or his half-eaten slice of pizza threatening to come back up. Nick ponders both possibilities, but wills himself to ignore all of the above factors. His friends encouraging him to stand from his seat and waltz over to his crush did boost his optimism slightly. When his first footstep hits the linoleum floor, though, his throat feels barren of any air at all. 

“Nick?” Clay’s voice sounds garbled behind him as he freezes in his stance. Your eyes lock with his, enchanting him with their gleam to complement the inviting smile gracing your lips. The love-struck boy retreats to his chair amid a stumble, almost falling backward as he tries to catch his breath. 

“I can’t do it.” He shakes his head. “No way.” 

“What happened?” Karl insists. 

“They looked at me.” 

The remainder of the table’s patrons collectively groans, knowing this will be a more strenuous mission than initially thought. 

“That’s…that’s alright.” Clay assures after a few moments of silence. “We just need a better plan. Let’s all meet in the library after school and figure something out.” The shrill bell ushers students to their next class in a post-lunch haze, with the same group releasing similar groans to moments before.

“Wasted a good pep talk for nothing,” sighs Karl. 

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“Alright,” Nick slings his backpack over one of the ears of his chair, before slumping into his seat. “What’s your brilliant plan, Clay?” 

“Oh no,” his friend chuckles and shakes his head, “it’s not that easy.” 

“What do you mean?” Nick inquires with a clear hesitance in his voice. 

“To ensure this plan will work, we have to make sure you’ll be able to approach your crush and talk to them without chickening out.” 

“It’s kind of a vital part of the plan,” George adds in a whisper. Karl, who is standing beside him, nods his head encouragingly. Sapnap cranes his neck to scan the other patrons of the library with furrowed brows. 

“Where’s Luke?” 

“Hmm, not sure. Why don’t you go ask that person over there?” Sapnap turns his gaze in the direction of Clay’s index finger and cringes at the sight of his friend’s muscular, hairy legs poking out beneath the skirt of a gingham blue dress. 

“No. Absolutely not.” He refuses, folding his arms. Like a shock to the system, Nick is sputtering and wiping away his face when the feeling of cold water douses his skin. 

“What the hell?” He hisses, blinking the droplets off his lashes to reveal Karl with a spray bottle. 

“It’s called aversion therapy. To break a bad habit, we must link it to something unpleasant. Anytime you try avoiding asking ‘Y/N’ out, we spray you.”

“Glad to see that D in Psychology is paying off.” Nick snorts with an overdramatized roll of his eyes. Karl sprays him again without wasting a beat. 

“No being mean to your wingmen.” The curly-haired boy scolds.

“Come on, Sap.” George encourages. “If anything, Luke’s gonna have the worst of it. He has to say yes to a date with you.” The Brit snickers. Karl’s giggles join in the mix before both boys are quieted by Clay’s steel glare. 

“For the record, we drew straws.” Luke hisses, folding his arms. The ruffled sleeves of the dress they undoubtedly “borrowed” from the prop closet of the school’s drama class were one flex away from tearing at the seams.

“Just pretend for our sake.” Clay pleads earnestly.

“Fine.” Mutters Nick, who approaches Luke whilst keeping his eyes trained on the shoulder-length blonde hair with a small smirk.

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hey, Nick.” In an attempt to “sell” his role, Luke raises his voice a couple of octaves higher. “Anything you wanna ask me?” He clasps his hands together, batting his eyelashes.

“Actually, yes…” Nick firmly plants his feet on the library’s carpet, piquing the attention of his friends watching nearby. All too quickly though, his serious expression is being washed away by a muffled cackle against his hand. 

“Where’d you get the dress, Dorothy?” 

Luke’s eyes met Karl’s instantly, who already had a finger on the trigger of the spray bottle and a searing glower on Nick.

“ACK!”

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“Okay, how’s this sound?” Nick’s hands raise his unused history notebook to be level with his eyes as he reads, “roses are red, violets are blue—“

A harsh noise, imitating that of a buzzer leaves Karl’s mouth, cueing a sigh of aggravation passes through Nick’s lips. At this point, he regrets following through with this plan of Clay’s. Much like days before, the food on his lunch tray remains half-eaten to focus on more important things��like how you’ve chosen to style your hair today, or his friends’ less than valuable advice. 

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I didn’t need to, it’s the corniest poem of all time. How was it gonna end? I was made to go to prom with you?” Karl mocks him by projecting a deep voice. 

“No,” bites Nick, who stares back down at his sloppily written poem, reading verbatim what Karl had suggested. The notebook is discarded to the side without another comment from him. “What then? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not an expert on promposals.” 

“Go for flowers and chocolates. Everyone likes those.” Luke recommends it but is shot down by George.

“Overused. Do you want to properly ask a bird out? You need the right pair of trainers, a reliable chippy, and—“

“A flat in the UK?” Clay interjects with a scoff. “Cause that isn’t how we do it over here.” 

“Sorry, gov’na.” Quips Karl through a string of giggles. 

“Why not make up a poster? It gets the message across without you having to say too much and—“ a looming presence alerts the attention of all the boys, including Clay, who pauses amidst his idea. All eyes trail up to see you, twiddling your thumbs and eyeing Nick hesitantly.

“Um, hey guys…” you offer a small wave, “is it okay if I borrow Nick for a second? I’d like to talk to him.” Murmurs of consent flow around the table, before all the boys watching their best friend and his crush with expectant eyes. 

“Privately.” You clarify. 

“Oohhhh.” Not wasting another second, Sapnap is shoved out of his seat by one of his idiotic wingmen and stumbles forward until your chests are nearly touching.

“Um…hi.” He pants out.

“He—“

“You look nice.” He sputters out, catching you off guard. 

“Thanks. Listen, I’m not good at this kind of thing but I couldn’t wait any longer to ask you…” Nick sucks in a sharp breath at your words. He normally isn’t considered stubborn in his ways or opposed to change, but this is not how the plan was supposed to play out. He was supposed to ask you to prom, not the other way around. The way you are beating him to the punch right in front of him left Nick on the verge of short-circuiting.

“Do you want to go to prom with me? I’ve liked you for a little while now, and just thought—“

“No.” He states firmly, urging both of your eyes to widen. Much like yourself, Nick wasn’t expecting such a blunt rejection either. 

“O-oh, no? You…you don’t want to go with me?”

Clay, Karl, George, and Luke all perked their heads up from their lunches to the nearby conversation in shock. Karl takes a harsh pause while sipping his juice box, and Luke's mouth falls open to release a burp which almost sounds inquisitive.

“No, I-I mean—“

“We don’t even have to make it a date, you know?” You offer in a meek voice. “It can be a just friends thing…” Nick pouts.

“No…” he whines, deflating your hopes further. Just friends is not even close to what he yearned to have with you. But he never practiced vocalizing those thoughts to you--or rather, to his friend in a Wizard of Oz costume--only the bit where he asks you to the dance and prays to every deity you don't turn him down. A recognizable sheen cloaks your eyes as you shake your head in understanding. 

“Alright then, uh…forget I asked.” And before Nick could take back his words, you were sluggishly retreating to your seat with your head hung low.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Clay slaps his friend on the back of his shoulder, eyes flickering over to see you picking at your lunch with a frown set deep on your face.

“I don’t know.” 

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The same frown traces your lips the coming weekend. Even under the dim lights of the venue, Nick distinguishes the disappointment on your face and cannot help but scrutinize himself for being the cause of such an expression. It’s a mood he never wants to see you in, hence why he is now swimming through the sea of dancing classmates to your seated figure. The corsage in his hand is one false move away from being wrinkled beyond repair. He is poster-less, poem-barren, and vulnerable to whatever conversation you would spare him following his apology—even if it happened to be a slew of insults and demands to never speak to you again.

“Hey Y/N,” you glance up from the dance floor and at the familiar voice, blinking in disbelief. “Do you have a minute?” 

“Last time I gave you a minute you rejected me. I’m not sure if I should give you another.” You noted. Nick nods in understanding, cringing as the moment replays in his mind.

“That was idiotic of me. The truth is, I’ve been waiting for the chance to go out with you since sophomore year.” Your mouth parts in interest, and you find yourself leaning forward in your chair. 

“Really?” Nick nods, glancing down at his polished shoes shamefully. “So, what changed your mind? Because I’ve been wracking my brain for the last three days trying to figure out what I did wrong and…I’ve got nothing.” 

“Nothing changed my mind. And you did nothing wrong. You could never do any wrong in my eyes.” Heat violates your body, and tingles greet your fingertips as they scratch at your arm nervously.

“I got this crazy idea in my head that I was supposed to be the one asking you out. Not the other way around. We worked so hard on how I would do it—“

“We?” 

One of Nick’s hands reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck. His feet become shifty during his admission. “Yeah, Clay and the others kind of acted as my wingmen for the last week. They had me practice how to ask you out and everything because I was too nervous to even talk to you…” he elicits a nervous chuckle, darting his eyes around the venue to avoid meeting yours. The sound of your sweet laugh draws his attention back, though.

“Yeah? How’d that go?” You beckon.

“You look way better in a dress than Luke does, that’s for sure…look I’m not gonna sugarcoat it—what I said to you was horrible. And I’m not expecting you to say yes to what I’m about to ask you or even forgive me, but I do have strong feelings for you. And if you’re not busy for the remaining…” he looks down at his watch “two hours, I’d love it if you'd go to prom with me.” 

The entire time you’re contemplating your answer, Nick entertains himself with his wringing hands, the thought of where he should put them on your waist during a slow dance (because how low is too low? Should there be any room for Jesus? Does he want to have you witness the sight of his two left feet?) 

“Well, considering prom is happening right now…I have to say no to your invitation. I’m sorry Nick.” He never quite imagined you turning him down in his mustering to approach you. And that makes the pang in his chest last much longer than he would have anticipated. Nevertheless, he sucks in a steadying breath and nods his head. Before he can turn on his heel and retreat to his car, you intervene with a devilish smile.

“But, I wouldn’t say no to a dance.” 

And Nick’s next worst fear comes true as he finds himself in the middle of the dance floor with you attempting to guide him and his sloppy footwork. You two gave up the formality thirty seconds in for the sake of his embarrassment and stuck to a gentle sway. His hands were a reasonable height above your bottom, and he was close enough to see a gleam of joy sparkling in your eyes as they move from his clean-shaven face, to his tie, down to the corsage nestling against your wrist and back up to his adoring smile.

“So, sophomore year huh?” 

“I know. I’m late.” His head falls forward, allowing you the option to lean forward and place your forehead against his. 

“It’s never too late, Nick.” Before the boy could offer a self-deprecating rebuttal, you are introducing his cowering lips to your own in a small, heart-melting kiss.

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mimi congrats on 500, i’m so happy for you! 🤍🧸✨🫶🏼 i never send anything for these kinds of things but i need to do it now because i trust you 👀 so okay. . . can i request 2 ships please? and ofc i wouldn’t mind a little nsfw. i’m an aspiring actress, my favorite food is pasta and always will be. i’m a little introverted and shy but once i’m comfortable around people i’m able to get out of my bubble. i’m a perfectionist and don’t like not having control over my life. i have a hard time expressing my feelings :( and may come across as a cold person but i am extremely sentimental, i just wanna be held and loved. i like going out as much as i like staying in watching a movie or doing anything, really.

congrats again baby, love youuuu. <333

ahhh gwen! I'm so honoured that you trust me to write this request hehe I hope you enjoy it - this was literally so fun 🤭 happy reading! love mimi 🤍

MAX VERSTAPPEN ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ (everyone pretends to be shocked) - calls you schatje or lekker ding (when he's being silly) - loves loves LOVES feeling your hand in his!! it keeps him grounded - his love language is physical touch - he loves surprising you with flowers and buying you flowers. doesn't even need to be for anything, he just loves showing you how he feels through the language of flowers (omg fic idea?)

max relates hard to feeling like a perfectionist and while he also wants you to be the best version of yourself, he doesn't allow you to be hard on yourself. if he sees you getting too into your head, he's quick to hold your face and make you look at him. he'll remind you that he loves you and that he's proud of you. the way he looks at you makes you feel like you could make a million mistakes in the next few minutes and you'd still be okay - because you have him by your side. both you and max are often called the ice couple. no one means anything by it! they just think it's kind of funny how you're so short with others (especially if you're upset or stressed) but then you look at each other and it's like you do a 180. max won't ever admit this but it actually turns him into such a melt knowing that he's the only one who can turn you that mushy.

max loves taking you with him on race weekends and he will never not get butterflies seeing you there waiting for him in the garage with his name and number on your shirt, but nothing makes him get butterflies more than you sleepily curled up on his chest at home. he's a sucker for at-home dinner date nights and he loves cooking with you in the kitchen, it's fine if it gets super messed up because then he's telling you to get dressed and he's taking you out for dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in monaco where you know there's no way that he would have gotten in if he wasn't the max verstappen.

he loves that you have your dream of being an actress and he does as much as he can to support you in that, even if he's on the other side of the world. helping you look for workshops and audition opportunities, introducing you to your favourite actresses and inspirations when they're at the f1, helping you learn and run lines. you support him so much in his dream and career, showing up to as many of his races as possible that he can't wait for the day he gets to return the favour and stand on the red carpet as your trophy husband for the night! he's actually really excited by the thought!

max is absolutely addicted to the noises you make for him and only him as he loves to remind you. nothing satisfies him more than seeing your eyes roll back as he murmurs to you, his voice low, "who's making you this messy schat hmm?". he relishes in the way you squeeze around him when he's pushing in for the first time and you love the way he grips your hips as he does his best to control himself, the ache of his fingers digging into your hips a delicious reminder over the next few hours of just who you belong to. max is possessive, highly possessive. there is no way you're not leaving his bed, couch, apartment, car, driver's room, without him leaving a pretty mark in at least one or two places. he never does it where it can be captured by the cameras, instead choosing spots that only the two of you know about or spots that he can gently press when you're in public, the brief sting sending tingles down your spine.

"schatje?" max's voice prompts you to open your eyes from where you'd been dozing on the couch with the cats, "what do you want for dinner tonight?" you crane your neck to look at him as you gently scratch under sassy's chin, giggling at the way you feel her starting to purr against your tummy, "hmmm..." you look at him and bite your lip with a smile, max chuckles and nods, "pasta it is then!" you let out a cheer as max crosses the room and gently lifts your head to create a space to sit. as soon as he's sitting, he's placing your head back in his lap, one hand automatically soothing over your hair, his other hand snaking down to link his fingers with yours. you hum happily and he gazes down at you with so much love and adoration you swear you could cry. he leans down to press a soft kiss your forehead. you're not even aware of your eyes closing and drifting off to sleep but when you next open your eyes, you're cuddled into max, the cats nowhere to be found. it's dark outside and the lamp in the corner is switched on, casting a dim golden glow over the room. "how long was I out?" max stretches before pulling you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck and inhaling your cosy sleepy smell. "a couple of hours..." you sigh contentedly, hands sneaking under his hoodie to gently scratch at his lower back soothingly and he shudders next to you, "fuck... I missed you this weekend schatje." "I missed you to..." "I really don't wanna get up to make dinner," you giggle, "me either..." he sighs as if he's making a life altering decision, "then I guess we're just gonna have to order from your favourite italian restaurant." you give a little excited squeak as he rolls on top of you, softly grabbing one of your calves to wrap your leg around his waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck before he whispers in your ear, his voice gravelly, "think I could make you cum before dinner arrives?"

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LANDO NORRIS ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you baby or sugar (when he's being annoying) - is addicted to your lips! like he loves kissing them but sometimes he gets so distracted just staring at you talk - his love language is acts of service - lando really isn't a good cook but he'll learn to make your favourite pasta dish just for you! lando is known for being that happy smiley, golden retriever around everyone whether he knows them or not. but you're not and he understands that! whenever you're in a new environment or meeting new people, he's gently linking his fingers with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times just to remind you that he's there if you need him. he'll happily stand slightly in front of you if it makes you feel better but as soon as you've warmed up and you're in your zone he's stepping back with a proud smile (and totally zoning out because your lips look so good when you smile and laugh)

lando is not a chef in any way, but he is determined to learn how to make your favourite dishes just because the way your eyes widen and you smile at him when he presents dinner to you is worth any amount of time or fails or tiny burns he gets in the process! he loves being able to surprise you after a long hard day or at any point! sure the presentation might be lacking and sometimes you have to add a little extra salt when he's not looking, but he does it with so much love and care. even taking the time to set the table up with a candle and some flowers. he'll pull your chair out for you to sit down and serves you as if you were dining at a michelin star restaurant (the only difference is that you pay him in kisses not cash!) he loves when you sit on stream with him and he loves watching you interact with the fans, asking them questions and passing on their questions to him. fans have made many compilation videos of the two of you and the titles and contents never fail to make you giggle watching them when lando's away and you miss him. "lando and his doberman gf" "golden retriver bf x black cat gf" "lando and his gf being the sun and moon for 10 minutes" lando loves how your lips look when they're smiling and laughing but he also loves how they look wrapped around his fingers as he slowly rolls his hips into you while you whine and moan underneath him. he loves the way they look around his cock and sometimes all you have to do is bite or lick your lips before he's clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself dragging you off to a quiet corner or his room - he usually fails! lando loves sloppy kisses while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, smirking into the kiss as you let out the most lewd whines and whimpers, drooling and cock drunk. he sometimes gets so turned on that he's begging you to sink to your knees under his desk. he's stopped a stream early before now, just because he couldn't wait any longer!

"hey sugar," you roll your eyes with a smile as lando slides onto the bed next to you, "come here often?" "you're ridiculous," you laugh and shove his arm. he wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, dragging you with him, "lando!" he cuddles into you, firmly tucking you into his side so you can't escape, "I was looking at an audition!" he sighs, "look later..." you wriggle slightly but he's unrelenting, "you're so needy!" you coo at him and you can practically feel his cheeks heat up, "yeah well... been missing you today..." he mumbles and one of your hands comes up to play with his curls absentmindedly, "ohhh yes please," you snort, "your fans are right, you're literally like a puppy..." he pulls away to look at you, "I'd be a good puppy for you," he says with a wink as you scoff and flick his forehead, "don't be such a whore, babe," "can't help it..." he shrugs, "just gotta look at your pretty lips," his face gets closer to yours and you can feel his breath on your lips, "just one look and I need to feel them."

he's murmuring against your lips at this point and your thighs squeeze together with no warning, he fucking giggles and presses a line of soft kisses along your jaw, teasing you. but you're not in the mood, "lando?" your voice is hushed as you look up at his pretty eyes, watching the way the lust and love he has for you swirl in them, "yes baby?" "kiss me." you don't need to ask him twice, he'll gladly kiss you anytime.

[luvingshidou]

Yk the “Beautiful Divine Goddess x Ugly little mortal man” Trope?

yeah that’s us

KIRA OMFGGFFGFFGFGG I LOVE YOU. THIS IS SO GOOD OH M GEEEEE (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ I WANNA KISS YOU SO MUCHHVGHHHHHHHHH (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

Kira...... words cannot describe how much of a goddess you are to me. MY WIFEY YOU MAKE YOU MAKE MY HEART POUND AND MY PALMS SWEATY, YOU PRETTAY GIRL.

MWAHHHHHHHHHHH (๑>◡<๑)

[bivwifeybunny]

YOOOO ITS PART 2 !!!!!!

EVERYONE GO READ THIS ITS AWESOMEEEE

My Special Girl - PART 2

PART 1 written by @bivwifeybunny

CW // NSFW SMUT!! 18+ ONLY

Includes; praise, slight size difference mentioned, fem!reader, condom use, pnv, oral fem!receiving, nipple play, aftercare? (It’s cuddles then sleepytime), L-Word towards the end, nicknames used: baby, good girl/my girl

Foolish is kissing all over your face and down your neck, “My baby was hurting but, now you’re all better and I’m going to treat you.” He says making his way down your body. You slip ‘your’ shirt off that was just one of his, big enough to not have to wear a bra, over your head and toss it somewhere on the floor.

Foolish pulls his attention away from your neck now seeing you bare before him, blushing slightly and smirking, “Hello there, no bra day? My favorite kind of day.” He says with a small giggle, you laugh at his playfulness but gasp at the feeling of his big hands slowly moving up your waist and up to your breasts. He leans his head down and slowly kisses from your clavicle down towards your left nipple, his hand and fingers giving the right equal attention. He licks all over it and gently bites your nipple while pinching the other, causing you to whimper.

He pulls up and does the same to your right nipple with his mouth, causing the heat between your legs to grow. “Foolish~ please.. I need you” you say desperately. He sits up and tugs off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abdomen to you, you can’t help but gawk at no matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless. “Yeah? You need more baby? Anything for my girl,” he says quickly kissing you before standing up and tugging off his gym shorts and briefs. You tug off your shorts and panties while he opens the nightstand drawer and grabs a condom.

You spread your legs as Foolish climbs back on the bed in front of you, rolling the condom on his hard length. “Fuuuuck look at you, so wet I can see it from here,” Foolish says, leaning down, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping them apart. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes and some hair in his face before he moves in slowly licks up your pussy. He moves his hands again to spread you some more, wanting to taste every inch of you.

Your hands fist the bed sheets beneath you, as you gently moan at the sensation. Foolish is lapping at your pussy, from your hole up to your clit where he alternates between flicking it with his tongue and sucking. Slowly you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance causing you to moan and whimper more, “Please, yes please I need more,” you whine. He continues his ministrations on your clit with his tongue and groans into you as he sinks his two fingers inside, gently curling up just right.

He starts slowly pressing his fingers in and out while curling them perfectly, massaging and stretching you for him, his tongue keeping up on your clit. He gets faster and your moans get louder, “Fuck~ I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum please don’t stop~” you whimper out between moans.

He pulls his head out from between your thighs and pulls his fingers away as well, you whine in protest but before you can say anything he slides himself inside of you gently thrusting at a steady rhythm causing you to moan loudly. “Fuck baby you’re so fucking wet, oh my god~ you’re such a good girl for me, you’re my good girl,” Foolish says leaning over you, supporting himself on one arm while the other lifts your leg higher around his torso.

His thrusts hitting you deep inside, slowly and rhythmically getting faster, “Yesss Foolish~ fuck~ yes you’re so good ahh~ so fucking good” you whimper and moan out before messily kissing him with one hand on the back of his neck and the other clawing at his back. “Fuuck yes baby, that’s my girl, feel good for me mmmph holy fuck~” he says moving his hand that was holding your leg up to rub tight circles on your clit, his thrusts faster and more erratic. Foolish has his head beside yours, he’s gently whimpering and whining, “C’mon baby, you can cum for me, I can feel you getting closer I’m gonna cum with- fuck~” he moans as you grip his hair and moan out his name loudly as you cum. He feels you clenching around him and the feeling of you tugging his hair sends him over the edge as well.

Foolish slows down his movements, riding out both of your highs together. He gently pulls out and takes off the condom, disposing it in the bin right next to the nightstand, and lays down next to you pulling you onto his sweaty chest. He kisses the top of your head, “I love you so much, you’re so special to me, baby.” He says softly as you tilt your head up and smile at him, “I love you too, thank you for taking care of me, baby,” you say, kissing his cheek.

You both lay there cuddled up and eventually doze off to sleep.

[hoonvrs]

No tea no shade but it’s better if some people just keep their mouths shut 🦧

CLOCK IT

[chlorinecake]

Hello my smexy gorgeous heavenly ethereal probably emits light in real life hot as fuck model material wife

How are you doing 😗😗

AHHHH MONA AHHHHHH 🫨🫨🫨

😏…

She’s good lol, but even BETTER after seeing not one, but TWO ASKS FROM her equally smexy celestial enigmatic goddess of a wife in her inbox 🤭

ignore how I’m talking in third person rn

How’ve you been tho ?? ✨✨✨

[panaxe]

Red, pink, blue, rose 🫶

Oh wifey so you love meeee :3 (i love you too) and I’m cute omg (nah you’re cutest just saying) oh and I’m amazing and pretty woah woah sthooop I’m blushing~ <333

[bivwifeybunny]

ik it’s not southern sat but I’ve had 3 different men make me uncomfortable in the span of a week thru unwanted compliments and lots of up and down stares so i just need to read abt southern sap comforting the reader bc southern sap is the only man i am taking compliments from at this time pls and thank you have a nice day <3

- r.

Pairing(s): Southern!Sapnap x reader

Warning(s): Harassment, drunk idiot gets punched, nothin else just really cute fluff

A/N: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!! Aka back to hopefully posting some more after college absolutely destroyed me last semester lol. As a treat have this Southern!Sapnap fic I wrote in like 3 hours. Guess what time it is for me rn? 5:00 am babyyy 😎 so lookin forward to waking up in a 2 hours 🙃 anyways one last thing, when I wrote this I envisioned Sap as a football player but it's not specific so you can imagine any sport you'd like. Oh wait, last last thing, ik it's not cold in Texas but shush it just fits the plot and i'm too tired to fix it. Hope ya enjoy! (ps, i'm so sorry this took me so long, r hope you enjoy it even if it's like... 3 months late.. my bad.)

You were excited. Rightfully so. You were back in Texas, visiting Sapnap for summer break. College had been kicking your ass, so to say being within arms length of your boyfriend was comforting was an understatement.

The two of you were excited to spend the summer together, spending your first few nights together laying in bed, planning everything you’d do.

One of your plans was to attend more parties. Sapnap’s teammates are known for their raging parties, and in the past you and Sapnap had preferred to do other things, though you did attend on occasion. This summer, however, you wanted to make the most of it and the two of you happened to agree that the best way was through these parties.

Now this was not at all what you pictured.

You were gently bopping to the music that was blaring as you stood outside. You were off to the sidelines, spectating a beer pong match currently going on between Sapnap and his teammate. Nursing the beer in your hands, you began to regret not wearing more layers. Oh well, at least you looked hot as hell even if you were freezing your ass off. Maybe I should keep drinking to warm up. However before you could take another sip, a voice rang through your ears. Way closer than you would’ve liked.

“Hey there, pretty little thing. How’re you doin’ tonight?” The man’s breath fanned over your cheek, causing your nose to wrinkle.

“Fine.” You replied curtly, taking a step away.

“Well I know a few things that could make your night from fine to fantastic.” His eyes raked down your body, either too drunk to take the hint, or blatantly ignoring it.

“Oh yeah? Like what, leaving me alone?” You gave a sarcastic smile, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest.

“Ooh, feisty. I like it,” He smirks, “But as much as I like the attitude, sweetheart, I’d like to fuck it out of you even more.” His hand reaches for your waist, tugging you flush against his body, knocking your drink to the floor in the process.

Your heart rate quickly elevated, eyes darting around looking for Sapnap, quickly locking eyes with your pissed looking boyfriend.

Sapnap slammed down his cup with a laugh and a hiccup, eyes automatically wandering back over to you, eager to see your reaction to how fast he chugged his cup. Instead, he was met by you pressed up against this random guy, looking as uncomfortable as ever, which quickly made his blood boil.

You always liked to think of Sapnap as a bull. He shared lots of characteristics with the animal, not to mention his short, bulky frame. But it was times like these you could really see it. Like as you watched as he pried the drunkard off of you and his fist collided with the guy’s cheek.

The man fell to the floor but quickly staggered back onto his feet, immediately turning to Sapnap. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” He yelled, swaying as he tried to remain upright.

“What’s my problem? You need to learn how to take a fuckin’ hint.” The brunette spat, southern drawl thick from the alcohol, grabbing your hand for comfort. “Even better, learn to take no as an answer. Try to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull next time and leave my girl alone.”

He tugs you away, back inside the bustling house and into one of the unoccupied rooms, away from everyone else. He makes quick work of his jacket, settling it over your shoulders, wanting to warm you up after feeling your cold skin. “Are you okay, darlin’? He didn’t hurt ya, did he? Sorry I didn’t step in sooner, wish I’d noticed earlier-”

His slightly slurred ramblings were cut off by a small kiss. “I’m fine, Sap. A little grossed out, but fine. It didn’t go further than that which is all that matters. You stepped in and prevented that, so thank you.” You smiled reassuringly to which he eagerly returned.

“You’re welcome… was just worried somethin’ had happened.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as your hand came up and cradled his cheek. His hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we go home?”

You smiled as you hugged him and ran your fingers through his hair. You knew he wasn’t asking for himself, and the thought of how caring and thoughtful he was even when he was drunk filled you with giddy. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Spend the rest of the night, cuddlin’, yeah?”

“Yeah..” He mumbled in response, nodding his head as he let you lead him back out of the house towards his car. As you were digging in your bag for the keys, two of his teammates came jogging over to you.

“There you guys are. We were looking for you.” The blonde one said, sending you two a smile.

“Yeah, we wanted to see if you were okay and let you know we took care of the guy and sent him on his way with a friend of his who was sober.” The other informed you both, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“What he did wasn’t cool and we hope it doesn’t deter you from coming to another party sometime in the future. We swear they aren’t all like this and we try to handle people like that as soon as we can.” The blonde reassured with a sincere and polite smile.

You smiled in relief at the boys’ kindness. “Thanks, and I’m totally fine. Although I’m lucky Sap here stepped in when he did.” You patted his arm as he chuckled, his arm around you giving you a light squeeze. “And I can promise you we’ll still come to parties in the future.”

The two beamed, high fiving one another.

“Yeah, otherwise how’ll we finish our beer pong match? I was totally kicking your ass.” Sapnap smirked, causing the blonde to scoff.

“Yeah right, that’s why you’re drunk right now?” He retorted, earning a laugh from their other teammate.

“M’not drunk.” Sapnap huffs indignantly, earning a giggle from you as well.

“Alright, we should get going now. See you boys later.” You waved, helping Sapnap into the car before starting the drive home.

As soon as you’re home, you’re making quick work changing into some soft, cozy clothes, aka one of Sapnap’s hoodies and some shorts, and getting Sap to drink some water before getting comfy in your bed together.

He held you closely, sharing your warmth under the blankets as he tucked his head in your chest. “Know you’re gorgeous an’ all but people are dicks. Need to learn boundaries. Especially when it comes to my girl.” He kissed your lips before settling back into his cozy position. “Love you, darlin’, g’night..” He murmurs softly before he begins to snore.

You can’t stop the smile on your face, nor the way your face heats up at his words, though you know you don’t really want to. “Love you too, Sap.. goodnight..” You grin as you nuzzle into his embrace and close your eyes. The things this boy does to me…

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[thelov3lybookworm]

i don’t even have it all the way done 😭 aND im still working on Sand

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i mean.... you could be like me... i write most of my parts in a series a day before i have to post them 🫠 and i barely finish editing 😭

its okay booboo you can post it 😉

[bkdk-all-day-err-day]

Zay Appreciation Post 🧡💚

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[saetoru]

I would wear this for you xx

i am on my home wife !! running GALLOPING home to you rn 🏃🏽‍♀️

[ikeuverse]

MUAH MUAH MUAH MUAH MUAH MUAH MUAH

ENDLESS KISSES FOR MY WIFEY

[silence-between-seconds]

what if world domination

deal. you're my world ;)))

[thehighladywrites]

✨🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙

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[fullsunstrawberry]

moot game. moots you rarely talk to as non-kpop songs

i’m nervous to @ new people 👉👈 BUT THIS WAS SO HARD CAUSE MY NON K-POP MUSIC IS WILD

@manooffline: girls in bikinis by poppy (i swear i liked this before it was popular on tiktok 😭)

@liliansun: backlight by ado (i’ve never watched film red tho lol)

@jammingjaem : i am a girl like you from barbie as the princess and the pauper cause why do we keep getting the same anons… literally copy and paste 💀

@tddyhyck : fetish by selena gomez (feat. gucci mane)

@hrts4hae : love story (taylor’s version ofc)