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lewisvinga · 11 months ago

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because i liked a boy | carlos sainz x fem! reader

part two.

summary; an unnecessary hate train all because y/n liked a boy

fc; nicki nicole

warnings; death threats, kys comment, slut shaming, cursing , carlos kinda eh here sorry 😣

notes; requested! i would’ve used sabrina carpenter as a fc but i love nicki nicole sm i had to use her 😣

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carlossainz55: mi amor ❤️ tq ❤️ [ily]

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username: so this is carlos new girlfriend? 💀💀

username: oh!

username: well….

username: TE AMO Y/N!!!!

username: out of all ppl you love her??😀

username: she’s prettyyy

username: she’s cute ig😕

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yourusername: ily!!!

username: alex, run!!

username: didn’t carlos JUST break up w isa ???

username: like 2 weeks ago, i 100% believe y/n is a homewrecker 💀💀

username: baby she’s a whole slut 💀

username: not liking this dark aesthetic, isa was classy and cute this is something else🤢

username: no way this is carlos type 😭😭

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yourusername: the last picture 😭 you’re so unseriouss

carlossainz55: but you love it 🥸

username: hard launching your new relationship 2 weeks after breaking up w isa?? hmmm suspicious

username: CARLOS VACATION PICS!!!!!!

username: ew y/n

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username: i knoww, these bitter fans should stay away from her😒

username: we’re not bitter, we’re just telling the truth, isa was 1000x better than y/n🤢

username: this would’ve been such a good post without y/n😒😒😒

username: we miss isa!!!

username: isa was the best wag come on now

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username: her and peso pluma were never datingffggg it was a rumor 😭😭😭

username: no carlos???

username: not her missing carlos win just to hang out w her ex 😕

carlossainz55: ❤️ liked by yourusername !

username: we can save you carlos!!

username: hanging out w all those guys, she’s such a slut

username: carlos doesn’t deserve you!!

username: isa is 10x better, she dresses and looks better, is a supportive girlfriend, and doesn’t miss wins just to hang out w a bunch of guys! what a slut you are

username: i think the world would be better without you

username: kys

username: slut!

username: girl just break up w carlos atp we know you’re just a rebound😭😭😭😭

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y/n 💗

you know i’m tired of this, carlos.

carlos❤️

mi vida [my life], you know i can’t do anything

y/n 💗

yes you can??

just one post clarifying that you broke up with isa weeks before announcing it publicly and way before you started dating me??

and that YOU made the first move, not me

carlos ❤️

it’s not easy you know

i’m a big public figure, i can’t just post things whenever i want

y/n 💗

carlos, so am i

i have a pr team too

but if MY fans were attacking you and sending you death threats, i would post something anyways

carlos ❤️

it’s not the same, amor

y/n 💗

your fans are constantly comparing me to isa, they’re constantly slut shaming me for even appearing in the back of a picture of yours or for hanging out with my guy friends

they’re sending my death threats , telling me to kms and you won’t do anything?

carlos ❤️

it’s complicated, please, amor

i can’t control them, a post won’t change their mind

please, just calm down and we can talk more when i get home

y/n 💗

okay, fine

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[caption 1; back in the studio 🎧] [caption 2; pov: after pulling an all nighter in the studio😵‍💫 ]

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yourusername: you think because i liked a boy was the only thing i worked on? soon bby xx

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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Your blog is my daily serotonin <3

geto letting you put eyeliner on him while sitting on his lap- taking the opportunity to flirt with you!!! I'm imagining soft, light, almost tickling touches and his sultry eyes. reader *desperately* trying to keep her cool...

ahhhhaaaaaaaa

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?

A/N: stawppp u made me blush tysm 💗 also this idea made me SPIN in my spinny chair i love it sm. sugie's eyes are so mesmerizing 🫠 (p.s. ur theme is so prettyyy!!)

Wc ≈ 1.4k

Pairing: GETO Suguru x f.reader

Summary: practicing putting eyeliner on your best friend, while sat in his lap. He can't help but take this chance to flirt with you. Of course, a certain someone interrupts your moment right at the end

Warnings; Satoru being a jackass and totally interrupting u guys at THE moment lol

♪ melting like an ice cream when you smile

“Is it bothering you? Should I clip it back?” Suguru asked.

“Nooo, I don’t mind it.” you replied. “I can keep your bangs at bay with my pinkie, ‘s all good.”

What you did mind was the proximity between you and him.

You could feel the support of his muscular thighs and the engulfing warmth radiating from his chest even through that oversized cotton shirt of his. The very white shirt that had always driven your senses wild for some reason – probably because of how its short sleeves teasingly hinted at his toned arms underneath without completely showing them off.

Pinkie keeping his bangs at bay, fingertip lightly pressing against his cheekbone and hair tickling your skin, you applied the eyeliner with slow, meticulous strokes.

Suguru was mesmerized. You looked focused like an artist at work on a painting. And he noticed that you seemed mesmerized, too. Even a bit shy, which he commented on because it was so unlike you.

“Shy, huh?” He teased.

“I’m not shy.” You denounced half-heartedly. “Why would I be?”

He just smirked in response, and that itself had such an effect on you; your careful line became an inky squiggle. “Oh no! No no no!” you muttered under your breath, hastily using your pinkie to wipe the mistake away but that only resulted in smudging it awkwardly into the crease of his eyes.

“Don’t laugh! Don’t smile! I have to fix the corner…” you begged with Suguru, but that only made him laugh and smile harder. He apologized through soft chuckles.

After correcting the mistake, you pulled back from his face to check that both sides seemed equal. Only when you pulled your face away like this, did you and Suguru realize in the back of your minds that you were quite close to each other earlier…

“Mesmerized by something?” he asked teasingly. His cool voice was so close to your ears, it felt like it reverberated in your whole chest.

Sultry eyes narrowed interestedly at you as you observed the corners of them. Those abyssal irises demanded eye contact from you, and once they got it, they peered into your soul. Suguru loved doing that, not only to appreciate your eyes but because of your sweet, shy reaction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. Just making sure both sides look the same.” You told him.

“Mhm.” He hummed.

Maybe the broken eye contact is what led him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you closer. Or maybe he just missed the intimate closeness that you had with him earlier, when your faces were quite close.

You tried to distract yourself from the bubbling heat in the pit of your stomach that his subtle touch caused. “I’m not very talented at eyeliner…” you admitted.

“Really? I think yours always looks good.” Suguru said.

“Just ‘good’ ?! That means I look bad.”

He chuckled. “No I – alright, I’ll phrase it better; you always look like you’re ready for a photoshoot.”

“Oh, stop flirting!” you scolded him playfully, causing his lips to stretch into a cheeky smile.

“Aw, you caught me in the act.” He muttered sultrily.

You tried not to smile, but that was very impossible in the moment. It seems it was the same for him, too. Being so close to you with his arms wrapped around your waist put him in an excited daze.

Sunset light streamed in through the sheer curtains, patterned shadows forming on the white bed made it seem like you were sitting on a grey meadow of flowers, twigs and leaves. A very slight rumble of traffic rose over the railing of the balcony just outside the sliding door. Tokyo had a certain sound and feeling to it, one you could never put your finger on.

After a bout of silence, you realized you and him had stopped talking and just stared into one another’s eyes. You’d even stopped applying the eyeliner. Stomachs knotted up with feelings, the two of you were both about to say something to each other before you blurted out “The brown eyeliner fits you well, glad I chose it.”

“Oh?” he batted his lashes at you… or was that an involuntary action? Who knows. You continued to carefully flick the felt tip of the eyeliner until a tiny, sharp angle was formed.

Well, ‘sharp’. It wasn’t as razor-edged as the other side, which really bothered you. The way you flitted your eyes between his two made him crack a smile that made his Addam’s apple subtly shift up and down.

“Do I look bad?” he asked curiously.

“Not at all… you look ho- you look good with eyeliner.” You replied.

“Oh, I look hot, huh? You crushin’ on me? Satoru’s gonna be heartbroken.” He joked.

“I'm not crushing — !” you squeaked quickly in response, taken aback.

“You’re not crushing on me or you’re not crushing on him?”

“I’ve never… I’m not crushing on Satoru.” You told him.

Such an unexpectedly serious question for him throw into the mellow atmosphere. He tried to sound light-hearted so he wouldn’t scare you off from answering, or give hint to his nervousness.

“So then…?”

“So then what?” you blinked at him, all movements of the eyeliner brush ceased. Things were getting heatedly exciting.

“So then, you have a thing for me?”

You widened your eyes at him. His heart thumped, he was getting nervous – unsure how to judge your reactions to his questions. He was trying to assess whether you liked him or not, and you were making it so hard. If only he could read your mind, he thought.

“Huh? What? Stop flustering me!” You laughed it off.

He could tell you were avoiding answering out of nervousness, but it still irked him; he really wanted to know.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just spring that on you so suddenly. I was just… curious.” He said.

You sighed. “I’m… I’m already melting over you, no need to vaporize me.”

“Oh? You’re melting?” his eyes lit up, “Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off immediately, “No reason.” You lied.

“No reason?” he questioned, raising his brows sceptically, “You sure about that?”

With the way he raised his brows, his eyes became even more spellbinding. You felt completely bewitched by them. The pigment of the liquid eyeliner, paired with the undertones of the eye pencil you started with, paired with the slight glint of light in his eyes – all of it made that bubbling heat in your stomach explode into an even bigger feeling.

You got so lost in his pretty, abyssal eyes that you didn’t realize how silent you’d become, or how close you had gotten to his face – not that he minded the increased proximity, it had his heart pumping hard.

“You okay? Still melting?” he teased.

“Sorry! I’m just – “

“ – mesmerized by me? Melting for me?” he teased further.

“Suguru!” you laughed shyly.

“There’s no need to keep playing it off, I can see right through you.” He said seriously.

Your eyes lingered on his for much too long. It felt like what he said was true – it felt like he really could see right through you, like you were transparent. He was itching to break the tension between you and him with a feverish kiss. One of those classic, best-friends-to-lovers kisses that you see in the movies.

But then guess who burst through the door of your apartment as loudly as possible? Yeah, the jackass that you regretfully gave your apartment key to.

“YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” Satoru hollered, striding down the hallway and popping his head into your bedroom to find you and Suguru breaking apart very quickly, as if you weren’t just on his lap about to share your first kiss.

“Did ya miss me? ‘Course you did. What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head.

“What’s with that look?” Satoru whined.

“Nothiiing!” You groaned, Suguru just chuckled under his breath.

“Yuh, I mean, I didn’t do anything, after all. Weirdos.” Oh, you really wanted to shove a pillow into his face.

He pounced on the bed, coming right between you and Suguru without thinking too much of it. “I’m so hungry – let’s get takeout.” He whined and rolled around on your bed. He pleaded until you gave in. “Yay, let’s fuckin’ go then I’m so starved.” He said dramatically.

So you and Suguru readied yourselves to go out for a spontaneous food trip.

“What a pity.” He said with the utmost sultriness in his eyes and voice, leaving you at the doorframe with a wink that lingered in your mind for the rest of the day.

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russellbby · 9 months ago

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Sometimes you just need your brother || Pt.1

Summary: in which max's little sister finally feels free from her home life and max is there to support her straight away.

Makayla Verstappen (OC) x f1 grid

Series

makaylaverstappen

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user12 Prettyyy😍

user61 Sharks are your new friends ?!

user81 Future marine biologist here !!

user62 The aesthetic✨

maxverstappen1 If u die, it’s your own fault!

makaylaverstappen wow, thanks bro

maxverstappen1 welcome Mack :)

user15 I love their relationship🥰

user61 Max and Kayla >>

user29 🥰🥰

user33 Max💀😭

landonorris How are you not scared ??

makaylaverstappen Nothing to be scared about!

landonorris It’s sharks!!

user19 Lando😭

user44 The fact that she’s 16 and so many people wouldn’t want to do what she’s doing🤣

Everyone knows what Jos Verstappen was like treating Max Verstappen growing up. Everyone saw that Max didn’t see his mother Sophie and his sister Victoria much due to him always travelling around the world.

When they got divorce, Jos went off and got married again and had more children who became Max and Victoria’s step siblings.

Max couldn’t say he had a favourite siblings, but when it came to Makayla Verstappen, her and Max got very close despite the big age gap.

Makayla Verstappen is a 16 year old, she has all her focus on her studies to hopefully achieve her dream of becoming a marine biologist.

If her father let her, that is..

Jos’s relationship with Makayla wasn’t good, they both argued all the time just because of the career Makayla wanted to have wasn’t good enough according to him.

They were always having an argument, like right now.

“Why can’t you just accept it’s the career I want to have!” Makayla said. “It’s not good enough Makayla, what good in the world does a marine biologist do?” Jos shouted.

“Mhm I don’t know! Making fucking looking after the animals and the planet?” Makayla shouted at him, something that she never had to courage to ever do until now.

“Don’t you dare shout at me, you know what will happen if you do that again? You’ll be out of this house” Jos spat has her. “I don’t wanna be there anyways!” Makayla said.

“Go then, I won’t care you are always in your bedroom all day everyday anyways!” Jos replied. “So, this is what you are doing? Kicking out a 16 year old!” Makayla exclaimed.

“Yes” Jos replied as Makayla just stared at him as he walked into the kitchen. She slowly made her way up to her bedroom to start packing a suitcase. After a few hours she had everything packed.

She was finally free.

Something that Max Verstappen wasn’t expected was to see his 16 year old sister the other side of this door, with a suitcase and a sad look on her face.

“Mack, how’d you get here?” Max asked her softly as helped her into his apartment and pulled her into a hug. The girl could see quite a few drivers there so she buried her head into his chest.

“C’mon, talk to us we won’t be able to help you otherwise” Daniel said as he walked over to the two siblings. “He kicked me out..” Makayla mumbled and all the drivers faces fell.

All that Max felt was anger, why in the world would his father kick out his daughter who is only 16 years old? He pulled out of the hug and went to go find his phone.

“Max! Don’t do anything please!” Makayla said as he tried to go after him but she was pulled into a hug by Lando. “Let him calm down,” Lando whispered.

Daniel went after Max to try to calm him down, Makayla had been led towards to couch and started to have a small chat with the drivers.

“Wait! What happens if I get put into care?! I’m not a legal adult!” Makayla exclaimed as Max appeared back into the room and wrapped his arms around his sister.

“Everything is going to be alright, I’ll get it all sorted out I promise you..” Max told her as he left a kiss on her forehead.

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breezeflows · 4 months ago

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The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here yippee!! I feel like these first few chapters are kind of slow but it’ll be worth it i swear!! And also a huge thank you to everyone for showing the first chapter so much love! It means the world to me. Now with all that aside here is Chapter 2! <3

Themes: This chapter is prettyyy sappy, Ford and Reader sort of make up? (Let’s see how long that lasts) sad feelings, small arguments, kissing, yearning, etc all the stuff that’s blanching okay anyways

The next day you find yourself sitting in a booth at Greasy’s Diner, idly stirring creamer into your cup of coffee. The diner is relatively quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional clinking of silverware against plates and the soft hum of the AC unit. The smell of bacon and fried eggs wafts through the air, and sunlight streams through the large windows, casting the small diner in a warm glow. You take a sip of your coffee, the caffeine working its way into your system as you try to distract yourself from the thoughts of yesterday’s events.

You’re soon brought out of your trance as your close friend Lizzy arrives, sliding her way into the booth in front of you. Her strong perfume drifts through the air as she tucks her curly blonde hair behind her ears, showing off the golden hoops she’s adorning as she readjusts her bright green V-neck. She reaches into her purse, grabbing a bright red lipstick and begins applying it as she speaks.

“Sorry I’m late doll. Traffic was a total nightmare!”

Your face warms at the presence of your close friend, although it doesn’t seem to ease the heartache you’re feeling from your previous encounter with Ford. Your hurt being evident in your tone as you reply.

“It’s no problem Liz.”

Lizzy’s gaze instantly meets yours as she pauses, catching onto your tone immediately. She studies you for a moment, lowering the red lipstick as she takes in your tired eyes and solemn expression.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks gently, voice laced with concern. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer.”

You sigh, your shoulders drooping as you begin to explain your situation to Lizzy.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you say, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. (Ford’s sweater ahem ahem) “Things have been… hectic, to say the least. My relationship with Ford has been falling apart, and I feel like I’ve been living with a ghost these past few weeks. He’s been completely immersed in his research, and he barely even acknowledges my presence anymore.”

Lizzy watches you carefully with a frown, her brows furrowed in concern.

You continue, your voice faltering slightly as you recall the recent events. “Yesterday morning, we had a tense conversation where he basically said that his research is more important to him than our marriage. And then one of our old friends from college showed up and it made the situation even worse.”

Lizzy listens intently as you speak, her expression filled with sympathy. Once you finish explaining everything, she reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m so sorry you’re going through all of this Y/N,” she says soothingly. “You deserve so much better than that doll. And you should definitely get out of that house for a bit and clear your mind. How about you come stay at my place for a couple of weeks? You don’t need to deal with all of this...” she waves her free hand around as she continues. “Man-stress, alone.”

A wave of gratitude washes over you at Lizzy’s offer, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. She really was an amazing friend. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “I don’t want to impose or anything.”

Lizzy chuckles dismissively, giving you a reassuring smile.

“You won’t be imposing on anything Y/N. I’ve got a spare room in my apartment, and it’ll be nice to have some company other than my boyfriend. Plus, a change of scenery might do you some good.”

You take a second to consider her offer, weighing the pros and cons in your mind. The idea of getting away from everything for awhile was tempting, and spending time with a good friend is always a nice thought. You take another deep breath, pushing down the small voice in your head that is telling you to stay and make things right with Ford. You knew he wasn’t going to change his mind anytime soon, or at least it felt that way.

“Okay,” you finally say, your voice slightly stronger now. “I’ll stay with you for a while. Thank you, Liz, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

Her smile widens, and she gives your hand another squeeze. “Of course chick,” she says. “What are friends for right?” She then reaches over and takes your coffee, thoughtfully taking a sip of the not-so-hot liquid.

“So, do you need help packing a bag, or do you want to go back home first to get your things?”

You think for a moment before replying. “I can head back to the house to pack a bag, but I’ll probably need to leave the car for Ford in case he needs it. Could you pick me up around 3:00?”

Lizzy nods in understanding, a slight frown on her face at the mention of Ford. Even when the two of you were fighting you still looked out for him, it was admirable.

“Yeah, of course,” she says. “I’ll be there at three. Text me when you’re packed and ready, and I’ll head over to pick you up. Just focus on getting what you need, and don’t worry about anything else, kay?”

You down the rest of your now-shared coffee, feeling a sense of relief at the prospect of getting away from the stressful atmosphere of your house. You thank your friend once again for her kindness, promising to message her once you’re ready to be picked up. With a small wave you leave the diner, heading back towards your house to pack a bag and prepare for your temporary stay at Lizzy’s.

As you make your way back to the cabin you realize walking may not have been the smartest choice. The skies have darkened, and the air has grown crisper. Large, plump raindrops begin to fall, creating a soft patter against the pavement. The once bright and sunny day has transformed into a dreary, rainy afternoon, the weather seeming to reflect your current situation.

You quicken your pace, the sound of rain getting louder as it hits the ground and the surrounding trees. The house soon comes into view, standing tall and imposing against the grey sky. Your clothes and hair become soaked with rain as you speed towards the front door, swinging it open and shutting it behind you.

As you step into the house, the heavy door closing behind you with a soft thump, you are surprised to find Ford standing in the entryway. He looks the same as before, tired, and a bit weathered. Although he seems taken aback by your appearance, his eyes flickering with surprise and… something else.

“You’re soaked,” he says, a hint of concern in his voice. “What happened?”

You turn your gaze from him as you shed your coat, revealing his old sweater underneath as you place it on a nearby hook.

“I went out with Lizzy for a late breakfast and got caught in the rain.”

Ford watches you as you hang your coat and begin to remove your shoes. He notices the slight distance in your voice, and the way you avoid his gaze. He knows deep down there’s more to it than just a simple breakfast with a friend. He hesitates a moment before speaking.

“I see,” he says slowly. “So, you two just… had breakfast?”

A sigh escapes you as you sit up straight, finally meeting his gaze.

“Yep.”

Ford’s jaw clenches slightly as he studies you, clearly sensing that there’s more to the story than you’re letting on.

“That’s it?” He presses, a note of skepticism in his voice.

“I’m going to be staying at her place for a couple of weeks.”

His eyes widen at your response, his lips parting in surprise. The hint of skepticism in his voice grows stronger as he takes a small step towards you.

“Wait a minute,” he says. “How long..?”

You turn your head from him with a frown, hugging your arms as you speak in a quiet yet frustrated tone.

“I’ll be out of your hair this way and you can focus on your project with Fiddleford, since it obviously takes higher priority.”

Ford’s eyes widen even further, a mix of shock and pain crossing his face at your words. His hands clench at his sides as he processes what you’ve just said, his mind reeling.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, his tone now filled with frustration. “You’re treating this like I just want to get rid of you, like I don’t-“ He pauses closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Like what Stanford?” you step forward, beginning to become angry with him. “Don’t act as though you didn’t tell me that your research is bigger than our relationship. You’ve tossed everything aside but now that I’m leaving for a few weeks you’re suddenly concerned?”

His eyes snap open at your outburst, scowling as his expression was a mix of frustration and guilt.

“You’re twisting my words,” he snaps. “I never said my research was bigger than our marriage. I just…” He falls silent, his anger deflating slightly as he looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pleading in remorse.

“I just need some time to focus on this project,” he continues, softer now, his frustration giving way to desperation. “But that doesn’t mean I wanted you to leave. I… I never wanted that Y/N. Never.”

Your anger and resolve begin to crumble at his pleading state, your eyes softening as they meet his. You find your legs moving on their own as you step towards him, your arms slowly reaching to wrap around his middle. You rest your cheek on Ford’s shoulder, inhaling his scent. A mixture of pine and musk, with a tinge of smoke.

He lets out a shaky breath as you approach him, his rigid stance relaxing as you embraced him. His own hands eventually find your back, hesitating for a moment, but soon returning the embrace. He holds you as close to him as possible, trembling slightly as he buried his face in your hair.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered, his voice muffled, but filled with a combination of mixture and despair.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You tighten your arms around him, your voice soft and reassuring.

“I’m not leaving you Ford,” you speak, your breath warm against his neck. “I just think we both need a bit of space right now. I need time to sort out my thoughts, and I think getting away for awhile will help with that. But I promise you I’m not leaving you.”

Ford’s grip on you tightens slightly at your words, as if he is afraid to let you go. His body tremors faintly as he absorbs your reassurance, his voice a mixture of relief and resignation.

“How long?” he asks with a vulnerable tone. “How long will you be gone?”

You pull back, just enough to look him in the eyes. You reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands, and he leans into your touch.

“Just a couple of weeks at most,” your thumb stroked his cheek as you spoke, giving him a look of sympathy. “When I get back, we can work through this, alright?”

His eyes search yours, his expression now one of understanding. Ford nods slowly, his hands moving to cover yours, his calloused fingers gripping your wrists gently.

“Alright. But please stay in touch. I need to know you’re okay.”

You manage to give him a soft smile and a nod, before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Ford’s eyes fluttered shut at the unexpected gesture, a small sound of surprise escaping him. His hands grip yours even tighter, his body leaning into yours as the kiss lingers for a moment.

After sharing a few more, you finally pull back. Ford’s eyes open, and he gazes at you with a look of surprise and yearning. A slight flush of pink is apparent on his features, his lips parted and slightly reddened from the act. He observes you for a moment, before bringing your knuckles to his lips, placing a gentle kiss there as if trying to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.

“I’ll miss you,” he spoke tenderly. “Don’t forget about me while you’re gone, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sixer.”

Ford’s heart skips a beat at the familiar nickname, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He pulls you closer, enveloping you in his embrace once more, large calloused hands wrapping around your back.

“Good,” he murmurs, resting his chin atop of your head.

“Because I’ll be counting the days until you come back.”

tags :) - @artistic-gato @karmaisacatluzi @therottenheartofscum

#gravity falls #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines #gravity falls stanford #stanford pines x you #ford pines x reader #the book of bill #gravityfallsxreader #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls x reader #x reader #oc

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makeyoumine69 · 9 months ago

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Hello dear! Can I ask for the 2k follower celebration: rough anal written in Patrick's pov with degradation kink? Prettyyy please, I love your fics so much!!!😭✨✨✨

Spread It Out

PAIRING: Dom!Patrick Bateman x Sub!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bateman dominates what's his, and what's his… is you… see what happens inside Patrick's head when he fucks you silly.

CONTAINS: Smut, anal sex, vaginal fingering, degradation kink, dirty talk, pet names, creampie, Patrick Bateman's POV.

WORDS: Less than 1k

A/N: I can see so many anal lovers in my ask box! Sorry for the long wait, writing Patrick's POV is always a rollercoaster, but I hope you like it!🤞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

My slutty little plaything, my little porcelain doll.

I wonder how humiliating it was for you to be dicked down by your boss. I wanted you to answer me, but you never seemed to let me have such a pleasure. So, I'd have my pleasure in another way — you, moaning and lying flat on your belly beneath me, all splayed out and wet for me. My king-size bed creaked miserable from my rough pounding.

"Sir!" you moaned and grabbed my hips. "Mmhhmm... Please, finger my pussy... p-please! I want you to use both of my holes..."

Mesmerized, I watched as you arched your back and bit the pillow from the way my fat cock was stretching your tight ass. "Oh, honey, you are such a fucking glutton for punishment, aren't you?" I sneered, my hands gripping your hips with an iron grip, driving my swollen cock deep into your throbbing, tight ass. "You want it rough, don't you?" I reached under your writhing form with my free hand, my fingers tracing the wet, eager folds of your pussy. I slid a finger inside, curling it to find the sweet spot that would make your body tremble even more, "You're so fucking tight, it's like you were made to be fucked by me." I exhaled, enjoying the play of agony and ecstasy dancing across your expressive features.

“A-awww, I…I can f-feel you…in m-my belly...” Your cries and moans are like a symphony to my twisted senses, only urging me on.

Adding another finger, I pumped mercilessly, marveling at the slickness that met my touch. "Look at you, dripping like a fucking whore in heat," I growled, finding a cruel rhythm as I alternately thrust my fingers and then my cock, each movement deeper, harder, more degrading than the last.

I could feel you stretching, accommodating me, your tightness clenching around me in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sight of your back arching, the way you desperately bit down on the covers, it's all too fucking irresistible, intensifying the savage thrusts I delivered. I could care less about the tears that wet your lashes or the ache that echoed in your cries; all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of your body yielding to mine, the raw, carnal pleasure that pulsed through me with each thrust. I was going to take whatever I wanted from you, and you were going to fucking take it. All of it.

Whimpering pathetically, you crumpled the sheets and turned to glance at my flushed face. The cruel attack on both of your holes left you no choice but to cry in pleasure and pain. "You...you’re so big��that it hurts! Mmmhmm, please!" You whimpered and bit your lower lip, giving me your most innocent stare which set me on fire.

My hands roam over you with a harsh possessiveness, the sensation of your tight heat nearly driving me out of my mind. Your cries and pleas, they're music to my ears — a chorus of desperation as you're split open on my girth.

"Please, what?" I sneered, my thrusts relentless and unforgiving. "You're not asking to stop, are you? No, you can take it. You'll take it all because you have to, because I fucking want you to!" I leaned over you, my hand still working your clit, rough and demanding, my breath hot on your skin. "It hurts, huh? But it's a good hurt, isn't it? The kind that you'll dream about, that you'll beg for... the kind that reminds you of who you belong to!" Every part of me reveled in the control, in the dominance I wielded over you. Watching you twist beneath me, destroyed by pleasure and pain, it's the ultimate aphrodisiac. "You say you want me," I rasped into your ear, "but words are cheap. Show me. Push back, meet my thrusts, take me like the devoted little whore you are. Do it... now!"

And as you obey, as you began to move against me, it was clear you were mine, body and soul. Every sob, every gasp, every shudder under my touch cemented my hold over you. In this moment, as I took you, as I broke you down and remade you, I was the entirety of your universe — your merciless lover, your unyielding fixture of dominance. My orgasm built at the base of my spine — a dark, foreboding pressure that indicated the nearing of a savage release. And when it washed over me, I flooded you, my seed hot inside your plundered ass. It was a mark, a claim more potent than any whispered confession of love. I was marking you from the inside out — irrevocably, brutally, completely.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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iceonneo · 2 months ago

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Hi author! Can u request a Donghyuck/Renjun story? Like birthday sex or something like where you help them relax after a long day. Basically fluff with the smut because i really need sweet dream stories😭

𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝟯𝙭 ; h.rj

renjun x fem! reader

you ask, i shall deliver ;) ts jus a quick drabble tho whichs prettyyy short and hopefully upto the mark lets just pretend its 22 march rn :p

warnings : swear words, slightlyfluffysmut, sex- unprotected, fingering, edging ...jun kinda freaky like that, use of names, !! mdni ¡¡

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10:48

your eyes had turned slightly heavy as midnight was about to hit soon. you managed to keep your focus on the words you were reading though half of them went over your head due to the thoughts of your beloveds birthday.

11:05

the click of the door unlocking made you look up from the book you were reading as your boyfriend walked in.

"hi baby" you muttered, eyes sparkling, settling down your novel before approaching him. renjun cracked a small smile before locking the door behind him. as soon as he turned around, your arms were already around him.

he sighed into your neck, his breath tickling you. his arms circled around your waist, bringing you closer to him further.

you let your fingers envelop around his hair, feeling the soft strands around your hands as he dipped his head further into the crook between your neck and collar. "how was today?"

"exhausting." he replied. you hummed as his feet dragged you back into the apartment. "i swear to god, these schedules suck the life out of me."

"the boys make up for it though." renjun continued as you nodded. "ofcourse."

you felt the back of your knee hit the edge of the bed and before you know it, you were on the bed. landing on top of renjun who still had his hands wrapped around you and face locked in your neck.

"the worst part is probably me yearning for you all day long at work." renjun said, detaching himself from your neck as his eyes gazed into yours. "i almost kissed haechan once thinking of you."

a loud snort escaped you as laughter bubbled into your chest. "you- what?"

renjun rolled his eyes, holding back a smile. "that motherfucker was jumping around in joy- it was awful."

chuckling, you leaned forward to peck him on his lips. "can relate."

renjun raised his brows. you only shrugged. he let out a small chuckle before swapping places. within seconds your back was against the mattress and the boy was on top of you. almost like you were expecting it, his mouth lowered to yours and unfolded his sweet kiss as you responded back, using your lips to express just how much you yearned for him back.

your palms that were against his chest, slowly lowered their way down reaching the hem of his shirt. renjun moaned slowly into your mouth feeling your touch on his bare warm body under the fabric.

the tingling feeling that fluttered around in your stomach turned into a tight knot and your breath hitched as renjun replicated your actions, gliding his palms under your shirt.

his fingers dipped inside the lace, cupping your breasts and you were already a mess. rubbing your thighs together, pulling at his hair, other hand gliding over his abdomen in need and mouth all over his.

"re-nhjun" you sighed, pulling back. his eyes twinkled looking at your form, "you are so... pretty. fuck, i wish i had you to me all day."

"you have me now."

renjun hummed. getting his hand out of your shirt he held your jaw, letting his finger glide over your lower lip before pushing his thumb through, into your mouth. without a wait, you swirled your tongue around and sucked through.

above you, he sucked his breath in, cursing slowly. continuing to lick over his digit, slowly rising your leg. knee brushing across his groin, feeling him hardened, you moaned over his finger and renjun almost collapsed over you.

"fuck" he groaned before unzipping himself.

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11:23

the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you sloppily alone made you moan.

his moans and grunts were almost honey to your ears because who sounded this damn good, fuck.

your eyes shot close as you felt him thrust in slowly, a long exhale leaving his mouth.

there you were, naked and bare, body heaving up and down with each thrust. lips glistening and swollen from the amount of kissing and sucking. your hair had already swooshed everywhere around your face but you didn’t bother- who would, having that dick move out and in of you was where you attention was at.

the feeling of renjun slowly tucking your hair behind your ears reopened your eyes.

you took his form in. the beads of sweat decorating his flushed face, his bare body quivering slightly as he held back from fucking the lights out of you.

he slowly de tangled his fingers from your hair, letting his hand crash on your thighs, mirroring the other and he spread your legs out with both his hands before pulling out and thrashing himself back into your stretched cunt.

“oh fuck!” you gasped, intensifying the hold over his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him.

“you want this angel?” he asked, voice sultry and sweet as you almost came just hearing him speak.

desperation and need highlighted in your tone as you moaned in his face, “so bad.”

sex with huang renjun wasn’t a quick fuck (unless when desperate times call for desperate measures…) he made sure you real felt that love he wanted to convey through his body even if that meant edging you until you pass out.

and that’s exactly what this dude was trying to pull right now.

the way his pace slowed everytime he would notice your back arch and toes curl. how he would slowly torture your cunt with his dick adding onto the sensation with his fingers only to stop rubbing and keep thrusting slowly when he noticed the knot in your stomach on the verge of breaking.

“renjun, please please let me come fuck I’m gonna go dizzy..” you groaned into his ears as your body shaked underneath his hold.

“you deserve it?” he murmured into your knuckles before sloppily kissing on them watch you get wrecked by every passing minute.

you moaned, fuck it was too much. “I’ve been good, no?” you whimpered, literally.

renjun watched how your eyebrows furrowed, your glassy eyes who threatened to spill a tear anytime and your tits shake. shit. “yeah angel,” he whispered. “you’ve been so good for me doll.”

“think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

nodding your head vigorously. “please, ple-“ and you were gone.

there was his pace. the pent up frustration that had been piling over him was released in the form of deep powerful thrusts. his inches filling you and you whined everytime he pulled back.

“renjun faster!”

“mhm baby i know you can cum like this too.” he said slowly before intertwining his fingers into yours softly.

the moans you were letting out were making him go feral a little as he let you get what you wanted.

he finally picked up speed, the speed you were looking for. the one where he knocked the living lights out of you and had you seeing stars.

“renjun im-“

“it’s okay princess, go cum for me, make a mess on this cock.” he smiled. he fucking smiled like some angel but his actions sure weren’t anywhere angel like.

he fucked you fast with his dick, latching his lips in your left breast and stimulating your cunt with his right hand as the left one was on your thighs, spreading you for him. holy hell.

your pornographic level moans and the skin slapping sounds were all that was heard right now. you couldn’t give a fuck, not when your high was so close.

renjun looked up from your tits, the sudden loss of hold made them bounce, his view was your slightly open mouth moaning over and over and the tear that rolled down your jaw.

he advanced towards your mouth, “i love you so much, fuck...” were his last words before the knot in your stomach finally set free and you felt your orgasm wash over your body like a damn tsunami.

from the corner of your eyes you watched the clock tick right as it turned midnight.

11:59 12:00

and you were knocked the hell out.

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12:16

the feeling of a towel rub against your ribs woke you up.

you looked down noticing your body nestled in one of his shirts. renjun smiled on top of you, reaching forward before pecking the crown of your head.

your lips broke into a goofy smile as you giggled a little. "happy birthday baby!"

renjun's eyes flickered towards yours before he broke out into a wide grin, tossing the towel somewhere and launching himself on the bed cannonball style.

the groan that you let out due to renjun nearly pouncing on you was cut off with a shriek when you felt his fingers curled against your stomach.

oh this mister was tickling you now. you squirmed, laughing your ass out and rotating 180 around the bed as you tried to get him away from you to end your torture.

noticing you panting heavily, he gave up as his and your laughter mingled with each other before he swung his leg over your torso, almost knocking your breath away with his grip on you. "thanks angel."

"i was gonna wish you right at 12, but guess i was too busy coming over you." you rolled your eyes.

giving you a hearty laugh renjun hugged you closer as his laughter drowned in your nape.

"best birthday wish ever."

#nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #kpop #smut #renjun #renjun x reader #huang renjun #eh..not my favorite

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strnsvt · 5 months ago

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thoughts on seungkwan taking care of you after a wisdom tooth removal, while you're still in your anesthetic state? happened to me yesterday so this is prettyyy self indulgent

boo seungkwan — wisdom tooth woes and whimsy.

you blinked groggily, the world around you feeling slightly surreal. you heard a familiar, soothing voice before you could fully register what was happening.

"hey, how are you feeling?"

you tried to speak, but the numbness in your mouth made it difficult. instead, you mumbled something incoherent, making seungkwan chuckle softly.

"well, aren't you just the picture of elegance," he teased, raising an eyebrow. "don't worry, i've seen worse."

you made a noise that was supposed to be a protest, but it came out as a garbled mumble. seungkwan laughed, clearly enjoying this.

"okay, okay, i'll stop," he said, though his grin suggested otherwise. "but you have to admit, you look pretty funny right now."

you gave him a half-hearted glare, which only made him chuckle more. "seriously though," he continued, adjusting the pillow behind your head, "do you need anything? water? more pillows? maybe a new face?"

you managed a weak smile, appreciating his efforts to lighten the mood. seungkwan, ever the entertainer, wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.

"you know," he said, sitting down beside you, "i should take a picture of this. blackmail material for later."

your eyes widened in horror, and seungkwan laughed again, waving his phone in front of you. "i'm kidding! or am i?"

as the effects of the anesthesia slowly wore off, you felt more aware, though still a bit dazed. seungkwan's hand found yours, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your skin.

"just relax," he murmured, his tone softening slightly. "i'll take care of you."

you closed your eyes, the warmth of his hand and the softness of his voice lulling you into a peaceful state. seungkwan hummed quietly, a familiar tune that made you feel safe and cherished.

"i'll be here when you wake up," he promised, his words a gentle reassurance. "just rest now."

you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that seungkwan was right there, ready to take care of you through it all.

#hey anon! hope youre well now and i apologise for writing this a bit late but i hope you like it💓#seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt x reader #strnsvt's writing #seventeen #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan fluff

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legostars · 9 months ago

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DOGDAY X READER

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Note from Author: Well, I made this At 4:00 Am early in the morning. And also, you're a female y/n and I'm tired of calling them/they/blah blah.

I'm still figuring out how to colour my texts, so you guys are stuck with non colour ones, yay...

Just a quick reminder that I barely post like tomorrow or next week, it depends if I get busy at school. Welp, that's all. Enjoy the story, and I might make it longer by time. ENJOY MY LITTLE LEGO STARS!

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"Well, that's the end of the tour!"

"Thanks, dogday. I was expecting that the other employees would be the ones to give me a tour... But, I guess they were busy." Nope. They weren't busy. They were lazy. "Oh, hahaha! Well, I get that a lot too, angel." He laughs and then you hear him calling you an angel again.. strange, nobody called you that. "Um, can I ask a question?" "Hm? Sure!" You were getting embarrassed of the question but you pulled it off. "Why do you.. keep calling me angel? I mean I have a name." Dogday was quiet for a moment, you felt awkward for asking that question and you can barely feel your face getting warm from the embarrassment. "You know what! Never mind... Haha..." Dogday laughs seeing you getting all nervous. "No need to be nervous, besides. The reason I called you angel, is because i- uh- like calling you that. Yeah!" Awkward. Y/N looks around to find a change of subject. The only thing that comes to her mind is the statues of the smiling critters. "Oh, Uh.. can you tell me more about yourself.. and the other smiling critters?"

Dogday's tail wags a little from excitement. "Well, I don't mind! As you heard from Tiffany. I'm dogday! The leader of the smiling critters! And you probably can meet the others and they might introduce themselves properly to you!" Dogday was very cheerful about it as you can tell by his tail wagging. "Okay! I'm y/n and I'm 22 years old, my favourite colour is red. And I love to eat cookies!" Dogday smiled at you. "Well, the introduction has been confirmed to both of us. And also, you have to keep your eyes with the others to see no one is getting any Problems." You nodded as he began to point at your office.

"Okay, keep a watch at the others and do my job. Got it!" Dogday smiled as he patted your head.

"I know you can do it, angel!" You felt a flutter in your heart.. what.. what is this feeling? Am I sick?

(Girl you stupid).

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––It's been a week since you started working there. You met three smiling critters along the way, craftycorn, picky piggy, and hoppy hopscotch. The others are you haven't quite met yet. Day by day, the children loved how caring and loving you are, they even started to call you mama. You're not used to it but you tried. Dogday got even close to you, every time he gets a chance he would come and hang out with you. (Ah, young love. 🤭)

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––After you arrive in playcare at 5:00 Am, since you woke up Prettyyy early in the morning. You went to your office and sat down, you stretched your body and yawned. "Man... I woke up so early I couldn't even go back to sleep... I want some coffee now.." you groan and sighed. And then you noticed a clipboard on your side of the desk, you picked it up and read it. Your first task was to give the smiling critters baths, your second task was to wake the children up and the others are for later. "Hm... A bath- oh. Dogs hates water... The others might enjoy but for catnap... Ugh... This is going to a lot more harder..." You groan as you rubbed your face with both of your hands. And then you thought for a second.. then realised that you might meet the other critters. "I should probably get started.. since it's 5:26 am.." you got up from your chair and started to walk to where the smiling critters are sleeping. You felt kinda nervous tho, you don't like disturbing people from their sleep. At their room of where they sleep, you noticed below the door that the lights are turned on. You knocked on the door 3 times but no answers, strange you knock again but 6 times, yet no answers.. you open the door a little and take a peek, then.. someone pulled you in to make and it made you caught off guard. "Oof!" You landed on the floor and immediately got up. "Holy mother of cookies from heaven. I almost got a heart attack." You look up, and saw all of the smiling critters except for catnap. Dogday was in front. "Angel?" "Okay, why on earth did you pull me and almost give me a heart attack?" The other smiling critters chuckles and laughs a little. "S-sorry angel.. we thought you were some sort of a bad guy.." You sighed looking up at him. "You did hear me knocking 3 to 6 times, right? You know what, never mind.. come on now all of you.. I have to give each of you all a bath.." Dogday flinched and started to back away. "U-um dogday?" The craftycorn was confused seeing dogday backing away. "Hm? What's wrong dogday?" "I... I don't like baths..." Dogday claims himself scared of baths. And kickin chickin starts to laughs. "Don't be such a coward, dogday! It ain't gonna be that bad!" As kickin keeps laughing bobby bearhug pinched kickin. "Ow! Ow! BB! Stop!" "Stop being such a bully to dogday, kickin." You sighed and went over to dogday. "Dogday, what's wrong? You can tell me, and I'll try a way to make you feel less scared." Dogday thought about it for a moment. Before dogday was the one who was going to speak, picky piggy was the one who speaks first. "It's probably because of how the other employees bathe us..." She said, you tilted my head from confused as bubba bubbaphant came in front to tell the other details. "Well, they put us in a cage... And just spray water on us like were some kind of a... Animal..." (*LE GASP* HOW DARE THEY>:0)

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After knowing and understanding the situation, I sighed and walked over to hoppy. "Do you have a pillow that I can borrow?" Hoppy was confused but she gave you a pillow, you took the pillow and shoved it to your face and screamed in anger making the other smiling critters confused.. you were done screaming your anger out and gave back the pillow. "Ahem. I'm fine, I'm not mad at your situation. I am mad at those employees for treating you all like some animals.." the smiling critters were surprised about that including dogday. "You guys deserved better than being an animal in a cage... I can even relate how that feels..." Craftycorn then asked. "What do you mean... By that?" You stayed quiet... Staring at the floor... "It's... Nothing... We should probably get you all some baths before the playcare opens..." The smiling critters can feel that something is wrong but they didn't want to ask and just nodded. (Time skips in the bathroom) At the bathroom you told the smiling critters to take off their pendants and put them somewhere, and you also told them that dogday will be last. The smiling critters understand and follow your orders. During giving a bath from each smiling critter you ask them how their day was, it was awkward at first but they eventually told you. There laughing and chuckling curing gave them each a bath, it took 20 minutes or more. After the others are down with baths and drying, dogday was the last. He took a peek at the door, while you were busy getting the giant tub ready for him. He was hesitant but what he had heard from the others, by saying she's kind,caring, and loving it made him feel confident to trust you. "Dogday! You can come in now." Dogday slowly walked in and sat in the tub. You started to spray water on him it took 3 minutes to get him wet. (Just like my dog) you then put vanilla shampoo on him and started to scrub with a big brush. "So, dogday.. since we have known each other for a week now, tell me... How was your day." "It.. was fun.. you get to play with children seeing them laugh together and chasing each other and seeing them enjoy themselves." I smiled giving him a scratch on his head. "You're such a good boy, dogday. You really are." Dogday's tail wags happily. After 30 minutes of laughter and giving a bath to dogday, it's finally time to dry him up with a blow dryer. "You're such a good boy, dogday! You look more handsome and cute!" Dogday blushes slightly and wags his tail. "Thank you, angel."

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After getting all the smiling critters except for catnap a bath. It was time for the playcare to open up. But, you have been thinking... Where is catnap?

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PART 3?

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Note from Author: Well... In part 3 I might put the dark backstory of Y/N, for fun of course. But also, if your wondering Is dogday in this story a human version of him or is dogday in this story is in his original version? It depends on you and your imagination. And also! I recommend seeing @sinnersweets Stories! They are very heart beating Stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Well, see you in part 3! Toodles my Little Lego star devils! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

(This is kinda short..)

#smilling critters #smiling critters x reader #dogday x reader #poppy playtime

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romanoffsbish · 1 year ago

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You’re so Prettyyyyy…

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Angst -> Fluff | Friends to Lovers | Drunk Confessions | Suggestive Content

Smut: Fantasy/Thought (2 blocks of writing). Mentions of strap on (R). Mentions of oral(N) (aka, no major smutty plot. You can blink it away)

Natasha was drunk; borderline blackout.

God, you loved her so much, her voice like an angel's melody, but right now, all you wanted was for the pretty drunkard to shut the fuck up.

Her heart, that she normally kept under lock and key was burning on the tip of her tongue.

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Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

Most of you hoped so, yearned for it to be true.

Regardless, she'd be embarrassed. She'd probably take off on a mission, nearly get herself killed, and she'd still avoid you when she returned and was benched. Most of her days likely to be spent in the garden moping over some book about sapphic heartbreak.

Natasha is predictably, an involved reader. She lets her favorite artists tell the story of her life.

Which is why you figured she'd bolt. All you can do is hope she is really blacking out so she won't remember this. So that she won't run.

"You're so prettyyy Y/N," the redhead fawned over you as she leaned her entire body against your side. You chuckled; it wasn't humorous. "The most beautiful girl in the universe."

If she could feel how tense you were she didn't let it be known. Her body simply molded into yours and yours stood as still as a statue. You stood there silently cursing vodka and Thor's mead for leaving Natasha in such delirium.

Natasha hiccuped, "My favorite girl," her hand slid into yours, she giggled, "Your hands are so soft." Her fingers slipped between yours and she sighed dreamily, "I just wanna kiss you."

An even tenser silence fell over you both as you said nothing, the redhead turned and shifted into you. Burrowing her face into your top, she sighed sadly now, "I wish you loved me back."

"I do love you Nat." You couldn't believe she'd question such a thing, like you hadn't made your feelings for her obvious for years now. Never with any pressure though, you were just as content remaining only the best of friends if it meant she was still yours in some fashion.

"Nope," she shook her head defiantly. "Because if you did you would've kissed me by now."

"You're drunk Nat..." She huffed, "Only now."

"Yeah, and when you're sober you don't want me. Not my fault." You were growing impatient with her, but you were also instantly riddled with guilt when you felt her body flinch.

"I always want you detka," she whispered her confession so softly into the fabric of your top that you'd miss it if not for being a spy yourself.

"Not outright." Natasha looked up at your avoidant eyes, lips pouting as you guided her into the elevator that finally arrived. An idea spurred her next movements on, catching you completely off guard as she found confidence.

Natasha shoved you against the elevator wall, or at least she tried to, her gross motor skills aren't the same after ten shots of vodka.

That pure shit Alexei smuggles into America too, from when he comes to see his 'girls', but really he comes to intimidate (fangirl over) Captain Ameeeerica. He only ever leaves in low spirits, without success. Even on his surprise visits is the star-spangled man not there when he arrives, he almost thinks that there is a drone following him around; there is, and Melina and Natasha are always in contact.

"Incoming. Two hours, abort America," her tone always serious, and mistakenly humorous.

If the big oaf was here you'd knock him out, along with Thor for only making it worse with promises of top of the line Asgardian mead.

Natasha had actually tripped, instead of the hot sequence she'd envisioned took place. Your hands quickly caught her by the waist, holding her steady. Her lips crashed into yours, slightly taking you by surprise, you'd expected it as a possibility, but were mortified by the actuality.

"Nat please," you were desperate for space, but her lips pressed to yours without any thought, her tongue sliding over yours hungrily. "This isn't fair," you whimpered into her mouth, hot breaths mixing as the one sided kiss continued.

Tears fell from your eyes, saturating both your cheeks as you settled into the moment. If this would be your only chance to kiss her now that she'd given you no choice, you'd lean into it.

Natasha pulled you from the elevator, shoving you haphazardly through the door of her room. Your body landed on the mattress, hers now on top of yours in a flash, hands roaming beneath your shirt the cause for your abrupt departure.

Natasha whined as you turned your head, forcefully separating her lips from yours as your hands tightly gripped her wrists, shaking your head as you flipped your positions. You hovered over her now instead, looking into her dejected eyes with concern. "You're drunk."

Natasha was drunk, but not as much as before.

Still enough to be out of it, but bold enough to make the moves she never could sober. She wanted you, and knew that even if sober her regretted it, it would only be outwardly. Deep down she'd hold onto the memory with joy.

"I'm fine," she attempted to rebut, "Please."

"We can't," you denied, you loved her too much to take advantage of her like this. But you were also weakened by her pleading gaze, there was no more denying it, she reciprocated your love.

So, in a moment of complete tenderness, you reapplied your lips to hers. Giving her all the love you'd hidden away behind playful flirting, soft embraces and the longing glances you'd send her way from across bustling rooms.

"Please," you whimpered breathlessly, "Forget this happened Natty, I-I can't lose you." You kept up the momentum of the soft kiss, even though you were practically sobbing into it.

"Just forget," you begged more firmly, "It'll be easier that way, we'll be okay, you'll stay..."

You fell asleep clinging to that hope.

But alas it was a fruitless thought.

Natasha remembered. It was an inevitability.

She could never forget her dream coming true.

Plus, she was trained to remember everything.

She flinched away from you, body softly trembling as she remembered the words she bombarded you with, and the accompanied laughter, one's uneasy the other's unaware.

The touches, and their implications. God, had she been in her right mind she would have been begging you to take her. Actually, she'd never have been bold enough, she didn't feel deserving of your tenderness, she knew of your love. She just wished you'd known of hers.

Everything would be easier if you did.

What she remembers most vividly, as in what haunts her most, was your desperate pleading that came with tears, and sniffling to prevent a runny nose; to prevent her from running.

Something you yourself tried to do last night.

She remembers you trying to leave, it's a bit of a blur, but you reluctantly stayed when she begged pitifully in her sleepy, drunken stupor.

Now she's uneasy at the sight of you. You were a beautiful, yet tragic reminder of all that she wanted, but never felt like she had a right to take. But while under the influence she did. And the tricky part is she doesn't regret it.

The longer she stared at you the more inclined she felt to face the mess she made. To stay put. So the redhead inched closer to you, you were magnetizing. She couldn't help but attract.

The fading light of the moon had lit up your face, and her heart ached with a longing for permanence. It also weighed heavily with guilt upon seeing pieces of your hair stuck to the dried tear tracks that stained your cheeks.

Lithe, calloused hands touched you with soft intentions. Rough, but oddly soft fingertips trailed up your cheeks as she moved to cup them. Natasha choked back a sob as to not wake you, her heart just couldn't handle how you melted into her so naturally; perfectly.

Natasha continued to sob semi-openly. The hand that wasn't cradling your face lovingly is covering her mouth, forcing her to minimize output as she must rely on her nose to breathe.

"I'm sorry this is how this went down," she shook her head, but you couldn't see, "I'm so embarrassed baby, I wanted our first kiss to be special. I'd schedule the sprinklers for an odd time under Tony in the system. He's far too easy to hack." —— Natasha set aside a whole afternoon to hack into the geniuses files, after 20 minutes she was in line to get popcorn before going in disguise to see the 'shitty' rom coms she'd always protest watching with you.

She loved them — god did she love you.

More than she'd ever dreamed possible.

Natasha obviously loved your body in a way that transcended lust. The redhead adored your plush thighs. She loved to nap on them, there have been days where she spent the entire day in your room doing just that. However, she never claimed to be a saint, and so, in a devious contradiction she'd always imagined the cellulite divots to be a challenge for her. Meant for her to press her thumb into, just to wind up wrapping her fingers around the malleable area, she'd use her attractive strength to press your thighs up and thrust her strap even deeper into your squelching cunt.

Your walls would quiver around the silicone and you'd cry out for her to stop and keep going all at the same time. Blissfully confused.

God she wanted that, but now she fears she ruined it all by not confessing with her sanity.

"We would've been having a spread of peanut butter sandwiches, grapes and oreos," she paused to catch her breath, she was nervous, your likely hearing this confession on some level. "Then just as I victoriously landed a light green grape into your mouth the sprinklers would shoot out of the grass without even a warning squeak before we'd be jumping up in shock, and quickly deflating as our clothes are officially soaked through. I'd hoped you'd be giggling. Smile as bright as the sun behind you, giving you that perfect angel glow."

You struggled to contain yourself, this crazy idea that Natasha 'the ever so stoic Black Widow' Romanoff had these girlish fantasies of you was amusing, and incredibly endearing.

Your body warmed as she spoke so tenderly.

Natasha sniffled into the sleeve of her hoodie, then a bitter chuckle left her lips. "We would have inched closer as we decided to dance in the metaphorical rain. Then I would have put my hand on your cheek, while my other lands on your waist. Then it would be up to you to ask me to pull you in." Natasha softly sighed.

She went to cradle your face with her free hand, but she lost her balance, shaking the bed and slipping your face from her right hands soft stabilization, right onto her left, your cold, damp lips pursed against the skin of her palm.

Natasha shivered at the delicate touch. Faint memories hitting her, a warmth settling over her pale pink lips, as she choppily remembered bits and pieces of last night in the elevator.

In a shaky whisper, the Russian beauty said: "Then when you sheepishly nodded, or squeaked out an adorable yes I would've pulled you in, and kissed you slow Y/N. Letting you, my precious girl, decide the eventual tempo."

Natasha let her face hover over yours, your breaths softly puffed against her skin as she whispered on about her perfect date. "We'd have probably ran to a dry part of land, likely further in the woods that gave way to shadows. Deep green leaves to gorgeously rival the pear green shaded ones. Then just as you caught your breath I'd rob you of it and push you into an oak tree; where I'd love you if you let me."

Natasha squeaked when you hastily broke the minuscule distance, leaning up to kiss her hard. Confirming her suspicions that you'd been awake the whole time. She was a spy, but so were you, so the usual context clues, like ones breathing patterns, aren't exactly credible.

The kiss was sloppy, full of obvious desperation on both ends. You were so afraid she'd run, but you realize now that you underestimated her.

"You're here," you acknowledged, tears springing to your eyes as you felt overwhelmed by immense happiness. She smiled solemnly. "I'm here to stay moya lyubov'," she promised in a hushed tone, "I won't run, I swear to it."

"You're serious Natty?" Natasha nodded with a grin that was widening at the sight of your face. A stray tear ran down your cheek, but it wasn't sad, it was one of relief, one she understood.

"Yes, I'm not going anywhere, at least not without you by my side." Her entire body warmed as you giggled unabashedly, she'd only booped your nose to emphasize her prior sentiments, in hindsight she saw how it could be deemed childish, but she didn't mind much. Hearing your joy is what manifested her own.

"Soooo," your voice trailed off, anxiety bubbled beneath the surface keeping you choked up.

"Yes," Natasha softly answered your wordless question, her lips pressing to your cheek as she sought to comfort you. "You're mine now." Her lips then pressed to yours. "And I'm yours."

"Please remind me to thank Alexei and Thor."

Natasha laughed, belly aching as her face fell into the crook of your neck. "You ruined it," she groaned against your skin, "the moment was perfect, and you just couldn't let it be."

"I'm known for my anxious responses Nat," you reminded her, "Be sure that's what you.." Natasha shushed you with a finger over your lips, pulling back from your neck she glared down at you without heat. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I'm locked in baby girl."

Natasha smiled when your body melted into her mattress, it was as if her words unlocked the remainder of the tension in your body.

The moment was once again perfect, she leaned back down to slowly kiss you, her tongue was seconds away from entering your mouth until she was startled. The sounds going off in your stomach were reminiscent of hectic war times, it sent her head flying backwards in shock. "When did you eat last Y/N?"

You sheepishly laughed, "I think lunch."

Natasha gasped before immediately leaving you alone on her bed, she removed her phone from its charging dock then wordlessly slipped into her bathroom. You were confused, sure, but you knew there was likely a reason for her reaction. (She cared about you very much.)

"Okay, so I ordered breakfast from that diner up the street that you love," Natasha began to ramble methodically, "Today is a lazy day, I have deemed it as such so Steve was already told to fuck off, and to stay away from you."

Natasha's next set of words died on her tongue, you'd moved to sit up now, and under the light of the sun she noticed you were in her clothes.

An old, tattered Green Day T-shirt that she stole from Clint, and a pair of panties hidden beneath the length. She wondered what color.

"Natty?" The woman looked to you in a daze, but she quickly shook out of it at the sight of your extended hand. She accepted it with ease and you pulled her into your lap, the cold skin of your thigh pressed into the warmth of her own and she shuddered softly. Her viridescent eyes fluttered open to find your gentle smile waiting, and she could only think about kissing you, she'd pretend it was for the first time.

You sighed heavily, an indication of nerves, and she worried you'd changed your mind. But then you speak and everything settles, "I know it's a bit soon, but I hope you understand that I love you," you smile as you speak, "I've loved you for years, and I want to put it all out there."

"I think that it's actually a bit late," Natasha acknowledges with a teasing smirk, "We've been idiots for long enough Y/N. No more."

You shook your head in emphasis, "No more." Natasha mirrors your goofy smile as you cup her face, thumb stroking over the raised apple of her cheek just before you're pulling her in for a kiss that leaves you both feeling restless.

Natasha had moved to straddle your closed thighs, her arms lazily wrapped around your neck as she let you devour her mouth whole. There was a natural flow established, the redhead ground her hips down into you as burning arousal coursed through her veins. It seemed promiscuously promising even, especially with how she whimpered into your mouth shamelessly. Then the moment was over as Friday boomed through her speakers.

“Attention Agent Romanoff, your breakfast has arrived, and Mr. Stark refuses to send anyone upstairs in fear of a traumatic encounter.”

Natasha growls against your lips, “Pretentious fucking twat is asking for an ass whooping.”

You giggled, “Is he wrong Natty?” Natasha shrugged, her lips were pursed thoughtfully as she silently noted your compromised position.

“I mean,” you paused, pushing her even closer via the hand you had on her back, the one that was barely above her ass. “I wouldn’t exactly mind having you for my breakfast.”

Natasha smirked, her plump lips now ghosting over yours, and only brushing yours lightly. “Nice try detka,” she whispered, her lips found yours again, but in a much softer kiss that she controlled this time. “I don’t want to rush,” she timidly admitted, “We have time, and I want to take you out to dinner before serving dessert.”

The redhead winked as she left the room, you fell back against the mattress with a huff, she always was such a tease. Even in friendship. You loved her in spite of that, and as the lust faded you felt your mind reach the same place.

Meanwhile, in the elevator, Natasha was smiling like an idiot as she leaned her warm body into the cold metal. Her fingers brushed over her lips, they were burning with memory’s of yours and her heart fluttered in her chest.

When she returned to find you snoring softly she couldn’t help but to shake her head in amusement. Warmth overtook her body as she imagined this becoming a more familiar sight.

Natasha vowed to spend the rest of her life chasing down the sweet moments like these with you. Nothing in this world would ever mean as much to the woman as you do.

At least that's what she believed, until the day she first held your son in her arms, she swears she actually felt her heart doubling in size.

Everything made sense to her now, her heart at genuine ease for the first time in her entire life.

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3,168 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥺

If you’re feeling angsty, here, have a bonus ending: Then it shattered, as yours flatlined...

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m-jelly · 2 months ago

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Ok ok, hear me out

I found a headcanon lately that said that Hange would like to experiment with toys when doing the deed ANNNNNDDDDD I think you already know where this is going >:33 maybe some dildos, strap on, cuffs, vibrators it's up to you

(Prettyyy pleeeaaassseee ＿|￣|●)

Egg-cellent

Hange x fem! reader

Modern AU, established couple, smut, toy use.

Hange brings you something she wants to get into the bedroom, but you think you should have a "test run" because all great scientists must test things.

You fiddled with the controller and the egg and hummed in thought while Hange gazed at you with a wild, but excited look. "So...it's the egg you put in you and this controller makes it vibrate?"

"Yep!"

You glanced at her. "A g-spot stimulation."

She smirked. "Yes!"

"Hmm."

She dropped to her knees and gripped your chair. "Can we try it?" She shuffled closer as her eyes sparkled with glee. "Please? It'll be a lot of fun. We've tried a lot already and you've been such a good girl when I dom you." She nibbled her lip. "I've been a good girl when you dom me, right?"

You tilted your head and thought about teasing her a bit. "Hmm, well..."

She gasped. "I have, haven't I?"

You giggled at how cute she was. "Yes, you're a very good girl."

She puffed her chest out with pride. "I knew it. So?"

You held the egg up between your fingers. "Yes, but we do need to test-run it before we use it in the bedroom."

She tilted her head a little. "Test-run...mm, yes you're right."

"As a doctor and scientist, it's a must."

She smirked. "You're right, my love." She leaned up and kissed you. "All great scientists test things."

"They do."

She grabbed the egg from you. "I'll be right back!"

You sat back with the controller in hand. "Take your time." You released a long sigh and thought about all the toys and outfits you'd used in the past. You hummed a laugh when you remembered your favourites. "She was so cute..."

Hange walked out of the bathroom with a shy smile. "All sorted."

You lifted the controller and clicked it. "Anything?"

Hange frowned. "No..."

You upped it a lot more. "Now?"

"No."

You looked at the controller. "Oh!" You pressed it on. "It wasn't fully on, it was in a standby mode so I could set the buzz." You looked up to see Hange drop to the floor as she panted and moaned. "Oh...too high?"

She rubbed her legs together and purred your name. "I-I'm close."

You turned it down. "Well, we can't have that just yet."

She huffed a bit and stared at you. "You're mean."

You tapped the device against your lips. "Mean? I'm not that mean."

"You are, I was so close-" She cried out in pleasure. She bucked against the vibration. "Mm."

You turned it down again. "You are so cute." You leaned your arms on your thighs. "I love watching you in pleasure."

She crawled towards you. "You're being such a tease." She leaned up and kissed you. "I love it."

You turned it up a bit. "Does it feel good?"

She panted a little and nodded. "Yes."

You turned it off. "Good, it'll be a lovely addition to our collection." You patted your lap. "Sit, my love."

Hange flopped onto your lap, her back to your chest. She was taller than you but that's what made it all the more fun when she wanted you to be the dom. "I'm yours."

You pushed your hand under her shirt and began tracing patterns on her stomach as you kissed her shoulder. "You are such a pleasure to enjoy and play with." You turned up the vibration again. "I want you to feel good, always." You nipped and sucked her neck.

She shivered with delight as her legs clenched together. "F-Fuck. I love you so much."

"I love you too." You moved your hand down and past the band of her underwear. "Let me take care of you." You kissed her ear as you began playing with her clit. "You're doing so well, my love."

She mewled your name. "A-Ah." She bucked a bit. "M-More."

You turned up the egg to a higher buzz. You placed the controller on the side before moving your hand under her top and started caressing her breast. "That better?"

She leaned her head back and moaned. "Y-Yes."

You pinched and played with her nipple as you rolled her clit a little faster. "Good girl." You pressed your thumb against her clit. "I wonder..." You pushed your fingers into her pussy making her moan in delight. "Oh, I see."

She shivered. "A-Again."

You used your fingers to penetrate her over and over causing her to melt in your arms. You gripped her breast and kept her from slipping from your touch. You smiled against her neck as her toes squeezed tightly. You could see her legs were starting to shake meaning she was close to cumming.

Hange gripped your upper arms. "I-I'm close."

You kept moving your fingers. "Cum for me."

She thrust her hips against your hand as she came hard with your name dripping off her lips. "Fuck!"

You released her breast and turned off the egg before slipping your fingers from her. "So, out of ten how would you rate the egg?"

"Eight." She panted a bit. "Mm, we need two more attached to the breasts to vibrate against the nipples."

You nipped her ear. "Sounds amazing. We should test it out."

"Next time, you're the test subject."

You giggled. "Happy to offer my service, doctor."

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quartztwst · 7 months ago

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(A drawing I made of my persona and urs in class because I was feeling silly)

Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!

He makes me laugh.

UR ART IS SO PRETTYYY HWHAHAHHW

i drew them too!! UR PERSONA IS SOOO PRETTY THEY LOOK LIKE THOSE MANHWA PRINCESSES

#my persona #persona #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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「 Pretty Boy 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; fluff I GUESS

note; I'm screaming

"He's so pretty." I whispered, setting down my pencil after I drew some hearts around his name.

My eyes landed on his hands, so pale yet adorned with a hint of color still, his hands slender and long, possessing an unusual but captivating prettiness, moving upwards to his pasty white facial structure- slightly defined yet retaining a softness look of a girl's features, his nose, though big and hooked, appeared appealing in my gaze, despite his own insecurities about it, his hair a very noticeable feature of his, big, subtle shade of red with the messiness curls I have ever seen from his lack of knowledge of doing them correctly, but still somehow came to look neat and clean.

And lastly his eyes– a color most people would die to have, emerald green. It was such a pretty shade on him especially in the light when the sunlight graced his features, casting a radiant glow that caused his eyes to twinkle and sparkle like precious gems.

To be honest I could get lost in them for hours but he'd find me weird and get embarrassed for me staring at him for too long.

So I admire him from a distance whenever he's not looking. Smiling to myself.

"You are so obsessed with your boyfriend it's making me sick." Craig threw a paper to my head, as he gagged. My attention was brought back to reality, turning my head towards him "And you aren't?" I picked up the paper and threw it back at him, watching his face go red.

"Yeah but when you did it its weird.."

"Oh well then deal with it, anyway have you seen his hat? It looks so cute with his hair today."

"He wears the same fucking hat every day, yeah so cute."

"It's like he's my girlfriend, I love him."

"Oh spare me.."

I picked back up my pencil to continue the heart doodles ranting off to Craig who couldn't care less but happened to be next to me so his fault.

"He's so prettyyy Craig I'm going to cry, I want to kiss him and tell him that all the ti-"

"Who's so pretty?" I familiar voice asked from above, I looked up to see Kyle, his expression showing some faint jealousy and concern. I put down my pencil and flipped over my paper fast, clearing my throat to contain myself.

"J-Just some actor from my favorite show' right Craig-?" I nervously looked over to the teen he glanced over at us then back to his phone.

"Your chick is obsessed with you Kyle, please shut her up." Craig nonchalantly said, texting away.

"CRAIG-" I shouted in embarrassment, he didn't he react just kept taping on his phone at one point did smirk, but probably not from me.

I rubbed my face trying to calm myself down as Kyle kept quiet at my desk.

"I'm sorry he's lying- I mean well no- but I uh.."

"Are you?" Kyle let go of the straps to his backpack and kneeled at my desk, his cheeks slightly faint red. I watched him slowly inch downward and eyes fix on mine, I looked away shyly nodding my head slightly. I found my pencil again and messed with it awaiting for his response.

"Me too."

"You are?" My head perked up in shock, the slight dread had suddenly washed away from his answer making me beam. He nodded his head with a soft smile, his hands slowly reached mine to hold.

"I was just talking about you to Stan but came over when I heard you talking about a guy being pretty, it made me.. concerned? I don't know why." He admitted, his grip tightening.

"I was talking about you, you're so pretty." I leaned in to rub my nose against his softly then pulled away to nervously smile at him.

I could see his also nervous smile appearing on his pale face along with a red blush.

He let go of my hand after a few moments to hold my face, his thumb grazing against my lip carefully then held my chin.

"Can I.."

"Not sure why you always need to ask but yes." I snickered at his reaction which was just him being awkward and shy.

"I just don't want you to uncom–" I pressed my lips against his, kissing him slowly with passion tasting him as I pulled away. I licked my lips with a giggle.

"It's a good thing your pretty you're very dumb."

"You're an asshole."

"Your asshole?"

".. Maybe don't word it like-"

"Yeah I know that I didn't sound right.. sor-"

"CAN YOU GUYS STOP FLIRTING so BAD, it's literally KILLING me." Eric yelled from 2 desks away to which me and Kyle turned our heads in sync towards him.

"Shut up Cartman" we both shouted before turning our attention back to each other and leaning in for another sappy cute kiss right after we made eye contact to do so.

"You still suck at flirting." Cartman scoffed. Kyle raised his middle finger at Cartman then went to cup my cheek as we both began to smile into the deep kiss.

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #im banging my head on my wall bc of this one shot #i SERIOUSLY love him go death hes sooooo #sosososoo pretty :3

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sturnsvlu · 2 months ago

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BF!MATT HEADCANONS .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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★| bf!matt & fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings — none i think

bf!matt who always tells you when the sky looks pretty, cause he knows how much you enjoy watching it

"baby come look, the sky looks beautiful right now" he says while standing on the balcony, admiring the view.

you rush on to the balcony with your phone in your hand, ready to take photos of the gorgeous sky.

"woahh it's so prettyyy" y/n says while taking photos of the sky, the sun beam shining over her.

"yeah, but not as pretty as you, my love" matt says as he kisses your cheek, he adores your habit of taking photos of the sky alot, he finds it cute.

"shut up" y/n says, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

bf!matt who randomly gets y/n gifts, just because he feels like it.

"sweetheart, i'm home!!"

as soon as y/n hears matt's voice, she gets excided and instantly rush over to him.

"Mattyyy you're home!!" y/n says, really happy to see matt. As she was about to go hug matt, she notices the plushie in his hand.

"Is it for me?" she asks, knowing damn well it's for her. For who else could it be?

"Ofcourse it's for you, baby" matt says as he gives you the plushie and kisses your forehead.

"Matt, honey, i love you but you shouldn't have" you're gratefull for the gift, ofcourse, but you don't like it when he spends his money on you, no matter how cheap.

"I think that i have already made it clear that i will continue getting you gifts for no particual reason just because i want to. I wanna spoil you, hun, don't worry about the money." matt says, pulling y/n close.

"Now let's go cuddle".

bf!matt who loves matching anything with you. clothes, bracelets, profile pictures, bios, anything.

"babyyyy, i found these cute pj's!! wanna match???" y/n asks, she loves matching things with matt just as much he does.

"Is that even a question?? HELL YEAHH!!!" matt says, really excided to match pj's with you.

bf!matt who has a playlist called "the love of my life" full of songs that remind him of you, he plays this playlist whenever you guys are away from eachother and he misses you.

Matt is listening to the "sailor song" which is on his playlist that he made for you, while he's listening to it he can't help but miss you even more. He knows he saw you a few hours ago before you left for a meeting, but it dosen't change the fact that he wants to hold you in his arms right now. He looks at the time, smiling to himself, because you said you'd be back at 6 and it's currently 5:25. Sure, he has to wait for 35 minutes more, but atleast he knows he'll get to see you again soon.

bf!matt who can't leave the house without saying "i love you" back.

One time when he was leaving to while you were saying goodbye to him he forgot to say "i love you" back, which hurt you but you didn't say anything about it. Matt didn't notice that he forgot to say it back, until he was halfway there to his work. He felt so bad, so he turned the car around and speeded his way back home to say goodbye to you properly.

bf!matt who loves movie nights with you.

He loves movie nights with you, deeply. The way you guys always bake cookies before hand for the night, and prepear other snacks, and the way you guys cuddle while watching your favorite movies together.. he loves it.

bf!matt who ties your shoes for you.

Whenever you guys are walking and your shoe unties matt ALWAYS ties it for you, always. Not because you don't know how, but because he loves giving you princess treatment.

"oh, my shoe untied-" y/n says as she was about to bend down to tie her shoes, but matt stops her.

"don't bother, love, i'll do it." he says, as he bends down and ties your shoe.

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I have so many more ideas i just didnt want to use them all at once yk? Mainly because i wanna do a chris version of this with some cute headcanons aswel (and prolly not so cute ones..) 😭😭

Either way, i hope ya'll enjoyed this, bye bye!!! >ᴗ<

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